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Chapter 683: Spreading Rumors!

Chapter 683: Chapter 683: Spreading Rumors!

The news that Tang Zhong had slaughtered more than half of the martial artists from Bei Country had already spread rapidly.

In Xuan Country, many people were aware of this event, the community of martial artists applauded in approval for Tang Zhong’s actions, which were nothing short of a miracle—defeating the entire Bei Country with the power of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

In Dragon Group, Zhang Changgong felt even greater pride, since Tang Zhong was one of his people. Previously, there were many in Dragon Group who doubted Tang Zhong. After this incident, those who had expressed skepticism had now all shut their mouths, not uttering a single word.

Because Tang Zhong was truly too strong.

Of course, while Zhang Changgong was pleased, he couldn’t celebrate too soon, for Tang Zhong was still in Bei Country. As long as he hadn’t returned to Xuan Country, there was danger, allowing no room for relaxation.

Upon learning that Tang Zhong was still alive, Peng Yuan waved his hand in delight, then ordered, at any cost, to bring Tang Zhong back safely.

Therefore, at that time, many martial artists from the Dragon Group had already set off for Bei Country.

Their mission was simple: to bring back Tang Zhong safely and unharmed.

Meanwhile, in Bei Country.

Beneath the Winter Capital’s Sky Tree, the previous battle had nearly reduced the place to ruins, yet there were still parts that remained intact.

Tang Zhong sat on a stool with the Tang Sword leaning beside him, squinting his eyes at that moment, enjoying the sunlight from above.

Vermilion Bird stood nearby, looking very anxious. As one of the four protectors in Dragon Group, she had never seen anyone like him. He had brought destruction to Bei Country and yet had the audacity to stand here so calmly—how grandiose his courage must be.

"You... should leave!" Vermilion Bird said. In her many years of swift actions like Lei Lingfeng, she had never been so hesitant as she was now.

"No need. Since it’s arranged for those people to come here to pay me, if we leave, wouldn’t that mean losing the money!" Tang Zhong said.

Upon hearing this, Vermilion Bird was so angry that she clenched her teeth. What was this time for? Still thinking about money? Does this guy not worry about his safety at all?

If Bei Country truly became enraged and employed forces it shouldn’t employ, then it would be a real disaster.

Even the strongest martial artist, when confronted with military might, would ultimately stand no chance alone.

"You’re still thinking about money. First secure your life, then talk about money. If you want money, go back to Xuan Country, they can pay you a salary. This is Bei Country. Apart from me, no one from Xuan Country can help you!" Vermilion Bird said hastily.

"I’ve never needed anyone’s help!" Tang Zhong chuckled.

"You... are so obstinate!" Vermilion Bird was so frustrated she genuinely wanted to tear Tang Zhong apart. If it had been someone else, Vermilion Bird might have already left, but this person had been personally tasked by Peng Yuan—she didn’t dare to make a decision on her own.

Tang Zhong continued to squint his eyes.

"You really are blockheaded!" Vermilion Bird exclaimed in agitation.

Then, she took out her phone. Tang Zhong might not worry about the surrounding situation, but she, Vermilion Bird, had to.

She unlocked her phone and switched to Bei Country’s network to check the news.

And she saw that top news portals in Bei Country were reporting some unfavorable news.

Although it was in Japanese, Vermilion Bird could understand it.

They were all reporting on what happened on top of the Winter Capital’s Sky Tree.

But the content had changed.

"Shameless people of Xuan Country, the killers of our compatriots in Bei Country, will meet their undeniable death!"

"We must slaughter that person!"

All the reports depicted negative news.

The articles described Xuan Country people as disregardful of Bei Country people’s lives. They wrote of how Xuan Country people would kill on a mere whim, describing them as extremely terrifying.

Beneath these news articles, the comments were filled with abusive language.

"Those damned Xuan Country people should be wiped out!"

"Leader, we absolutely cannot let such people go unpunished!"

"Yes!"

"Bastard!"

Vermilion Bird’s complexion turned ugly; she was about to take action, as the situation became increasingly troublesome. Pulling out her phone, she wanted to confirm the location of their reinforcements. She now had to report back the situation here, making sure more people knew, only then would they possibly survive!

She no longer had any expectations of Tang Zhong managing to do anything!

At that moment, from afar, several figures were seen approaching on air, with their white clothing fluttering.

Vermilion Bird focused her gaze and knew reinforcements had arrived.

She saw Meng Wuxiang leading several members from the Master List coming to their aid in the distance.

Xiang Kunlun was among them; Meng Wuxiang and his group were there following orders, whereas Xiang Kunlun came voluntarily because Tang Zhong had killed Long Aojue, avenging him. Xiang was a man who always returned favors. He owed Tang Zhong a great debt of gratitude, so when he heard Tang was in trouble, he immediately came.

"Protector Vermilion Bird!" When Meng Wuxiang arrived, he greeted her respectfully.

Within the Dragon Group, the Four Protectors were quite renowned.

Vermilion Bird nodded.

Then, Meng Wuxiang looked at Tang Zhong with admiration flaming in his eyes. Although he always held a bias against Bei Country, he never dared to act against it. Yet, Tang had accomplished just that.

Immediately after, Meng Wuxiang said with due respect, "Grandmaster Tang!"

Facing Tang Zhong, Meng Wuxiang felt genuine admiration. The opponent was indeed too strong.

"Hmm," responded Tang Zhong, lifting his head slightly to acknowledge Meng Wuxiang.

"Please, Grandmaster Tang, provide us with instructions for our subsequent actions!" Meng Wuxiang requested respectfully once more.

When arriving, his master Zhang Changgong had repeatedly instructed that, should they encounter Tang Zhong, their team’s authority would be entirely commanded by Tang.

"Wait!" said Tang Zhong.

"Wait for what?" Meng Wuxiang was taken aback for a moment before asking.

"Wait for people to come!" Tang Zhong replied.

Meng Wuxiang did not ask any further questions.

Meanwhile, at the highest administrative center in Bei Country.

The military officer once again stood before the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister held a newspaper in his hand, which contained information about Tang Zhong. After reading it carefully, he was quite pleased.

"This piece of slander is well done! By the way, how has the public responded?" he inquired.

"We spread rumors that a Martial Arts Grandmaster from Xuan Country has been killing people indiscriminately in Bei Country, and many believe it. While it’s true that Grandmasters aren’t subject to law for killing, the public outcry has been explosive, demanding we capture Tang Zhong from Xuan Country and execute him publicly!" the military officer promptly reported.

"Then we should respect the people’s wishes and prepare for the execution!" the Prime Minister said with a smile.

He was itching to kill Tang Zhong, as Tang had slain so many of their citizens. As the Prime Minister, he couldn’t possibly let this Grandmaster kill and then leave without any consequences. No matter the cost, Tang must be killed.

"Sir, all departments are now ready. When should we act?" the military officer inquired.

"Anytime is fine. Give the order, let them mobilize!" the Prime Minister replied with a smile.

"Yes!"

The military officer turned and left.

The Prime Minister, watching the door close, a cold smile appeared on his face. One might say that a Martial Arts Grandmaster is formidable and fears no bullets, but what about a sniper? What about a tank? What about a helicopter? What about rockets? What about all sorts of advanced military weapons?

Before these powerful martial artists stood as mere clumps of dirt, easily dissolved in the face of such weaponry!