Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

“So they really are Rong Tribe spies.”

Yang Ling glanced at the opponent’s Status Panel and immediately issued a warning.

Soon enough, the two sides faced off in front of Calamity Valley.

The Zhao State side naturally rallied around the Fourth Prince.

He stood at the center, draped in a heavy cloak.

Yang Ling, Yun Ruo, and other Seventh-Rank Ironclad Department officers clustered around him like stars surrounding the moon.

Chi Qingyao, Huikong, Chen Zuo, Dongfang Haojie, and the other experts present wore grave expressions with cold, sharp eyes.

“The Rong Tribe actually sent this many spies out, and Brother Yang already killed a batch, yet there are still over a hundred of them.”

Zhang Shendao couldn’t help muttering under his breath.

However, the enemy’s numbers were clearly not as large as theirs, which let them breathe a sigh of relief.

“Heavenly Wolf Guard’s Tong Yi, paying respects to the Fourth Prince.”

A young man with a towering build like a mountain slowly stepped out from the crowd, smiling with clasped hands.

“Tong Yi? Then he should be the eldest among the Tong generation.”

Yun Ruo and the other Ironclad Constables narrowed their eyes, sizing him up carefully.

“Your Heavenly Wolf Guard certainly has fine taste this time.”

The Fourth Prince smiled: “Not only did you send Tong Jiu, Tong Wu, and Tong Si, but even the big brother of the Tong generation has come.”

Hearing this, a flicker of surprise flashed through Tong Yi’s eyes, and then he smiled:

“The Fourth Prince’s intelligence network is truly impressive—you even know exactly how many of us Tong generation members have come.”

The Fourth Prince smiled: “Do you think only the Heavenly Wolf Guard has spies among us? Among your people, there are also some good men of Zhao State.”

Chi Qingyao and the others exchanged glances, unsure whether this statement was true or false.

Tong Yi chuckled, his gaze sweeping over his group of Seventh-Rank experts, which included men and women, old and young.

“Among you, who are the good men of Zhao State? Step forward yourself.”

“...”

No one responded.

Tong Yi smiled slightly, clasped his hands to the Fourth Prince:

“Clearly, there are no good men of Zhao State among my people.”

“Hey, Nangong Yue is in there too.”

Yang Ling had been keeping a low profile, but in reality, he was checking the Status Panels of these Seventh-Rank experts one by one.

The data on the Status Panels was clear at a glance.

He could directly judge whether the opponent’s combat power was lower Seventh-Rank, mid-Seventh-Rank, or upper Seventh-Rank.

During his inspection, he spotted Nangong Yue.

As for Tong Yi’s stats, they were quite impressive, on par with the Fourth Prince Zhao Zheng, with Strength and Agility combined exceeding 150 points.

Dongfang Haojie and the others couldn’t match this guy.

He was essentially the top tier among Seventh-Rank experts.

“You think asking like that will get you anywhere? Haha, you really know how to joke.”

The Fourth Prince chuckled, then turned serious:

“Your Heavenly Wolf Guard’s target this time is Calamity Valley? But your numbers here are just... eighty to a hundred at most.”

After saying this, he glanced at his own side:

“We, the martial artists of Zhao State from various sects, currently have at least two hundred Seventh-Rank experts present.

Among them, there are at least a dozen upper Seventh-Rank experts.

No matter how you look at it, we Zhao State have the advantage.

So what do you plan to do? Come to beg for mercy?”

Tong Yi let out a light laugh: “The ones beside you are Ironclad Department constables, right? Zhao State is extremely strict about controlling hand crossbows.

These constables can carry hand crossbows, but ordinary martial artists of the Jianghu...”

Mian Zhengdong and the others promptly pulled out hand crossbows.

Quite a few Arhat Temple disciples also produced hand crossbows.

Seeing this, the Fourth Prince had Yun Ruo and the others distribute the extra hand crossbows to the disciples of the four sects.

When Tong Yi saw the designs of those hand crossbows, his brow furrowed.

“Oh, and I also have a Divine Crossbow.”

The Fourth Prince pulled out the Divine Crossbow, gently stroking it:

“Trying to compete with us on hand crossbows? Can you spare a few more bodies?”

