I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

"Rong Ao, are you crazy?!"

Rong Ao didn’t know Rong Lie, but Rong Lie knew this strongest warrior of the Quanrong Race.

He is a completely tough character, and a thorough advocate of war.

"Am I crazy?"

"No, the one who urged the Sovereign to sacrifice the Lava Monster’s heart and anger the Fire Celestial God to bring down divine punishment wasn’t me!"

"You all are the true sinners of Quanrong!"

Listening to their conversation, Han Zhan leaned back tactically, suddenly feeling that things had become complicated.

They were here to help Quanrong resolve issues,

but it seemed that this Quanrong warrior named Rong Ao wasn’t that friendly.

"Rong Ao, that mistake was my foolish grandfather’s doing. You can’t erase all the contributions we’ve made for Quanrong because of his mistakes!"

"Erase all contributions? Hmph, if I truly erased them all, you wouldn’t be standing here but would’ve been slain directly by me," Rong Ao said coldly.

"Enough with the nonsense. I’ve long warned the Sovereign that the Quanrong Race should not do things they’re not good at. It’s a foolish decision to speculate on the likes and dislikes of the Celestial God."

"Only you Quanrong people who think you’re smart consider thinking to be such a great thing!"

Rong Ao’s words, though sensible, made Han Zhan secretly nod in agreement.

But admitting that Quanrong doesn’t need brains like this, is it really good?

"Absurd! Without me mediating between Quanrong and Xiqi, Quanrong wouldn’t even get a meal right now!"

"Food? That stuff only weakens the warriors’ fighting spirit. Quanrong people should drink molten lava and eat rocks!"

Listening to Rong Lie and Rong Ao’s confrontational rebuttals, Han Zhan finally understood.

In Quanrong, the Quanrong people who consider themselves smart and those who worship force represent their respective factions.

And those who consider themselves smart—Rong Lie’s lineage—are the ones who brought about the new divine punishment for Quanrong.

So now, the Sovereign is furious and decided to send all the smart Quanrong people to be the filler, leading to this scene now.

"This time, I returned from Xiqi with two helpers. They are sect disciples and have a way to completely resolve divine punishment!"

Rong Lie didn’t want to continue wasting words with Rong Ao, so he said in a deep voice.

Rong Ao sneered.

"You actually use the word ’invite.’ I know the Xiqi Ancestral Temple. Except for Jiang Ziya and Shen Luo, everyone else there is trash."

"You invited two pieces of trash from Xiqi back, and you think they can save your life? You’re too naive!"

"As for completely resolving divine punishment, such an obvious lie, you claim to be smart yet can’t see through it. It seems sending you to the filler lines is indeed the right decision!"

"You!"

Rong Ao’s words not only insulted Rong Lie but also Xiqi, the Ancestral Temple, and Han Zhan and Bai Shang.

As the strongest warrior of Quanrong, he had the arrogance to back it up.

Han Zhan felt a similar presence from Rong Ao akin to that of his senior brother Shen Luo.

Their strength should be not much different.

No wonder in the Xiqi Ancestral Temple, apart from master Jiang Ziya and Shen Luo, no one else could catch his eye.

However.

For his plan to succeed and not be dragged to the battlefield as cannon fodder like Rong Lie,

Han Zhan decided to intensify the situation for this insolent warrior of Quanrong.

He stepped out from the caravan and approached Rong Lie’s side.

"You called us trash?"

Han Zhan slightly lifted the corner of his mouth, grinning as he looked at Rong Ao.

Rong Ao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What, are you dissatisfied?"

"Not dissatisfied, just surprised that the one known as Quanrong’s strongest warrior is not even better than a piece of trash."

Thud! Thud!

As soon as Han Zhan finished speaking, Rong Ao stepped forward two paces, looking down at him from above.

"You better clarify."

"Otherwise, it won’t be just as simple as being sent to the filler lines."

Han Zhan shook his head disinterestedly.

The next second, the soil beneath his feet emitted a silver glow, elevating him continuously.

Eventually, he reached a height of two meters, looking Rong Ao directly in the eye.

"My meaning is simple."

"Since you think the people from the Ancestral Temple are trash, why don’t we have a competition?"

"As for the content of the competition, let this battlefield be the venue, and let’s compete to see who has more kills while exterminating these newly born Molten Giants!"

Competing for kills?

This time, not only Rong Ao but also Rong Lie and Bai Shang looked at Han Zhan in surprise.

Competing with Quanrong’s strongest warrior for kills—wasn’t this a joke?

However, looking at Han Zhan, he was not joking at all.

He was serious.

"Compete for kills? Molten Giants?"

"Hahaha, that’s the funniest joke I’ve heard today."

Rong Ao sneered a few times, then shifted his tone.

"However, I accept your challenge."

"If you win, I’ll agree to spare Rong Lie and then lead you to meet the Sovereign."

"But if you lose, then for your provocation, I will unleash my wrath on Xiqi and launch an attack against Xiqi."

Rong Ao knew the sect’s teachings and purposefully spoke this way.

Unexpectedly, Han Zhan nodded without hesitation.

"Then let’s begin."

"Good, good, good."

Rong Ao said "good" thrice, then restrained his smile, becoming more serious than ever.

As Quanrong’s strongest warrior, he had his pride.

He could not lose.

Absolutely not!

Even if the opponent was just an unknown minor character, he gave his all, with full effort.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Rong Ao’s figure disappeared again, appearing among the Molten Giants.

Like a giant meteor capable of destroying the world.

Smashing the entire ground into countless fragments, revealing crimson patterns on it.

Boom!

The violent aura surrounded and instantly swallowed several Molten Giants nearby.

Rong Ao was serious now!

Seeing this scene, Rong Lie couldn’t help but look at Han Zhan again.

This young man who became the proxy for the Xiqi Ancestral Temple, what kind of tactics does he possess?

Not only him, but Bai Shang also wondered.

She was also pondering what kind of victory strategy Ji Fa, the fifth disciple, would deploy.

Ji Fa wasn’t someone who spoke recklessly. If he didn’t have a surefire winning strategy, he wouldn’t have uttered those words.

Could it be the Circulation Technique, capable of enveloping the entire battlefield and instantaneously annihilating?

No, that’s impossible. Bai Shang shook her head internally.

If it were the case, he’d need mastery over the Circulation Technique of the Great Dao equal to master Jiang Ziya’s level; otherwise, it wouldn’t achieve such extensive annihilation.

Then, is it the Creation Skill?

Regarding the Creation Skill... Bai Shang thought, and her gaze suddenly fell upon the Quanrong caravan transporting goods nearby.

She seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes suddenly brightened.

At this moment, Han Zhan calmly raised his hands:

"Watch closely."

"The next move will be very impressive!"

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