I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 751 - 534: Revenge and the Three-Dimensional Urban Network
Rift Soul Ice Valley
Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was heavy to the extreme.
“Military Lord, that’s how it happened.”
The man in black stood trembling, recounting everything that happened in the satellite city in detail, without missing any detail.
Inzaghi Luoho sat upright in the main seat, his eyes fixed on the unconscious Li Jingzhong on the ground, his eyes flickering.
His plan could be considered a success if one looked at it one way, and a failure if one looked at it another way.
The success was that he incited a conflict between Qin Tian and Unol through Li Jingzhong, creating a deadly enmity between them.
The failure was Qin Tian’s acute perception, who instantly unraveled the facades he orchestrated behind the scenes.
With the kind of pride ingrained in the bones of the Beastman Royal Family, Unol probably despised him to the extreme at this moment.
However, this hatred meant little to him.
What about the Beastman Royal Family?
He, Inzaghi Luoho, was also a direct lineage of the Luoho Clan, a Tier Seven Asura of Holy Blood!
In terms of identity and status, he was on equal footing with Unol.
And this was Mingwang Planet, his territory.
No matter how much Unol hated him, what could he do in this place?
What truly weighed on his mind was the confrontation between Qin Tian and Unol.
According to the detailed report from his subordinates, Qin Tian effortlessly defeated Unol.
After a few probing moves, he finally incapacitated Unol with a single strike, rendering him completely helpless.
Inzaghi had a decent understanding of Unol’s strength; although not equal to his own, Unol, as a direct lineage of the Eternal Ice Silkworm Clan, had formidable bloodline talent and combat strength that couldn’t be underestimated.
If it were him, even if he could win, he couldn’t guarantee to overpower Unol in such a short time without giving him a chance to retaliate.
Could it be… Qin Tian’s strength truly surpasses mine?
His fingertip unconsciously tightened around the armrest, his mind unsteady.
Who was he?
A direct descendant of the Luoho Clan, an awakened Tier Seven Holy Blood Asura!
Since his debut, his opponents had always been Holy Blood lineages of the same level, and those so-called “geniuses” without Holy Blood were mere jesters in his eyes, unworthy of his attention.
Yet now, reality slapped him hard across the face.
Whether it was the crushing display of combat prowess from Qin Tian as reported by his subordinates or the astonishing feats Qin Tian accomplished at the Ice God’s relic, overshadowing all Holy Blood, all proved that the “grassroot,” whom he had always scorned, whom he saw as Lin Xuanqing’s lackey—Qin Tian—had real strength that already surpassed his own.
Setting aside the issue of strength, Qin Tian now held a crucial position in the grand development project on Mingwang Planet, and the attention from the Empire’s leaders granted Qin Tian a layer of invincibility. At this moment, even if he wanted to do something against Qin Tian, his clan wouldn’t support him.
He couldn’t outmatch him in a fight, nor could his clan offer any assistance.
At this thought, an unspeakable grievance and unwillingness, like a poisonous vine, entangled his heart, making his aura even more chilling, as if it caused the entire mansion’s temperature to drop a few degrees.
And across from him, several people hung their heads even lower, not daring to breathe heavily.
After a long while
Inzaghi Luoho spoke hoarsely, “Take him away, don’t let him die.”
“Yes!”
At the words, several people, as if granted amnesty, immediately took the still-unconscious Li Jingzhong out of the room.
After they left, Inzaghi Luoho stood up, his gaze piercing through the window, looking toward the direction of the Ice Extreme Pass, his tone icy and biting:
“Qin Tian, don’t be complacent. No matter how glorious you are now, it’s only temporary. Once this phase is over, I will make you understand that the Holy Blood Clan—cannot be insulted.”
……
The massive snowflakes danced wildly in the sky, and the biting cold wind howled across the frozen ground like countless ice blades.
In the center of the ice field, a few imposing Beastman figures stood silently, their shoulders covered in thick snow, staring at the central ice-blue cocoon.
This cocoon was about the height of two people, its surface flowing with a faint phosphorescence, fine ice patterns slowly gliding on the cocoon wall, breathing as if it were alive, waxing and waning.
With each expansion, it drew in the wind and snow, and the cold air madly converged into white visible streams, greedily absorbed by the cocoon; with each contraction, the cocoon wall’s luster intensified, and the ice patterns became even clearer.
Time slowly passed in the howling of the wind and snow. A few hours later, the pulsation of the ice-blue cocoon gradually slowed.
“Crack—”
A crisp cracking sound shattered the silence of the wilderness.
The top of the cocoon slowly split a fine crack, followed by more cracks spreading like a spider web throughout the cocoon wall.
As the cracks expanded, the cocoon wall stopped absorbing the wind and snow and instead began to emit dense cold air, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.
The ice-blue silk that made up the cocoon, seeming to have its own consciousness, began to rapidly contract and retreat, flowing back along the cracks like a tide to the center of the cocoon.
As the silk flowed, the cocoon wall gradually became transparent and thin until it completely vanished, leaving a tall figure standing in place.
Unol slowly opened his eyes.
From those ice-blue pupils suddenly shot a cold light, his aura steady, with no trace of his previous embarrassment and weakness.
He looked down at his chest, where the deep cut that had reached the bone had long disappeared without a trace, his skin smooth as new, even faintly shimmering.
Unol slowly stood up, and seeing this, the Beastman guards nearby quickly gathered around, asking with concern:
