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"End of the world?" Old Zhou sneered, feeling that Old Wu was perhaps being a bit mystical, "Heh! Isn’t that just stuff made up by ordinary people when they’re bored, or those usual tricks by con artists? Some Mayan prophecy, alien invasion, it’s the same old story they stir up every few years. You believe that too?"

"No! It’s not those elusive doomsday prophecies from ordinary circles!" Old Wu interrupted him abruptly, "I’m talking about... the Life Ghosts, they... they might truly descend this time, it’s not just minor space fluctuations, it’s a full-scale invasion."

The disinterest on Old Zhou’s face instantly froze, instinctively wanting to refute, "Impossible. For so many years, the Life Ghosts have been troublesome, but have always been suppressed within...."

"It’s real this time!" Old Wu cut him off decisively, his gaze carrying an undeniable weight, "The intel’s circulating within our Extraordinary Circle! The sources are incredibly reliable! The higher-ups are just holding back the information for now, it hasn’t fully spread to the ordinary people yet."

Old Zhou’s heart wavered with the sudden news, swallowing hard as his throat went dry, "This... what does this have to do with Fang Qingyu... and the Thunder God? Why are you so excited?" He still couldn’t fully process the abrupt information.

"The great era is coming, and Heaven is about to overturn!"

Old Wu’s eyes turned fervent and resolute, shaking Old Zhou’s shoulders firmly, "Old Zhou, do you think we Tier Three Martial Saints can just mind our own business? That hiding in this so-called Lawless Land of the City of Injustice can exempt us from this calamity sweeping the Human Race?!"

Old Zhou opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

"Impossible." Old Wu answered his own question, his tone absolute, "Without the skin, what can the hair adhere to? No matter how special the City of Injustice is, it’s established in this world. Once the Destiny Ghost Army truly descends, this place will sooner or later become Purgatory."

He took a deep breath: "The great era arrives, and chaos ensues, but as long as the Human Race persists, someone will rise up."

"Twenty, thirty years ago, I thought that person would be Chen Wudi. I was even ready to join him, but then he disappeared without a trace!"

"At the Arctic Front, Fang Qingyu burst onto the scene! With an invincible presence sweeping across the ice plains, I saw hope then, and I wanted to find him, but he also vanished suddenly."

"Old Zhou." He suddenly grabbed his companion’s arm, with a grip so strong it hurt Old Zhou, "Now Fang Qingyu is here."

"Brother." Old Wu stared hard into Old Zhou’s eyes, "Together?!"

Old Zhou was completely dumbfounded by the torrent of information and the nearly insane resolve in his companion’s eyes.

The amount of information was overwhelming.

Hard to digest in such a short time.

"Wait... wait for me! Brother!!"

As Old Wu turned to stride away.

Old Zhou finally snapped out of his shock, instinctively shouted, and hurriedly chased after him.

...

The city center hotel, penthouse suite living room.

Chu Kuanglan sunk into the soft leather sofa, grabbed the kettle on the coffee table, bypassed the cup, and gulped directly from the spout. He then wiped his mouth satisfactorily and looked around with a bit of listlessness:

"Phew—! So boring! This Tier Three competition is even less interesting than Tier Two! You two go up there and it’s instant win, instant win, instant win. The opponents either concede or get defeated instantly, there’s no suspense at all! I’m almost falling asleep watching it!"

Wei Banmeng elegantly sat on a single armchair, shot him an annoyed glance upon hearing this, "You think everyone likes fighting head-on until they vomit blood like you? What’s wrong with advancing easily?"

Lu Jiuyuan said calmly, "Efficiency is paramount. Conserve strength early to observe potential opponents, a correct strategy."

Su Wanqing sat quietly on the side.

Watching Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei with gentle eyes.

Fang Qingyu had just taken off the Thunder Pattern Mask, placing it casually on the coffee table, smiled without saying anything.

Jiang Wei also removed the Pure White Mask, revealing her stunningly cold face and fiery red hair like flowing flame, sitting quietly beside Fang Qingyu.

At this moment.

Knock, knock, knock.

The clear and steady knocking sound was heard.

An air of ease in the living room instantly grew tense.

The laziness on Chu Kuanglan’s face vanished as he looked at the door.

Wei Banmeng, Lu Jiuyuan, and Su Wanqing also grew vigilant at the same time.

Who could it be knocking at this time?

Hotel service? Unlikely.

People from other factions?

After the Thunder God and Bail Huo demonstrated such terrifying strength, who would dare to approach...

Either fools, or...

Fang Qingyu remained calm, nodded slightly at Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei stood up, walked quietly to the door, and looked through the peephole.

Two people stood outside.

Auras steady and reserved, both were unmistakably Tier Three Martial Saints.

One had a sharp and tough face, eyes eagle-like, aura in Late Stage Tier Three.

The other looked honest, aura slightly weaker but still a solid Mid Stage Tier Three.

Jiang Wei’s clear red eyes looked back at Fang Qingyu, nodding slightly.

Fang Qingyu stood up, walked to the door, and opened it personally.

Outside the door.

Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen saw Fang Qingyu opening the door.

Along with the several gazes cast from behind him in the living room, both felt a chill run through them.

Leading, Wu Feng took a deep breath to suppress the excitement and a hint of nervousness within him, stepped forward, cupping his fist respectfully before Fang Qingyu, his voice steady and strong, with a Martial Artist’s inherent frankness:

"Thunder God, apologize for the intrusion! I am Wu Feng, Late Stage Tier Three Martial Saint."

He gestured to his companion beside him, "This is my brother, Zhou Zhen, Mid Stage Tier Three Martial Saint."

He paused, his gaze frank yet carrying an indescribable fervor, meeting Fang Qingyu’s eyes, and asked directly:

"We two brothers have come today to ask..."

Wu Feng’s voice was clear and firm, resonating in the hallway:

"I wonder if you, sir, would allow us to join your team?"

As he spoke, surprised expressions appeared on the faces of Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and the others in the living room.

Coming to join willingly?

And two Tier Three Martial Saints at that?

After witnessing Qingzi’s ruthless methods?

The boldness and determination are indeed impressive.

Fang Qingyu observed Wu Feng’s sincere eyes and the equally resolute gaze of Zhou Zhen despite his tension.

His expression turned somewhat peculiar...

Why would anyone want to join them proactively??

Now everyone in the industry knows they just took down a group from the Lingxiao Association.

So Fang Qingyu didn’t answer immediately.

Wu Feng noticed this, leaned slightly forward, and muttered three words in a volume only audible to those at the door:

"Captain Fang."

These words fell like a stone into a calm lake.

Fang Qingyu’s eyes changed instantly.

Looks like these are people who know about his identity.

He calmly stepped aside and said, "Come in and talk."