“Tong Yi, those hand crossbows are all ours!”

Nangong Yue’s face suddenly changed:

“Tong Jiu and Tong Si haven’t been heard from, could it be that...”

“It seems Tong Jiu and Tong Si have already died for their country.”

Tong Yi sighed softly: “One of their teams went after Arhat Temple, and another went after the Divine Sect. Now that the disciples of both sects are here, can’t you figure it out?”

“So you’re Tong Wu.”

The Fourth Prince’s gaze fell on Nangong Yue, and he couldn’t help laughing:

“Only you four of the Tong generation came? Are there any more? Call them out so I can meet them all.”

“There’s one more, Tong Shi. He’s Tong Jiu’s younger brother, his blood brother.”

Tong Yi said thoughtfully: “Tong Shi, do you know who killed them?”

“My brother and Tong Si were both killed by Yang Ling of the Ironclad Department!”

A Divine Sect disciple suddenly shot forward, arriving beside Tong Yi in an instant. He turned and stared coldly at Yang Ling, his killing intent completely undisguised!

Seeing this, Dongfang Haojie and Zhang Shendao couldn’t help cursing “Holy shit” in their minds.

There was actually another Rong Tribe spy among this batch of Divine Sect Seventh-Rank experts!?

The other Divine Sect disciples, witnessing this scene, reacted with a mix of fury and complicated expressions.

“The Divine Sect treated you well, Tong Shi.”

Dongfang Haojie sighed.

Tong Shi said flatly: “I was born a Rong tribesman.”

Then he looked at Yang Ling:

“Yang Ling, you killed my brother. I will avenge him with my own hands.”

“Then come at me right now.”

Yang Ling rolled up his sleeves: “Let’s settle this one-on-one.”

Tong Shi said coldly: “I’m certainly no match for you in a one-on-one fight. Do you think I’m an idiot?”

Nangong Yue turned to Tong Yi:

“The Commander ordered this man eliminated without fail. It seems the Commander’s judgment was correct—this Yang Ling will become a major threat to our Rong Tribe!”

The fact that both Tong Jiu and Tong Si had died at the hands of a mere Seventh-Rank Ironclad Department officer surprised and unnerved the Rong Tribe spies present, their gazes at Yang Ling filled with thick killing intent.

“Tong Wu, I won’t question the Commander’s words, but for him to become a major threat will take some years to develop. No rush.”

Tong Yi said calmly: “The Commander’s true target is this Calamity Valley. When the eighth day comes and we can enter the valley, I will tell you all the mission for this trip.”

Nangong Yue’s expression shifted slightly. He nodded respectfully and said nothing more.

“You really think you’ll get a chance to enter the valley? If you showed up on the eighth day, we wouldn’t bother with you.”

The Fourth Prince smiled: “But right now, we’re definitely going to drive you away.”

“Is that so...”

Tong Yi seemed lost in thought, then lightly waved his hand.

A young woman beside him, who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen, picked up a bone flute and blew it softly.

The melodious flute notes drifted through the air.

Then, a group of Frost Force Bears came charging out of the wind and snow.

They looked quite reluctant, as if forced into action, with barely noticeable needles inserted into their foreheads.

Everyone was slightly stunned, their expressions somewhat strange.

“Hey, it’s that Frost Force Bear. What kind of technique is this? She doesn’t seem like a Beast Tamer.”

Yang Ling’s attention was piqued. He checked the young woman’s Status Panel again, but her profession was only Martial Artist, with no other tags.

The Fourth Prince said in surprise: “Beast Tamer? No, this is a Beast Master’s technique.”

Chi Qingyao and the others exchanged glances, their expressions turning serious.

They suddenly understood why Tong Yi was so calm and composed.

The leader of that Frost Force Bear group was clearly at the Sixth-Rank level.

The rest of the bears were at least Seventh-Rank as a baseline.

With this, the two sides’ strength suddenly seemed very close.

“Your Rong Tribe’s beast mastery arts should have been a lost tradition...”

The Fourth Prince said thoughtfully.

Tong Yi smiled: “The tradition has now been recovered, Fourth Prince. Do we have the strength to set up camp here and wait for the day to enter the valley?”

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