405: Masked Alliance, the legendary demon sword

"Sikong from Great Xia, Edward from the United States, and Christina from Russia—they all have the Aptitude to become Kings."

"If they grow up, it will be very disadvantageous for us. The Abyss does not want to see that happen."

Seven people were all wearing different masks, each figure's aura extremely powerful. Different halos of power emerged around them, and their blood Qi surged like the shifting tides.

One person, with eyes obscure and deep, spoke up:

"The National Destiny Battlefield is difficult even for Kings to break into. How are we supposed to kill them?"

"Why didn't we act before?"

"Some things happened before. The backup plans of the United States and Russia were both rooted out. According to the plan, Great Xia was supposed to be led by my people, but I didn't expect the Ten Ministers Association to choose him as the leader halfway through..."

A man in a white suit wearing a silver mask swirled the wine glass in his hand.

His gaze was sharp and cold, devoid of any emotion.

"That Jiang Yuan is indeed a huge trouble. It's the first time I've seen the Abyss pay such a high price for a Prodigy. He could trigger a battle between demigods before even becoming a Quasi-King. His potential is too exaggerated; he's simply the strongest freak in history..."

"The biggest variable. It's a pity that Karma doesn't manifest on him at all, otherwise we should have struck with all our might to eliminate him when he was in the Japan."

"Now, it is too late to talk about that."

"Now, unless a King personally takes action, who can kill him?"

The man in the white suit chuckled, "I can."

The other six looked at him.

The man in the white suit said, "Unless one becomes a King, they are ultimately ants. If you are all willing to make a small sacrifice to stall Murmansk's Kings and pay a certain price to break open the National Destiny Battlefield with an Abyss Forbidden Tool, I am confident I can detonate the S-Rank Abyss in Murmansk. This will allow the Abyss to erode this world, and we can take the opportunity to eliminate all the Prodigies, including him."

The other six were startled by the words of the man in the white suit.

"Are we really going this big?"

"Doing this might cause the war between the Abyss and Blue Star to start prematurely."

"Some of us might even fall."

The man in the white suit let out a light laugh. "Afraid of death? If you're afraid of death, then don't play."

"Besides, even if we die, with the Abyss's guidance, won't we just continue to survive in another form? Perhaps there's even hope of surpassing the King Realm in the future. But once that monster brat and this generation of new geniuses grow up, will we still have any power to resist?"

"Didn't we form this organization because we were convinced that Blue Star is bound to lose and the Human Race is doomed to defeat?"

"We chose the Abyss, and the Abyss will respond to us."

Deep within his eyes under the mask, a flicker of extremely evil, profound darkness flashed.

"Now, it is finally our turn to show our loyalty to the Abyss."

Clap, clap, clap!

The sound of clapping rang out.

A figure wearing a Red Mask clapped.

"Madness! This is truly madness!"

His voice was filled with intense excitement and pleasure.

"White Mask, you are a true lunatic, but I like it. I have heard the divine voice of the Abyss; He agrees with your idea."

The person in the Black Mask, wrapped in a robe, asked in a raspy voice, "What are the chances of success?"

The man in the white suit drained the wine in his glass.

"50%."

"Either we win, or we lose."

The others wearing purple, green, and Blue Masks fell silent.

In the corner, a figure wearing a Gold Mask looked at the Rubik's cube he was playing with at his fingertips, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Count me in. That brat has a lot of good things on him that even I'm envious of~"

If Jiang Yuan were present, he would surely recognize it.

The cube before him was the very Spatial Cube that had been snatched from him. However, this epic-grade treasure had now been promoted to the legendary grade; it was no longer a six-sided cube, but a twelve-sided one!

"That power... can he still use it?"

The downcast gaze of the figure in the Gold Mask was incredibly deep.

He had witnessed the battle between Jiang Yuan and the Yin Lord back then and was even hit by a punch that pierced through the heavens and earth, causing him long-term injuries.

But more than hatred, he wanted to know the secret of how that boy could briefly step into the King Realm and obtain that supreme combat power without dying.

As a King of the Assassin Path and a human traitor who had long ago defected to the Abyss, at the thought of that terrifying strike that could slash through heaven and earth, a haze of gloom, jealousy, and... greed couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

He wanted it.

He wanted that power.

He craved it immensely... On the spectator stands.

Jiang Yuan popped another treasured Level 8 Spirit Fruit into his mouth.

It was obtained from the Shingu family's treasury in the Japan.

Beside him, Kitahara Ruri recognized the origin of the spirit fruit. Her face instantly darkened, becoming as cold as frost.

"Master, you have received a new message."

A notification popped up from his smartwatch, Xiao Hei.

Jiang Yuan looked down and saw that it was a message from the Weaver, Aivig.

He clicked to open it.

It was a voice message.

"Kid, the item you wanted has been forged. Come pick it up when you have time. I'm exhausted; I'm going to get some proper sleep!"

So fast?

Jiang Yuan was taken aback.

It had only been one night.

It was much faster than he had expected.

Perhaps it was related to the rare divine irons he had provided... "The evolved Fire Dragon Claw should be able to withstand the power of the Emperor Flame now..."

Jiang Yuan looked forward to it.

"The winner is about to be decided."

Oleg's solemn voice came from beside him.

He was staring intently at the arena.

Jiang Yuan looked up. A round-of-16 individual elimination match was taking place on the distant National Destiny Battlefield. The battles on all eight fields were exceptionally fierce, and every participant was a top-tier Prodigy from a powerful nation.

Oleg was focused on the battlefield between the white-haired boy from the Fairy Inn, who was an assassin, and the Japan's remaining ace player, Ryuji.

"Ha!"

The white-haired boy at the Peak of the Sixth Rank brought out his trump card, discarding his reason and allowing himself to be completely swallowed by his beastly instincts in exchange for an all-around surge in attributes.

His strength and speed reached their limits, becoming so fast that many Grandmasters found it difficult to see him clearly.

Wherever he passed, the ground shattered like cracking ice.

A single wisp of the whipped-up gale could shred any Martial Artist below the Sixth Rank.

His opponent, Ryuji from the Japan, was no pushover either. He fully unleashed his combat power for the first time, performing his own Martial Skill.

"Shura Blade: Death Whisper Play!"

With one slash, the entire battlefield was covered by spectral shadows of the deceased, each as large as a house.

"It's the Kitahara family's ultimate technique."

"I heard those phantoms are the souls of those who died by his blade in the past. They can simultaneously inflict damage to both the body and the spirit."

"Truly impressive. To be able to practice this Martial Skill to such a level at such a young age."

"I've heard that this Martial Skill can only truly unleash its power when paired with that legendary demon blade."

"The demon blade?"

"Yes, the Demon Blade - Futsu-no-Mitama."

Kitahara Ruri couldn't help but glance at Jiang Yuan and the long blade at his waist again, her eyes filled with resentment.

After shattering hundreds of undead in an instant, the white-haired boy finally ran out of strength and was swallowed by the black river of souls.