C290 Message from a Treasure
C290 Message from a Treasure
"Dragon God Slaughter!" Qin Yun roared as the Dragoncry Sword drew a golden arc in the air.
Afterward, a sharp sword Qi shot out from the Dragoncry Sword and headed straight for the white-haired old man in midair.
"This is bad!" The white-haired elder turned pale with fright. However, it was too late for him to retract his attack. He could only channel all his spiritual energy into his warblade to clash with Qin Yun.
Boom!" The Dragon God Slaughter collided with the white-haired old man's battle blade's spirit energy and quickly broke through the white-haired old man's spirit energy, chopping at the battle blade.
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the battle blade in the white-haired old man's hand snapped.
At this time, even though the aura of the Dragon God Slayer had been reduced by half, it was still fatal. It continued to slash at the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man was immediately covered by an aura of death. A desire to survive overwhelmed the old man, causing him to flip over violently.
The sword Qi brushed past his shoulder, and a heart-wrenching pain came from his shoulder. The sword Qi left a bone-deep wound on the white-haired old man's shoulder. Fortunately, his life was saved.
The elder looked at the broken blade on the ground and clutched the bloody wound on his shoulder. His eyes were filled with indignation as he stared at Qin Yun and said, "Who are you!?"
"Who am I? There's no need to tell you this, f * ck off! If you don't scram, don't blame me for starting a massacre! " Qin Yun said coldly.
"Even if I die, I can't let you leave!" The white-haired old man struggled to stand up.
"In that case, I'll just let you die!" A sneer suffused across Qin Yun's lips as he held the Dragoncry Sword and walked towards the white-haired elder step by step.
"Wait a minute!" The police chief ran over with a cell phone and handed it to the white-haired old man.
Qin Yun revealed a smile. He had already told this matter to Tang Jie. It was probably because Tang Jie had pressured their higher ups.
The white-haired old man's face darkened. He used his uninjured arm to receive the phone.
"Release them." A voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Why? Don't tell me we should just let him go like this! " The white-haired old man growled.
"There's no reason why. Just follow the order." The phone continued.
"But one of our task forces was destroyed by him!" The white-haired old man shouted in frustration.
"If there's no special task force, we can set it up again. If the Secret Service is gone, it won't be so easy to build it again."
The white-haired old man pondered for a moment. "Chinese, could he be …"
"There's no need to guess. This time, we're being used as guns. Let's quickly release them." The voice on the phone sounded a little helpless.
Although it was a misunderstanding, the white-haired elder was extremely unwilling. He already deeply hated Qin Yun, but he could not disobey the order. He could only say to the bureau chief, "Release him!"
"What?" Elder Pu, say it again? " The bureau chief widened his eyes, suspecting that he had misheard.
"I said release them!" The white-haired old man had nowhere to vent his anger on, so he could only scold the bureau chief.
With the roar of the white-haired old man, all the policemen present heard his words clearly and were all stunned.
The entire police station was almost turned upside down. However, they could not disobey the orders of their superiors, so they could only make way for them.
Qin Yun walked in front of the white-haired elder and said calmly, "You got lucky today. That call came in time. Otherwise, you would have died in vain."
As for the white-haired elder, he could only watch as Qin Yun left.
"I'll remember you, don't let me see you again!" The white-haired elder said hatefully as he looked at Qin Yun's back.
After leaving the police station, Qin Yun took out his cell phone and dialed Tang Jie's number. "Senior, thank you very much for this."
"No need for thanks. Even without me, I believe that with their bit of strength, they would not be able to do anything to you." Tang Jie laughed.
"One yard to one yard, why do they call me a spy?" Qin Yun asked Tang Jie about the doubts in his heart.
"It was the Adept Council this time. They found your trail, so they called the government of H State and said you were a spy. They wanted to borrow your knife to kill them." Tang Jie replied.
When Qin Yun heard that it was the Adept Council again, his eyes turned cold. "Now that the Black Dragon Council has been eradicated, it's time to find the time to settle our scores."
Tang Jie smiled at Qin Yun and said, "There's no need to be anxious about the Adept Council. According to reliable sources, there will be treasures in the near future."
"Heavenly treasure?" "What treasure?" Qin Yun asked.
"I'm not too sure about that either. According to ancient Chinese records, every 100 years, China will produce a rare treasure." Tang Jie replied in a low voice.
"Okay, I understand. I will return to Huaxia as soon as possible." With that said, Qin Yun hung up.
St. Peter's Cathedral. A golden-haired old man wearing a crown and a gold-plated white robe was sitting on the seat of honor. This old man was the supreme ruler of the Church, the Pope.
Opposite him stood a middle-aged man wearing a silver tight suit and a crown. He was tall and muscular with long golden hair that fell to the back of his neck.
He was the leader of the Knights of the Holy See, Knight King Arthur.
The Pope looked at Arthur and said, "Lord Knight King, in a short period of time, it will be time for the appearance of the once in a hundred years Heavenly Treasure in China."
A smile appeared on Arthur's face when he heard the Pope's words, "His Holiness means that we will be participating in the plundering of treasures?"
"That's right, China is currently in a state of turmoil, so the probability of obtaining a Heavenly Treasure would increase by leaps and bounds. Once the Heavenly Treasure is obtained, will the Blood Tribe, which the Knight King has always been yearning for, still be unable to be eradicated?" The Pope laughed.
As the Knight King, Arthur naturally knew how powerful the Chinese cultivators were. However, when he thought of how they could eradicate the Blood Race, his face immediately showed his resolution.
"It's settled. I'll send my Knight to China to gather some information. However, shouldn't we notify our comrades about this news?"
The Pope laughed, "Of course we have to inform them. This way, Huaxia will be at a disadvantage. Our chance has come."
"Then I'll do it right away." With that, Arthur turned and left.
In the mountainous area of Langton City, in the blood-red castle.
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The castle was full of dark red roses, adding to its gloom and mystery.
In the main hall of the castle, a middle-aged man sat at the head of the table. In his hand was a goblet, which was filled with blood.
This middle-aged man's face was pale white, but he was extremely handsome. He wore a dark red tailcoat and had a gloomy expression on his face.