"Okay! That's it!" At this time, Zhang Meng, who was beside him, suddenly shouted and stood up suddenly. His movements were so fast that he brought a small airflow, blowing the dust on the ground. He was as strong as a towering hill, his face was red, just like a ripe tomato, and as if ignited by the burning fighting spirit.

His eyes flashed with an almost crazy excitement, and he shouted loudly: "If you fish in the water, you might be able to really put that treasure in your pocket. If you just sit like this and watch, we really can't catch anything. I can't swallow this tone!"

His voice was like a heavy hammer, echoing in the cave, making everyone's eardrums hurt, and also making the atmosphere in the cave become more tense and hot.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with complex and difficult-to-distinguished emotions. Some people's eyes were full of hesitation. They bit their lips tightly, their teeth almost embedded in their flesh. Their hands were unconsciously snatching the corners of their clothes, and their fingertips turned white due to the force. They seemed to be in a fierce inner struggle;

Someone frowned slightly, and his eyes revealed deep concern. He sighed softly. The sigh seemed to be filled with endless helplessness and worries, as if he was repeatedly weighing the pros and cons of this adventure in his heart.

But after a brief silence that was almost solidified, they finally nodded slowly, as if they had made a difficult decision about life and death.

At this moment, the wind was howling outside the cave, and the sound of the wind was as sarcastic as ghosts and wolves, making the weeds at the entrance of the cave rustle, as if they were restless for the thrilling storm that was about to sweep and indicate that a bloody storm was about to begin.

In just a few days, the news seemed to have grown a pair of invisible and powerful wings, spreading wildly throughout the world with lightning speed.

The most bustling teahouse in the city was packed, with people sitting together in groups of three or five, each with excitement and curiosity on his face, and he was discussing the mysterious whereabouts of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

Even Ling Xiao, who was in another part of the city, heard the rumor inadvertently. At that time, he was sitting leisurely by the window of an elegant restaurant, with a calm expression as water, and leisurely savoring the fragrant tea, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

However, the constant comments about the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword that came from his ears attracted his attention. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of undetectable smile flashed in his deep eyes, like a fleeting meteor in the night sky, thinking to himself: "Luojia's move is a clever move, and he deserves to be a scheming person."

At the same time, the keen Ling Xiao also discovered that many powerful men gathered near the Zhengqi Hall like sharks smelling blood. All of these people were high-level powerful men in the Baoyuan realm. They came from all over the world, with different identities and backgrounds. Some were lone heroes who were alone and wandering whereabouts, and some were masters from secret sects.

But at this moment, they gathered here from all directions because of the same tempting target - the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. On weekdays, they lived carefully under the pressure of the two giants, Zhaixing Tower and the Holy Hall, and each step was like walking on thin ice, and they did not dare to make any mistakes.

However, facing a rare treasure like the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, which contains endless power and wealth, the greed deep in human nature instantly submerged their reason like a surging tide. In the face of strong desires, fear and reason became vulnerable.

What's more, this time each of them had their own little plans in their hearts, and they all planned to take advantage of the chaos.

They all knew very well that the more people, the more chaotic the scene would be. In this chaos and disorder, the more chance they would have to take advantage of it. Maybe they could stand out in this fierce and cruel battle and be lucky enough to take the treasure they had dreamed of.

At this moment, outside the Zhengqi Hall, the atmosphere was as tense as the dead silence before the storm came. The air seemed to be filled with an invisible and pungent smell of gunpowder, as if only a trace of Mars could be ignited instantly, triggering a shocking battle that was wowing ghosts and gods.

Some of the strong men gathered together in groups, lowered their voices and whispered, with vigilance and calculations flashing in their eyes; some stood alone quietly, like a silent iceberg, but their eyes were alert to observe every move around them, without missing any details.

Everyone is patiently waiting for the best opportunity, ready to get involved in this dispute full of temptation and danger at any time like a hungry wolf, and fight to the death for the supreme treasure.

"It's time!" Ling Xiao whispered softly. Although the voice was light, it seemed to contain a thousand pounds of force, exuding an unquestionable firm determination.

He slowly stood up, his clothes fluttering gently in the breeze, and his whole body naturally exuded a natural and impressing aura of kinghood, as if he was the center of the storm, controlling all destiny.

He took steady and firm steps and strode towards Zhengqitang, each step with fearless courage and the belief in victory.

Behind him, three high-level champions in Baoyuan Realm were closely followed. They were the elite powers of the Money Gang and the entire financial resources of the Money Gang. These three people looked solemn and solemn, just like soldiers about to rush to the battlefield, but their eyes revealed unreserved trust and unswerving follow-up to Ling Xiao.

Jin Ruoxi resolutely handed them all over to Ling Xiao for command, which was undoubtedly a gamble full of risks and challenges. But Jin Ruoxi firmly believed in Ling Xiao's extraordinary ability. In her opinion, Ling Xiao was like the bright light in the dark, and could always find a way out in desperate situations.

What's more, these three high-level Baoyuan realm powerhouses are all superb and experienced in many battles, so they are definitely not ordinary people who can be easily defeated.

Along the way, they were silent, just silently making final preparations for the upcoming cruel battle in their hearts.

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Their figures were long under the bloody afterglow of the setting sun, as if they were a group of fearless warriors who were carrying missions and glory and were about to rush to the battlefield, embarking on a journey of fate full of unknowns and challenges.

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Deep in the Zhengqi Hall, a secret room was hidden behind numerous restrictions. The surrounding walls were made of cold black iron, exuding a cold atmosphere. In the secret room, the light was dim, with only a few green magic lamps swaying and flickering. The cast light and shadows were dancing on the walls, as if countless unjust souls were swaying and clawing.
Chapter completed!