Jiangdong Province.
The Zhou family, in the Grand Auditorium of Rising Sun, as before.
This place has been transformed into the venue for the current Ancient Martial Arts Assembly.
At this moment.
It is already bustling with voices, and every seat is occupied.
After all, this involves the strategic planning of Jiangdong Province for the next decade.
Therefore.
Forces large and small, and the powerful and influential, almost all have come, many of them uninvited.
Zhou Batian had specifically instructed Zhou Yingxiong to relax the conditions, not to bar them at the threshold.
Because he intended to dominate the world and awe the masses!
This was the effect he desired.
"Since various forces have arrived, let us begin."
Zhou Batian sat imposingly in the main seat, surveying the surroundings. No one dared to meet his gaze.
The battle was imminent.
The elevated platform was divided into several areas.
Among them, the three major ancient martial arts families divided ninety percent of the resources.
The remaining numerous minor forces would jointly divide the remaining ten percent, which was also Zhou Batian's intention.
One had to leave some soup for others to drink.
In the corner.
Long Qinglian and Ji Xueyun were present.
Behind them stood the elites of their respective factions.
As soon as the battle commenced, the elites rushed onto the elevated platform to compete for resource allocation for their own factions.
But the expressions of the two were not good.
Because.
Bai Zihe had not yet returned.
According to what Bai Zihe had said before, he would definitely return before the Ancient Martial Arts Assembly.
But now...
A cloud of gloom hung over the two, and over everyone in their respective factions.
Without Bai Zihe, they lacked a guiding force.
They...
Would find it difficult to contend with Zhou Batian.
"Marshal Ji, I wonder if Master is currently..."
Long Qinglian had tried to contact Bai Zihe, but his phone was turned off, and she couldn't reach him.
Ji Xueyun's face darkened: "Fifth Martial Sister said he set off from there last night and was traveling by internal express car."
Long Qinglian had a bad premonition: "Then Master, he..."
"Let's wait a little longer."
"Perhaps he will arrive soon."
Ji Xueyun's worries were even greater than hers.
Long Qinglian merely regarded Bai Zihe as a pillar of support.
But she was Bai Zihe's senior martial sister.
The bond between senior and junior martial siblings was higher than the heavens and vaster than the earth!
"Hehehehe..."
At this moment, a sinister laugh echoed in their ears, sending chills down their spines and making their bones tremble. It was Zhou Batian.
His gaze fell upon the two, his eyes flashing with playful light. He spoke in a sarcastic tone, "I'm afraid..."
"That little brat Bai Zihe, upon hearing of my might, has already peed his pants and will not return."
"Hahahaha——"
"Impossible!"
Ji Xueyun's face was covered in frost, but her tone was undeniably firm: "Little Martial Brother said he would come, and he will definitely come!"
"Even if it's across a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers, even if it's through a thousand difficulties and ten thousand hardships!"
She spoke with absolute conviction.
The people behind her, including Long Qinglian, looked slightly relieved.
"Heh..."
Zhou Batian scoffed dismissively.
His face was filled with a cold, disdainful smile: "Then where is he now?"
"Currently..."
Zhou Batian pointed to the arena. There, the people from the Long family and Ji Xueyun's War God Camp had all fallen.
"Your Long family and War God Camp are almost entirely defeated, yet where is he?"
"Hehehehe..."
As he spoke, Zhou Batian laughed again.
Ji Xueyun was immediately rendered speechless, with nothing to refute.
"That's enough."
Zhou Batian certainly would not let Bai Zihe off the hook.
But now, with the Ancient Martial Arts Assembly having progressed to this point, the resources must be allocated first.
For him...
There would be ample time to deal with a fugitive like Bai Zihe.
"Don't waste any more time. You two should concede now."
"The resource allocation for this Ancient Martial Arts Assembly has nothing to do with you anymore."
"Of course, you have another path you can take..."
As he spoke.
Zhou Batian's face was filled with amusement.
He looked at the two, a strange gleam in his eyes.
Long Qinglian and Ji Xueyun's faces were cold, knowing that Zhou Batian would not say anything good. Neither of them responded.
"That is..."
"Submit to me, and become my servants. I might consider taking you in."
"And I will leave a little bit of soup for your factions to drink."
"After all, I am still merciful!"
Zhou Batian was extremely arrogant.
Before his words had even finished.
Ji Xueyun's voice, a mixture of coldness and anger, suddenly came: "This is absolutely impossible!"
"You old rascal, give up on this idea!"
Zhou Batian remained unconcerned.
He smiled faintly, but with an immeasurable coldness: "Since you refuse to submit, and your fighters on the field have all fallen, then I can only announce the results."
Long Qinglian snorted: "Who says all our people have fallen?"
Immediately.
Long Qinglian stood up and walked towards the elevated platform.
As she walked, she said resolutely: "Even if my Long family fights to the last person, we will never beg for life on our knees!"
Their movements.
Had already attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.
Even.
At Zhou Batian's signal.
The combat areas in other parts of the elevated platform were cleared.
He wanted to, in front of everyone, thoroughly torment Long Qinglian and Ji Xueyun, and also kill the chicken to warn the monkeys, thereby establishing the Zhou family's dominant position!
"I, Long Qinglian, represent the Long family to fight!"
Long Qinglian stared at the experts from the Zhou and Xu families, and said in a deep voice.