roccoschili Chapter 1169 - 1169 378 The Heaven's Proud Sons Should Treat Me This Way Extra for 13500 monthly votes!_2
Chapter 1169 - 1169 378 The Heaven's Proud Sons Should Treat Me This Way Extra for 13500 monthly votes!_2
1169: Chapter 378: The Heaven’s Proud Sons Should Treat Me This Way (Extra for 13500 monthly votes!)_2 1169: Chapter 378: The Heaven’s Proud Sons Should Treat Me This Way (Extra for 13500 monthly votes!)_2 In each other’s eyes, they saw a common, unyielding power.Jiang Wang remained silent.
As the initiator of the visit, Qin Zhizhen spoke first.
His voice, much weightier than his age, and his speech, slow yet powerful, felt like a massive boulder rolling in, inevitable and impossible to resist.
“Someone mentioned you to me.”
This was how he started.
When he spoke, his presence seemed to squeeze everything else out, aiming to suffocate anyone before settling down.
At that moment, Qiao Lin was sitting to the left of Jiang Wang, silently conveying “intelligence”.
The seat on the right was vacant, with other Heavenly Cover Soldiers standing further out.
Jiang Wang glanced at the empty seat on the right and politely gestured, “Sit down and let’s talk.”
Qin Zhizhen thought for a moment, then actually crossed over and sat down beside Jiang Wang on his right.
The prodigies of both Qi Country and Qin sat side by side, unaware what they were discussing, igniting wild speculations among many.
But few dared to reveal their doubts through their glances, and even fewer openly stared.
Only Yellow Sheri, sitting directly opposite, was an exception.
Sitting boldly, she eyed them with a look that said, “What sinister schemes are you crooks hiding from me?” manifesting utter disdain and arrogance.
Jiang Wang acted as if he hadn’t seen her.
After Qin Zhizhen settled down, he finally asked, “Who mentioned me to you?”
“A practitioner of the Art of the Ancient Flying Sword,” Qin Zhizhen slowly said.
He spoke with a solemn tone, indicating the person he mentioned was someone to be taken seriously.
He also ignored Yellow Sheri.
Jiang Wang looked down at the arena, where the refined Lin Zhengren had already stepped onto the third Arena, and the confident Jiang Limeng was on his way up; the battle he had been longing for was about to begin.
He was supposed to observe Lin Zhengren intently, in the calmest state possible.
But at this moment, his heart was disturbed.
Without shifting his gaze, he only responded, “Oh?”
“He’s called Xiang Qian,” Qin Zhizhen said.
“So,” Jiang Wang asked, “Are you friends?
Enemies?”
“We are not friends; neither can we be considered enemies,” Qin Zhizhen spoke calmly, “He challenged a friend of mine, and then I challenged him.
He mentioned you to me, so I came to see you.
That’s all there was to it.”
Jiang Wang was silent for a moment, then asked, “How is he now?”
He did not ask who won, because the fact that Qin Zhizhen was sitting here spoke volumes about the outcome.
Qin Zhizhen smiled.
This man, like a boulder, did not relax even in his smile, creating a tense, disconcerting heaviness.
“I’ll tell you when you defeat me,” he said.
Jiang Wang still focused on the direction of the arena, showing little emotion, simply saying softly, “Okay.”
Such a casual yet firm approval.
Qin Zhizhen had gotten the answer he wanted, so he stood up to take leave, “I will take my leave now.”
Jiang Wang, still calm, responded: “Take care.”
Qin Zhizhen left his seat and began walking down.
Dressed in black, Qin Zhizhen moved downwards like a boulder in the flow of a river.
He walked down to the bottom of the stand, then turned right.
Each of his steps was precise, not deviating in the slightest.
As he was about to step out of the protection range of the Heavenly Cover Soldiers, he suddenly turned back to look at Jiang Wang, with a rare curious gaze: “Don’t you want to ask what he told me about you?”
Jiang Wang finally shifted his gaze back, looking at him earnestly: “I’ll ask you after I defeat you.”
[You’d better have your answer ready.]
“Okay.”
This time, it was Qin Zhizhen who said the word.
Then, the man in black, accompanied by the silent Overlord Army Soldiers, walked towards the right stand, occupying a large area of space.
Yellow Sheri looked back and forth between Qin Zhizhen and Jiang Wang.
She scrutinized them like they were two thieves.
But both Jiang Wang and Qin Zhizhen were focused on the arena.
Qiao Lin, who had been listening silently to Qin Zhizhen and Jiang Wang’s cryptic conversations, was itching with curiosity.
He desperately wanted to know who this practitioner of Art of the Ancient Flying Sword was, connected with Jiang Wang, the prodigy of Qi Country, and who had crossed paths with Qin Zhizhen from Qin Country; surely, he was no ordinary figure.
Yet, it was unclear who the person was and from which country he hailed.
But he dared not ask.
Because Lord Jiang…
Clearly, was not in the best of moods.
The battle today under the witness of the Pillar of the Six Unions was vitally important.
Many notable figures attended, including the Vice Minister from Sheng Country, the True Man Dream Endless from Penglai Island lineage, Chu Jiming, the Privy Envoy from Song Country, Du Ruhui, the State Minister from Zhuang Country…
And there were high-level officials from Snow Country from the extreme cold northwest, high-level officials from Dan Country from the northern Valley plains, and those with complex relationships with Song Country from Wei Country…
Fortunately, the surrounding stands were high and broad enough to accommodate all these people, even without a sense of crowding.
Three of the six major nations’ Inner Mansion Realm prodigies who weren’t participating in the selection, were present.
The attendees were Jiang Wang from Qi Country, Yellow Sheri from Jingguo, and Qin Zhizhen from Qing Country.
They each sat on three different stands, clearly distinct from each other.
Of course, in Yellow Sheri’s eyes, Jiang Wang and Qin Zhizhen might already appear disgraceful.
The three prodigies not present were Xiang Bei from Chuguo, Jinge from Mugu, and the still-secret Inner Mansion Realm prodigy from Jinguo.