While Lu Ming and the others were catching up, the Treasured Blade Assembly hosted by Ghost King Hei Dun reached its climax!
The Yin Spirit Wine had been flowing freely, and several of the Ghost Kings were already feeling a bit tipsy.
Meanwhile, Baili Mo and his group had made several attempts to communicate with the blade, but they had come up empty-handed.
Seeing the state of the Ghost Kings, Baili Mo and the others exchanged glances.
They all felt that this was a perfect opportunity to snatch the immortal treasure blade.
However, they were also somewhat concerned. If they stole the blade, the Ghost Kings might be so enraged that they wouldn't let them participate in the Kings’ War for Supremacy.
After all, the Xuanming Great World was their top priority right now.
Ghost General Mo Tuo silently observed the situation. Then, he quietly reached into his storage bag and pulled out a black bead.
He cast a glance at the immortal treasure blade and then surreptitiously tossed the bead out.
Boom...
As soon as the black bead hit the ground, a crack split across its surface. Thick, impenetrable black smoke surged out from the fissure.
In the blink of an eye, the smoke filled the entire hall.
Watching this, a cold smirk played on Ghost General Mo Tuo’s lips.
This black bead was called the God-Locking Smoke Bead, a treasure he had looted from the storage bags of those outsiders.
It was specifically designed to obscure both vision and divine sense.
He had already decided to steal the immortal treasure blade today while the hall was crowded.
The moment the black smoke filled the hall, Ghost General Mo Tuo’s figure flickered as he lunged toward the blade.
Thud! Thud!
He had no idea how many people he bumped into on his way.
It turned out that when the black smoke appeared, he wasn't the only one who moved. Baili Mo, his group, and several other Ghost Kings had also sprung into action.
Despite their drunken appearances just moments ago, they were all sharper than ever now.
Every one of them believed this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Thus, the crowd surged toward the location of the immortal treasure blade.
“Don't steal my blade!”
Ghost King Hei Dun’s roar echoed through the hall. The moment the smoke appeared, he knew someone was trying to rob him.
However, no one paid him any mind.
In the midst of the billowing smoke, Ye Fan also realized something was wrong.
Someone was trying to kidnap him!
Thinking of Lu Ming, who had just left, a plan instantly formed in his mind.
I’ll go undercover by his side and find a chance to kill him.
The thought flashed through his mind just as several hands reached out to grab him.
With a sudden flicker, he controlled his body and shot directly out of the hall.
He was going to find Lu Ming!
“Little conch shell, blow it wild, seagulls hear it and fly like a child...”
Lu Ming walked with his hands behind his head, whistling a jaunty tune.
They had just left Huang Tianbao’s quarters.
Lu Ming and Big Yellow had already decided to help Huang Tianbao unify the Xuanming Great World.
After all, this world seemed perfectly suited for his junior brother.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered. He saw something in the middle of the road ahead of him.
A blade was stuck in the ground, radiating a brilliant light...
Lu Ming’s gaze narrowed as he instantly recognized it as the immortal treasure blade.
“Boss, the immortal blade!!”
Big Yellow exclaimed in surprise!
Lu Ming nodded, then suddenly lunged forward. He delivered a powerful kick straight to the spine of the blade:
“Away you go!!!”
Whoosh!
Ye Fan was sent flying through the air!
Big Yellow’s eyes widened in shock as it stared at Lu Ming.
“Boss, have you gone mad?!”
Lu Ming rolled his eyes and glanced at Big Yellow.
“What do you know? When a pie falls from the sky, it’s either a plot or a trap.”
The moment he saw Ye Fan, Lu Ming knew something was up. Otherwise, why would this disaster-attracting blade suddenly appear right in front of him?
Sure, he was a protagonist with good luck, but he wasn't lucky enough for an immortal artifact everyone wanted to just land at his feet for no reason.
Big Yellow shook its head, thinking that its boss’s words actually made a lot of sense.
Just then, several figures flew in from the distance and landed in front of Lu Ming.
“Did you see a divine blade?”
The leader, Ghost King Hei Dun, asked sharply.
It turned out they had been groping around in the dark hall for quite a while, with everyone claiming they had caught the blade. It was only when they were about to start a brawl that a guard imp outside reported seeing the blade fly out on its own.
Ghost King Hei Dun had immediately activated the defensive array of Heibei City.
He was determined to find that blade!
The group had set out to search, and seeing Lu Ming, they stopped to question him.
Hearing the question, Lu Ming pointed in the direction he had just kicked Ye Fan.
“I just saw a streak of light flying that way!”
“I couldn't tell if it was the blade or not, though.”
Ghost King Hei Dun and the others were stunned. This idiot actually told them the truth?
Meanwhile, Baili Mo and the others who knew Lu Ming were also observing him with curiosity.
They noticed that this guy seemed completely uninterested in the blade.
Back when the blade was chasing him, he had simply smashed it away with a gold brick!
Suddenly, it clicked for them. This guy was afraid of death and knew his limits!
He was probably afraid that if he got the blade, he wouldn't be able to keep it and might even lose his life.
Ghost King Hei Dun didn't have time to figure out if Lu Ming was lying. He led the crowd and flew off in the direction Ye Fan had been kicked.
Sent flying by the kick, Ye Fan was nearly bursting with rage.
Not only did that damned mortal refuse to pick him up, but he actually kicked him! Was that really necessary?
Wait, why didn't he fall for it?
Could it be that I was being too obvious?
Thinking about it, that seemed quite likely.
It seemed he needed to be a bit more low-key and not stand out so much.
With that thought, he dove into the black soil and rolled around.
He emerged looking filthy and covered in grime.
This should be fine now, right?
Ye Fan checked his disguise and was about to fly off to find Lu Ming again.
Suddenly, a stumbling figure came running toward him at high speed.
The person was moving so fast and was so distracted that they didn't notice him.
Thud! The person tripped right over Ye Fan and sprawled onto the ground.
The newcomer was none other than the recently depressed Tianqi Ancestor.
After being swindled out of most of his family assets by Lu Ming, he had followed Emperor Tianqi out, only to find himself serving as Huangpu Tao’s errand boy.
This humiliation had been festering in his chest, and he couldn't help but drink a few extra cups tonight.
Looking at the boisterous hall, he felt that human joys and sorrows were truly not shared.
Annoyed by the noise and in a foul mood, he had stepped out early to find some peace and quiet.
However, drowning his sorrows only made them worse, and he had ended up quite drunk.
Just now, he had noticed the defenses of Heibei City suddenly activating.
He had been rushing over to see what was happening when he tripped.
“Damn it, even you’re bullying me now!”
The drunken Tianqi Ancestor cursed and reached out to grab whatever had tripped him.
He squinted his eyes and saw a filthy, grimy blade.
He was just about to toss it away when his drunken eyes realized the blade looked somewhat familiar.
He was about to shake off the mud to get a better look.
Right then, a thunderous shout rang out:
“You little thief! How dare you covet my precious blade!”
Ghost King Hei Dun, who had just arrived, recognized the blade in Tianqi Ancestor’s hand at a glance.
This little thief deserved to die! He had found the blade and instead of handing it over, he had even tried to disguise it with mud to smuggle it out!
Otherwise, how could such a magnificent blade become so filthy!
At the same time, Huangpu Tao’s eyes were also filled with murderous intent as he looked at Tianqi Ancestor.
His own errand boy had found the blade and tried to keep it for himself instead of handing it over to his superior.
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