Adding Friends Can Make Me Stronger-Chapter 228

Chapter 228: The Underworld Emperor Sect, Second-Tier Divine Item, Yun Bujue’s Decision!

Half an hour later…

The battle had ended. The once-flourishing Wild Sky Island had turned into ruins, filled with bodies and cries of anguish.

Rivers of blood flowed, and bodies were strewn everywhere. An endless blaze illuminated faces filled with fear and dread.

“Humans!” The Grand Priest of the Barbarian Clan, blood streaming from his seven orifices, glared with anguish.

Witnessing the annihilation of his clan was the most unbearable pain in the world.

With a splash, the demonic leader withdrew his hand from the Grand Priest’s chest, casually shaking off the blood.

The Grand Priest’s body instantly exploded, dissolving into a mist of blood.

“Leader,” said a figure cloaked in corpse gas, carrying a coffin on his back. “Everything is settled. There are no survivors.”

“Collect the blood and give it to Xue Youzi,” the demonic leader commanded. “It must be completed within four days.”

“Rest assured, Xue Youzi is even more motivated than we are,” the coffin-bearer replied with a stiff smile. “This time, even without that object, you could have easily subdued the entire area, Leader.”

“Never underestimate the heroes of the world,” the leader replied. “The righteous prodigies coming this time are incredibly strong, with at least three on the surface who have mastered tenfold of intent.”

“But you, the Underworld Emperor Sect’s first in a thousand years to master the secret technique, how can you lack confidence?” said the coffin-bearer, grinning. “One day, the future shift in the world’s power balance will rely on you.”

“Better safe than sorry, especially with that Southern Region leader, whom even my master has repeatedly warned about,” the leader said. “Not simple at all.”

“That guy, huh?” The coffin-bearer raised his brows. “Our sect leader has warned me too.”

“Go get it done. This time, with the local laws, we must kill all the young elites of the four regions here,” the leader declared coldly. “This will announce to the world that we in the demonic path have returned.”

“Heh.” The coffin-bearer grinned wickedly.

A full ten levels of intent was strong, but could it surpass the power of laws? Only by moving beyond intent could one achieve that level, and that is beyond the Life and Death Realm.

The Wild Sea is vast.

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When Meng Changqing arrived at the second divine item’s location, it was already the following day. This place held a common divine item, but it had already been taken.

That was to be expected. Most divine items were easy to take, except for a few.

Those who arrived early could take them directly.

“Let’s head straight for the second-tier divine item location,” Meng Changqing thought. Second-tier items matured more slowly, so it would likely still be there.

With that, he took out his map and chose a nearby location.

In the southern inner sea, winds howled, and waves crashed.

There was a large crescent-shaped island surrounded by small islands. Many people had already arrived on the main island — powerful auras filled the air.

There were martial artists from Northern Plains, Eastern Sea, and the Southern Region. Among them, the most striking was Dongmen Xiangzhong, the former leader of Eastern Sea’s young elites.

His presence alone made other warriors wary, as they hadn’t expected him to be here, making the contest for this second-tier divine item even harder.

This former leader was almost as strong as Han Yuanzhen.

Although reluctant to leave, giving up a second-tier divine item was hard. It was the next best option, as the third-tier items were too rare.

This second-tier was the best possible alternative.

“Dongmen Xiangzhong, aren’t you supposed to be in the central sea area? Why are you here competing with us?” one of the seasoned warriors grumbled.

He came from the previous generation’s elites as well.

“Can’t I have a backup option in case I don’t get anything there?” Dongmen Xiangzhong smiled. Clad in light blue robes with a graceful demeanor, he sat on a massive beast. Even faced with many powerful rivals, his expression remained calm.

“You really have no confidence. It just proves you’re no match for Han Yuanzhen,” the warrior continued.

He came from Northern Plains and had abnormally long arms that almost touched the ground.

Dongmen Xiangzhong’s gaze grew cold. He had kept a low profile for so long that people dared to look down on him.

“Han Yuanzhen, I’ll defeat him sooner or later. As for now, are you all not going to leave?” freeweɓnovel~cѳm

The warrior scoffed but retracted his gaze without moving. Clearly, he had some trump card, as did all the elite warriors who made it here.

Many believed Dongmen Xiangzhong wouldn’t exert his full strength here since he would need to save his energy for the final showdown, so they felt they still had a chance.

The opportunity to attain power akin to nobility was right in front of them, so how could they simply walk away?

Suddenly, a figure appeared, drawing everyone’s attention.

It was a gray-robed elder with white hair and beard, carrying a longsword on his back.

He looked old and frail, as though he was on the verge of death.

Seeing this, everyone, including Dongmen Xiangzhong, frowned.

Which faction is he from?

Had their sect run out of members that they sent someone half a step into the grave?

It wasn’t that they judged by appearances alone. When they tried to sense his energy, they only found a peak Life and Death warrior with no hint of intent.

So, one by one, they looked away.

“Second-tier divine item,” Yun Bujue murmured as he looked towards the heart of the island. There, a massive red flower with nine petals swayed in the wind, radiating intense divine light. Unlike common divine items, its light was even more dazzling, filling people with a sense of longing.

“If I could bring this divine item back to my sect, I’d have no regrets, even in death.” Yun Bujue took a deep breath, determination glimmering in his murky eyes.

His life was nearly over. He didn’t have much time left.

In his final days, he wanted to do something meaningful.

He also didn’t want to die in the sect.

As a warrior, once among the top swordsmen of Central Province, he felt that he should end his days in a place filled with heroes — a place where legends clashed.

“Yinge, are you ready?” Yun Bujue murmured softly.

Behind him, the old, cracked longsword vibrated gently.

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