Chapter 1700 - 1700: Open and Hidden Strife

Snow Mountain Altar!

The one thing King Zhuanlun does every day is come here to meditate.

Besides that, like a kind of worship, he performs a ritual in front of the biggest statue, which is his mandatory routine.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps ascended the ice steps.

King Zhuanlun didn't need to look back to know who was coming, but he remained silent.

"Greetings, King Zhuanlun!"

The Vice Hall Master Basel of the Killing God Temple respectfully saluted King Zhuanlun.

King Zhuanlun opened his cloudy old eyes but still didn't speak. He just casually brushed off a bit of accumulated snow from the massive statue and held it in his hand.

This simple and unadorned gesture alone made Basel feel tremendous pressure!

He braced himself and stepped forward: "King Zhuanlun, it's now confirmed that the five from the Killing God Temple we sent out have also failed! Not only did they not find the Ice Woman, dealing with the culprit who dared to destroy the Netherworld Hall, but also four are lost and one is missing…"

King Zhuanlun's hand trembled, and in the next moment, the tiny bit of snow was crushed into powder between his fingers!

"Basel, think carefully, how many years has it been since the Eighteen Hells faced such repeated failures?" He replied nonchalantly.

Basel was momentarily stunned: "I don't remember! But in my memory, there's never been a situation of consecutive failure…"

"So, do you understand my anger now?"

King Zhuanlun suddenly turned, speaking coldly: "Eighteen Hells is renowned worldwide, and I am among its significant figures, yet it is during my tenure that such disgraceful events keep occurring. How can I explain this to the other Lords or Lord Ksitigarbha?"

Basel immediately lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"Just now, those two guys, King Dushi and King Pingdeng, sent messages asking what's going on here at the Main Hall—they've already caught wind of what's happening!"

King Zhuanlun continued fiercely: "Those two guys don't get along with me, they're waiting to see me embarrassed, and now you're making me look bad?"

"King Zhuanlun, I understand now!"

Basel immediately assured: "Don't worry, this time I will personally take action and lead the elite inside hall, personally make a trip to China, and ensure the task is completed!"

King Zhuanlun squinted his eyes, snorted coldly: "It should have been so long ago! You should also tell Augustus not to act clever—compared to the Eighteen Hells, the honor and disgrace of your Killing God Temple are nothing, go quickly!"

"Understood!"

Basel nodded heavily, then promptly descended the altar and quickly returned to the exclusive Ice Cold Hall of the Killing God Temple.

At this time, the hall master dressed in golden armor, whom King Zhuanlun referred to as Augustus, still stood in the hall with his hands behind his back.

"Basel is back!"

The other Vice Hall Master saw Basel enter and spoke to Augustus.

Augustus quickly turned his head and immediately saw Basel approaching with a stern expression.

"What did King Zhuanlun say?"

"He's put us under tremendous pressure; we must resolve this matter promptly, and there can be no further mistakes!"

Basel said in a deep voice: "I've also assured him I would personally step in, lest any issues arise in the future and he blames our Killing God Temple."

"Hmph, mere junk from China, yet it warrants the personal intervention of a Vice Hall Master from our Killing God Temple—it's truly flattering him!"

Augustus expressed extreme dissatisfaction.

"There's no choice; even the other Lords know about this now, and we absolutely cannot make errors again. I'll personally make a trip. I've heard that China is a mighty nation, but I've never been there. This trip might add some prestige to my record," Basel sneered.

Augustus squinted his eyes: "You can go but must return quickly; your status is exceptional, and don't let those lurking veterans in China target you."

"Understood!"

Basel nodded: "I will personally intervene—hopefully, I can guarantee the task is completed. It's time to bring this matter to an end!"

At the same time, in the Capital City.

On the national road leading from the Capital City to Jiangdong, the forces of the Xiong Family, the Che Family, and the Rong Family finally consolidated, ready to set off together.

In the past few days, these three families have mobilized all core forces, and even the Family Heads—Xiong Yixiao, Che Qiangzhan, and Rong Xingpu—personally joined in.

Everyone hopes their performance will make Ying Zheng look upon them favorably.

Moreover, they have also learned that they are about to deal with the former abandoned child of the Jiang Family and dare not be careless; if they strike, they must eradicate all potential future troubles!

"Brother Xiong, Brother Che, the troops are almost assembled; shall we set off?"

After the three families consolidated their forces, Rong Xingpu stepped down from his special car, specifically approached Xiong Yixiao, and asked with a slight hint of deference.

"Yes, let's go!"

Xiong Yixiao, holding the highest status among the three Family Heads, said it could be that if it weren't for this joint operation, they might not have seen each other for many years—a rare alliance.

"Brother Xiong, your Xiong Family has prepared for this mission the longest; may I ask how many experts you brought this time?" Rong Xingpu asked with a laugh.

This, in fact, was his real purpose for coming over.

These three families, unlike their offspring, are not sworn brothers, so their competitive relationship is extremely intense.

Whoever kills Jiang Feng amidst this will gain first honors, becoming an opportunity to reshuffle relations among them—getting a sense of reality is necessary.

"No need for you to ask how many I brought; haven't you and Brother Che been busy too?" Xiong Yixiao chuckled, "We're all family, no need to care that much, let's set off!"

"Alright."

Rong Xingpu forced a smile and nodded, turned to his grandson and said: "Issue the order to set out!"

"Yes!"

Rong Jingfeng waved his hand and then loudly ordered the three families' forces behind them: "Set off!!!"

Then, grandfather and grandson returned to their car, leading the team, heading towards Jiang Feng's long-discovered base in Jiangdong.

"That old guy Xiong Yixiao is always two-faced, dealing without sincerity, hiding secrets even when working together on a mission."

Rong Xingpu snorted coldly, speaking faintly.

"Isn't this actually good? The Xiong Family is the main force this time; our other two families can just play a supporting role without exerting too much effort and still get the job done," Rong Jingfeng questioned with a lack of understanding.

"What do you know!"

Rong Xingpu retorted disdainfully: "I just got the news last night—the next election in China is starting early! The Ying Family seems to be affected by these disturbances, fearing changes in the situation, hence planning to make Ying Zheng ascend the throne early!"

"Whoever can help the Ying Family eliminate hazards at this crucial moment will essentially become a revered subject in the future—so don't consider this merely as killing one person."

"If necessary, even if it means turning against the other two families, we must seize this merit!"