Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Chapter 332: Chapter 151: The Death God Who Clocks In for Work_2

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”The Divine Land is safe, the country prospers and the people live in peace.”

”The Divine Land is safe, the country prospers and the people live in peace.”

”The Divine Land is safe, the country prospers and the people live in peace.”

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No one knew who started it, but the hall echoed with a consistent and unified shout.

This kind of slogan was completely involuntary.

At the same time, it was also a national honor, a proud sense of mission.

This sense of pride belonged to the Divine Land.

”Prince Tuo, the danger has been averted.

”If what that dark-faced Yangxiang Race said is correct, those three Grandmasters can’t come down again.

”A false alarm.

”But speaking of which, that one called Su Yue, is he the General of your Zhenqin Corps?”

Yan Chenyun asked.

”The son of Prince Qing, a freshman at West Martial University, just finished the college entrance exam, and was my undercover agent within the Yangxiang Sect.”

Wang Yetao exhaled a breath.

This time, surviving the catastrophe was all thanks to Su Yue.

It can be said, he saved a city.

”The son of Prince Qing, I know him. In my first battlefield, and the fifth battlefield, he has made great contributions.”

Lin Dongqi nodded.

The Zhao Qi Corps he managed was Su Yue’s first stop in the lower realm.

”Although Prince Qing made a big mistake, he raised a good son.

”Unfortunately, those Martial Artists who were captured are still in danger, damn it.”

Wang Yetao and the others turned their gaze to the large screen again.

The other diplomats and journalists also looked at the screen. Although the crisis of the Grandmasters was over, there was still a fierce battle below the Grandmaster level on the Zhiwu Campus.

There was no success in the massacre by the Grandmasters, but some other casualties seemed unavoidable.

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Brothers and sisters.

Thank you for believing in me, our friendship is not made of plastic.

Su Yue looked up at the big screen, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Everything went smoothly.

This feeling of strategizing is indeed addictive.

Following Su Yue’s command, it is invigorating just to listen.

Su Yue.

General Su.

Marshal Su.

No, thinking too far, a bit inflated.

”Damn it, who leaked the information.”

Hei Chen and Wu Xianwei were in the midst of a fierce battle.

But the scene on the screen infuriated him so much he vomited blood.

It’s ruined.

Ten years of planning, destroyed by four Wuda students all at once.

Who the hell leaked the information.

The three Yangxiang Race Grandmasters, furious in the dark clouds, shouted chaotically with anger, the life ropes around them stirred up layer upon layer of airwaves, absolutely wrapping them in towering fury.

What a pity.

The sacrifice failed.

The auxiliary gates of the four-folded doors were all shattered, leaving them temporarily stuck in mid-air, unable to land.

Their furious faces were already distorted.

Ning Yutao was stiff all over, nearly breaking down.

How could it be.

Those four secret locations were meticulously selected by myself, it’s absolutely impossible for them to be leaked.

If only one sacrifice point was leaked, it might have been a coincidence.

But all four sacrifice points were breached at the most critical moment of the sacrifice.

Isn’t it obvious?

There must be a mole leaking secrets.

But who would leak all this?

Within this branch of the Yangxiang Sect, only Hei Chen and I knew the full positions of the sacrifice points.

Even the disciples responsible for the sacrifices only knew their position and had no idea about the other three locations.

Hei Chen betraying the Yangxiang Sect?

Impossible.

He’s a member of the Yangxiang Race, he simply can’t betray.

But I didn’t betray either.

Who exactly is it?

Who?

Ning Yutao was on the brink of madness.

”Ning Yutao, look at what you’ve done.”

At this point, Hei Chen turned, staring venomously at Ning Yutao.

Besides him.

Who else could have leaked it?

”Yangxiang Sect, your conspiracy was crushed, laugh now.”

Wu Xianwei mocked coldly.

”Execute immediately.”

Ning Yutao screamed with madness.

There’s no point in explaining anything now.

If the sacrifice here goes smoothly, perhaps the Grandmasters would still have a chance to descend.

After all, half of the sacrifices at the four sacrifice points had already been completed.

This operation must not fail.

Absolutely not.

What a pity.

Misfortune never comes singly.

Ning Yutao hadn’t regained his senses when Wang Nanguo, a fifth-grade powerhouse, was already advancing toward the execution platform, brimming with murderous intent.

Damn it!

Obviously, there was only one fifth-grade Martial Artist, Wu Xianwei.

How did another one jump out?

This is simply haunting.

The beheadings must not be disrupted.

Ning Yutao stomped hard on the ground and advanced to confront Wang Lu Feng.

Puff!

Unfortunately, he was only at the peak of the fourth grade, how could he be a match for Wang Nanguo.

He was blown away with a single move.

But Ning Yutao was also tenacious.

He didn’t seek victory but engaged Wang Nanguo, making him busy fending off his attacks.

”Ning Yutao, take this pill, you can break through to the fifth grade, redeem yourself.”

Hei Chen seized the opportunity and threw a pill to Ning Yutao.

Ning Yutao swallowed it without caring whether it was poisonous or not.

It might be a pill that overdraws life or potential, but in such circumstances, nothing else mattered.

”It turns out we’re in the same trade, brother, thanks.”

Wu Xianwei glanced at the Investigation and Arrest Bureau badge on Wang Nanguo’s chest and laughed heartily.

”No need to be polite.”

Wang Nanguo, without a word, drew his knife and fought again.

He was extremely anxious.

In the elevator, those cult followers had already raised their knives, ready to chop down.

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”Dad.”

Wang Lu Feng, holding a knife, almost shouted uncontrollably.

He never thought he’d see Wang Nanguo in this place.

Excitement, thrill, exhilaration!

All kinds of emotions intertwined, causing Wang Lu Feng’s knife to tremble.

Fighting side-by-side with his father was simply the highest honor for a son.

Zhou Yuncan concentrated and calmed his mind.

He was waiting for Su Yue’s signal.

”Wang Lu Feng, attack the third-grade on the left front with me. Next, we’ll take the one on the left rear. Together, we must strike with a kill-this sure blow.