We Agreed to Brag Together, But You Secretly Dominated the World Chapter 280: Your Doomsday

Chapter 280: Your Doomsday

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“It’s a trivial matter.”

Sui Shang waved his hand dismissively.

He looked up at the scroll.

The dark creatures that the Dasui Empire was tasked with handling were not difficult to deal with.

In fact… they were extremely weak.

For the Dasui Empire, killing them would be effortless.

“The Rosy Clouds Holy Land is also willing to stand with Fellow Daoist Su Chen,” spoke an elder from the Rosy Clouds Holy Land at this time.

He had an ugly expression on his face.

That was because their Rosy Clouds Holy Land’s name was not on this scroll.

They had come to the Prodigy Gathering in vain.

The eider had wanted to speak up several times but restrained himself each time.

The reason was simple.

This scroll came from the hand of a quasi-emperor.

Although unclear which quasi-emperor had tampered with it, one thing was certain: their Rosy Clouds Holy Land could not afford to provoke the other party.

Given this, they simply gave up on killing the dark creatures and chose to help the Great Mystery Sacred Sect instead.

If lucky, they could still obtain some Black Blood Stones.

“Thank you!” Su Chen gently nodded and smiled.

Within a short period of time, over a dozen factions had expressed their goodwill.

The originally daunting Demon Slaying Altar mission now seemed simple.

While over a dozen saint-level forces working together could not sweep the entire platform, dealing with some peripheral dark creatures would be easy.

“I wonder when the Great Mystery Sacred Sect plans to handle the dark creatures in the Demon Slaying Altar?” the Spirit Race Patriarch suddenly asked at this time.

The entire hall had originally been expressing dissatisfaction with the imperial edict. But as the Spirit Race Patriarch spoke, the hall fell silent.

The Spirit Race Patriarch was a very imposing man. His eyes were quite strange, and his stature was tall and upright. A cold smile hung on his lips as his gaze fell lightly on Su Chen.

At his words, countless people turned to look at him. Many present sympathized with the Great Mystery Sacred Sect’s plight.

Forces without close ties could only express sympathy. After all, trying to get them to go to the Demon Slaying Altar and face death would be nearly impossible.

“What business is it of yours?” Su Chen slowly raised his wine cup and took a sip, not giving the Spirit Race Patriarch any face.

The other party’s intentions were obvious to Su Chen. They simply wanted to target him. The two sides’ stances had diverged from the moment Qin Hao appeared years ago.

“Heh…” The Spirit Race Patriarch gave a cold laugh and spoke meaningfully, “The Demon Slaying Altar is no ordinary place. This is the training of a quasi-emperor. Are you afraid? If afraid, just say it. Perhaps the quasi-emperor can show leniency and hand the dark creatures there to other forces.”

“To whom? Your Spirit Race? Just you trash from the Spirit Race, when you enter the Demon Slaying Altar, it’s probably your race’s doomsday!”

“Hmm?” The Spirit Race Patriarch’s expression froze, a cold glint flas.h.i.+ng in his eyes before he quickly calmed himself and chuckled.

“Everyone here knows the Demon Slaying Altar’s horrors. There is indeed a risk of extinction for our Spirit Race if we go recklessly, but what about your Great Mystery Sacred Sect?”

In his opinion, the Great Mystery Sacred Sect would certainly be destroyed this time. Once Su Chen entered, they need only block the exit to bury Su Chen there forever. Even if he had extraordinary abilities, there was absolutely no chance of survival. The only way was if the Great Mystery Sacred Sect didn’t go. But if even they didn’t go, what then? When the quasi-emperor inquired, who could help the Great Mystery Sacred Sect withstand the pressure? Not even the Dasui Empire could!

While the ancestors of the Dasui Empire once had a great emperor, now they couldn’t compare to the past. With not even one Qtiasi-Emperor Realm expert, a single imperial weapon was not enough to suppress a real quasi-emperor.

“You worry too much,” Su Chen faintly said. “The Spirit Race doesn’t have many years left in this world. If I were you, I certainly wouldn’t be blathering here.”

His words confused everyone present. The Spirit Race was no ordinary faction. Their strength had been rising continuously over the millennia. With many experts, they seemed at their peak with no signs of destruction. Yet Su Chen’s words sounded certain, not like baseless speculation. This left all who heard very confused.

“Does Su Chen want to attack the Spirit Race?” someone whispered.

Many acknowledged Su Chen’s strength. If he secretly attacked the Spirit Race, it would definitely injure them. After all, even at its peak, among the Spirit Race’s younger generation none could be a match for Su Chen.

“Logically, the Great Mystery Sacred Sect’s name shouldn’t have entered the quasi-emperor’s eyes. After all, they only just became a holy land. Yet not only did they appear on the scroll, but were a.s.signed the Demon Slaying Altar by the quasi-emperor.”

“It’s very possible the Spirit Race, the Qin family, and the Infinite Demon Sect are behind this.”

“With this cause, it makes sense for Su Chen to oppose the Spirit Race. Moreover, Su Chen exposed scandals about the Spirit Race and the Qin family at the G.o.d Demon Sect’s ruins. No matter what, these two forces will never let Su Chen off.”

The experts sensed a great battle would erupt soon, one tied to the survival of several factions.

Su Chen was now a Quasi-Saint Realm expert. It was said that he was collecting saint-level materials, meaning he had confidence in becoming a saint. Considering how fast Su Chen reached the Quasi-Saint Realm, many believed he’d absolutely become a Saint Realm expert in decades.

Once Su Chen became a saint, the elders believed he would at minimum be a Fifth Tribulation Saint. At that time, among equals, Su Chen would be invincible!

The Qin family might not act, but whether the Spirit Race would continue to exist remained uncertain.

“What courage! In history, you’re the first to dare speak to my Spirit Race thus! Today, I’ll tell you this. All who oppose my Spirit Race don’t have a good ending!”

The Spirit Race Patriarch’s expression grew colder, ghostly fire flickering in his eyes as he emanated an aura like a devil G.o.d, filling others with dread.

With a wave of his sleeve, a jade slip flew out to hover over the hall. It projected an image of endless mountains with a b.l.o.o.d.y battle unfolding within. Many Quasi-Saint Realm and Nirvana Realm experts fought, with more Quasi-Saint Realm powerhouses observing.

“Eh… That youth in the image looks familiar.”

“You’re right, he does seem familiar!”