247: C247 Drum

C247 Drum

Between Origin Continent. Two Realm Plateau.

In a tent within the Sha Long Empire army of the human army, an armored old man was sitting upright in front of a table with his eyes closed. He was completely still, like a statue.

This old man was the commander of the army of the Sha Long Empire, Hong Liang!

After he received the news from the Dragon Spring Town last night, he sat like this. After the night passed, he still maintained the same posture without moving an inch. However, he seemed to have aged ten years. His originally black beard and hair had now turned completely white.

After a long time, a faint sigh came from the tent.

"It looks like it won't be long before the 108th 'Sword Seal' 'Nirvana Holy Fire' of the 'Artifact Refining Competition' will be seen as reproducing the glorious and powerful hope of humanity. He indeed deserves this praise!"

"However, what does this have to do with me?"

"Revenge for the death of my son, I will never let Tang Huan live! Tang Huan, how can this old man let this go!"

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"Damn it. Is this the only way?"

At almost the same time, a few dozen kilometers away, in a tent of the Tang Empire Imperial Army, a low roar that was being suppressed also rang out. The one who spoke was a slightly thin middle-aged man with almond-shaped eyes and a hooked nose.

This middle-aged man was Tang Empire Empire's Great General Shi Zhongda.

In the human race alliance, each of the three empires have a commander. The commander of the Tang Empire Empire is the current emperor's younger brother, Tang Zhao.

Below Tang Zhao, there were three generals.

This Shi Zhongda was one of them.

A Great General's strength was on par with a Great General, but his position was above a Great General. Generally speaking, for a Martial Warrior with the power to become a general, other than having tyrannical strength, his background was also very important. For example, Shi Zhongda, his grandfather was the trusted follower of the emperor who founded the Tang Empire back then.

"Zhang Ye!" After pacing back and forth in the tent for a while, he suddenly let out a low shout.

"Your subordinate is here!" A middle-aged man answered.

"You can be sure that the person that killed my son and seized the Fire Spirit Sword's key is executing the combat drum sound?" Shi Zhongda gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"General, is absolutely correct, it's undoubtedly the combat drum sound." Zhang Ye said resolutely.

"'Battle drum sound' was created by the Holy Emperor of Glory Empire back then. The person who is able to execute such a battle skill must be the 'Glory Sacred Temple' of Tian Zhu City."

Shi Zhongda narrowed his eyes, his expression dark, "That person called himself an old servant in front of Tang Huan. Logically speaking, he should be a descendant from the Holy Emperor. But if I remember correctly, there are only two descendants of this generation in Holy Emperor, a son and a daughter. The man's name is' Shan Shi 'and the woman's name is' Shan Shan '. Shan Shi has already been missing for more than ten years, and his age is also around forty years old, so he completely cannot match up with Tang Huan.

"Could it be the son of that boulder?" Zhang Ye could not help but ask.

"Impossible, when Mountain Stone went missing and before he got married, where did his son come from?" Shi Zhongda shook his head, "It doesn't matter who he is, I would never let him off."

"General!" Zhang Ye was shocked, and asked worriedly.

"Rest assured, I would never have acted rashly. The days are still long, and Ben would have been patient enough to wait for an opportunity. " Shi Zhongda's face was tense, and his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake.

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Days passed, and the news continued to spread.

In the area of Sword Crafting Valley, in a valley that was sparsely wooded on the southwest coast, there was an abandoned town that had been eroded even more by the passage of time.

"I've finally gotten the last Profound Spirit Ghost Demon Pearl!"

A hearty laugh suddenly rang out from a newly dug pit.1

A few meters away from the hole, there was a glittering long spear stuck in the ground. Beside the spear, there was a little girl lying on a rock that was carved into a piece of jade, but upon hearing what was said, she couldn't help but twitch her lips and raise her little hand to pat the dust off of her body, continuing to happily suck on the feather in her mouth.

"Whoosh!"

A moment later, a hand was placed on the edge of the pit.

Immediately after, a black figure soared to the sky and gently landed on the ground. It was Tang Huan. His body was slender and strong. Although his body was young, after such a long period of time, the immaturity that was present in his eyes had completely disappeared. Now, even if someone said he was twenty, I'm afraid no one would doubt it.

At this time, Tang Huan was holding onto a white pearl in his hand. It was the "Profound Yin Soul Demonic Pearl" that Tang Huan had just dug out.

Ever since he had split up with Gu Ying and Mu Yan, Tang Huan had begun to accomplish the tasks that he had been asked to do.

From then on, Tang Huan roamed all over the Sword Crafting Valley, traveling to the north and south. Through the "Dark Yin Soul Demonic Bead" that Huan Mu had left behind, Tang Huan had finally found the other one hundred and eight pearls that were hidden in every corner of the Sword Crafting Valley.

"Go, return to Dragon Spring Town!"

After keeping the "Profound Spirit Ghost Bead" in his palm and the "Sumeru Magical Ring" in his hand, Tang Huan grabbed the Dragon Phoenix Spear and carried it on his shoulder, then he strode towards the north.

"Wait for me!"

The little girl suddenly jumped up, flung off her small arms and legs, and quickly chased after Tang Huan, grabbing onto his clothes and quickly climbed up. Not long later, she grabbed onto Tang Huan's neck and laid on his back.

"Whoosh!"

Inside the Sword Crafting Valley, a short and thin figure suddenly appeared in a flash. Like a stream of light, the figure dashed through the forest at a speed so fast that one could barely hear the sound of it breaking through the air.

"Ya!"

The few wandering vengeful spirits seemed to have sensed it and rushed forward screaming at the same time. However, before they could approach, the short and thin figure had already disappeared without a trace. Those resentful spirits seemed to be confused.

Not long after, the short figure appeared in the depths of Sword Crafting Valley, but suddenly stopped in front of a small pit about ten meters away from the Lunar Tomb. His appearance immediately became clear, this short figure was actually a white-haired old man with a face full of wrinkles.

"It should be here."

The short elder frowned, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

Immediately after, the short elder waved his sleeve. It was as if a hurricane had appeared out of nowhere. Shattered sand flew out from the pit.

After a while, a small piece of broken black wooden stick was revealed.

"Dead?"

The short elder narrowed his eyes to size it up. After a moment, his expression changed greatly, "That Stage Nine Magic Saint who betrayed my Celestial Clan was actually killed by someone?"

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