APTnovel Chapter 151 Noble Families Cannot Be Humiliated
Chapter 151 Noble Families Cannot Be Humiliated
"exist."
A voice came from the shadows to the side.
The man was dressed in a black outfit, with a narrow-bladed longsword hanging at his waist, and his face was mostly covered by a hood.
He is the deputy captain of the Wang family's secret guard, a peak seventh-level martial artist.
"Order the secret guards to send a small team to Shanhe Prefecture to investigate this matter."
"Yes."
"Make Shanhe Prefecture hand over the murderer who killed the Silver Star Envoy. They can't escape responsibility."
The old man's fingers gently moved the prayer beads.
"Furthermore, monitor the handover of the enclave by Shanhe Prefecture. The central decision has been made. Anyone who obstructs or disobeys will be executed without mercy!"
The old man's tone remained calm and unhurried, even carrying a hint of nonchalance.
The fate of tens of millions in Shanhe Prefecture was decided by him so casually.
He certainly has the ability to do so.
He is the King, a half-step into the ninth level of invincible realm.
Currently the first person in the Great Xia territory.
With a single order from him, Shanhe Prefecture had no choice but to obediently hand over the people.
With a single word from him, Shanhe Prefecture would have to hand over the land it had conquered.
In the midst of laughter and conversation, the enemy's ships and towers were reduced to ashes.
In the midst of laughter and conversation, he decided the fate of Shanhe Prefecture.
Because he is the sky of the Great Xia Dynasty!
Undeniably, it is heaven!
The old man leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and slowly turned the prayer beads in his hand.
A condescending smile played on his lips.
Shanhe Prefecture has no Martial God.
Where there is no God of War, it's like meat on a chopping board; he can cut it however he wants.
Just then, a slight flapping sound came from the window.
The old man's eyes suddenly opened.
A small, silvery-white bird squeezed in through a crack in the window.
It flapped its wings twice and landed on the old man's desk, its black bean-like eyes staring at him.
This is the Wang family's secret transmission channel, used only to transmit the highest-level urgent reports.
This bird is a kind of mythical beast, extremely fast and with great endurance, capable of flying back from thousands of miles away in a single night.
And it only recognizes the aura of the royal family's king.
The old man reached out and removed the bamboo tube from the bird's leg, pouring out a roll of paper as thin as a cicada's wing.
The note contained only one sentence.
"The advance team of the Machine Race was completely wiped out for unknown reasons, but it is suspected that they were killed by a Martial God."
The old man's eyes widened in disbelief.
His fingers tightened slightly.
The note turned to ashes between his fingers and vanished instantly.
His smile froze.
Thirty thousand elite mechanical warriors, five main combat ships, and one flagship.
Silver Moon is even a half-step Martial God.
With such a lineup, even if he personally took charge, it would take him quite a bit of effort.
They were all wiped out!
What kind of expert can do that?
"A martial god? Where did this martial god come from?" the old man muttered to himself, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
The first person he thought of was Zhao Gongming.
The Lord of Shanhe Prefecture, a mid-stage seventh-order cultivator, has been stuck at that level for over a decade.
If he breaks through to the Martial God realm at this critical juncture, it could be somewhat explained.
But he was well aware of Zhao Gongming's limited resources.
It is absolutely impossible to break through to the Martial God level now.
"No, impossible." The old man shook his head, denying his own guess.
"Could it be that that idiot Silver Moon passed through the territory of the strange beasts and offended some old monster?" The old man continued to speculate, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
There are indeed beings of beast god level deep in the southern mountains, who have lived for countless millennia.
There are several people he doesn't want to provoke easily.
If the Silver Moon's fleet flew over them, it would anger one of them.
It's not impossible for him to be slapped to death.
However, the Machine Race's fleet came to take over the enclave.
Even if Silver Moon were incredibly stupid, she wouldn't be stupid enough to fly over the lair of the alien beasts.
The old man was completely baffled.
Just then!
The communicator in the corner of the desk suddenly lit up.
A blue light screen was projected from the communicator, forming a three-dimensional image in the air.
It was a mechanical creature, tall and with a silver-white metal shell.
Martial God Realm, the Martial God of the Silver Moon Clan.
"Your Majesty." The voice of the mechanical warrior god was icy, getting straight to the point.
"My mechanical race's advance team sent to Shanhe Prefecture was completely wiped out. I want to know, why?"
The old man frowned slightly.
He disliked the tone of the mechanical warrior god.
But this happened in the heart of the human realm.
"I deeply regret the annihilation of the noble vanguard. But this matter has nothing to do with my human race. I can vouch for the honor of the royal family; it was not done by my human warrior god."
"Not your human race's War God?" The mechanical race's War God's tone was clearly questioning.
"Of the eight prefectures of Great Xia, apart from the two martial gods of the aristocratic alliance, and the two martial gods of the military and the Night Watchmen, all the other martial gods are on the battlefield outside the domain," the old man continued.
"I can confirm that these martial gods have never left the capital. And there are no other martial gods in Great Xia!"
"Unless it's that person from the Taoist academy!"
The mechanical warrior god slowed down, pondering whether it was indeed that person.
The one at the Taoist temple has lived for countless years.
No one knows whether that person's strength is at the peak of the eighth-level Martial Emperor or half-step into the ninth level.
That person only stayed in the Taoist temple and never participated in politics.
No one had any reason to attack the Machine Race's advance team.
He wouldn't act like that, nor would he be so bored!
"The advance team was wiped out in one move," the mechanical warrior said slowly, his tone tinged with resentment.
"Silver Moon's flagship is one of the most advanced warships of the Mechanical Race. Its energy shield can withstand a full-force attack from a peak Martial God."
"Anyone capable of piercing through the shield and destroying the entire warship in one strike must be at least a late-stage Martial God realm expert."
"I have already dispatched an investigation team to Shanhe Prefecture to investigate this matter." The voice of the Mechanical God of War carried an undeniable firmness.
"I hope the Wang family can also send a Martial God to assist in the investigation. Shanhe Prefecture is your human territory, so it's easier for your Martial God to act than for us."
The old man fell silent. Shanhe Prefecture was the easy target he had chosen.
It is a bargaining chip used to trade with the Machine Race.
Now, a mysterious martial god has appeared in the Shanhe Prefecture.
He must investigate this thoroughly.
"Alright." The old man nodded. "I will send my personal guard captain. He's at the peak of the seventh rank, a half-step Martial God. Have him meet with your investigation team in Jiangcheng."
The Mechanical God of War agreed.
The communication was disconnected, and the light curtain disappeared.
Silence returned to the council chamber.
The old man leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples, his composed expression vanishing.
Of the eight prefectures of the Great Xia Dynasty, the other seven prefectures are each guarded by a Martial God. Although those Martial Gods are all on the battlefields outside the domain, those are, after all, the homelands of the Martial Gods.
He dared not go too far.
He could only target the weakest prefecture, Shanhe Prefecture.
I chose an easy target that doesn't have a martial god.
As a result, the advance team of the Mech Race was completely wiped out, and none of the 30,000 troops returned.
Silver Moon died, and Silver Star died too.
They didn't even get their hands on that enclave, and were instead outmaneuvered.
He was puzzled.
"Whoever it is," the old man opened his eyes, his gaze cold.
"We must find out the truth. Surely it can't be some invincible realm expert trying to fool me? As long as they're not invincible, I can handle them!"
"Dare to slap the face of my Wang family? You're not even qualified to be a Martial God."
But what he didn't know was...
Jiangcheng did indeed produce someone that even he couldn't afford to offend.