Lin Zhan entered the room and picked up his phone, dialing. "Dad, tell Second Grandpa and Third Grandpa not to rush into action tomorrow. Tell them to lie low, there will definitely be hidden watchmen in the Roman Holy See's special zone."
"Don't worry. Tomorrow, your old man, your father-in-law, and Lord Ye Fan will lead openly. Your Second Grandpa and Third Grandpa will follow in secret. I'm giving you a heads-up, a battle might break out when you emerge from the secret realm. Also, the Holy See will have Platinum-ranked combatants entering the secret realm. Can you handle it? Jin Jiao told me that Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei have a skill that can even take down mid-Platinum level opponents. Is it reliable?"
"Anything below mid-Platinum won't be able to stir up much trouble, don't worry. I'm just afraid there might be two of them, and they might attack the team members."
"Then we're good. Both the Ying family and the Heavenly Master's Mansion have prepared countermeasures. We'll deal with Ying Xuan and Zhang Haoran today. If you can't hold them off, activate your bloodline to unleash your dragon scales. Hidden within the dragon scales is a trace of your grandfather's sword intent. It can even take down a Diamond-ranked opponent. I have other arrangements to attend to, so I'm hanging up now."
Watching the phone hang up, Lin Zhan couldn't help but sigh: "The older, the wiser. It seems he already anticipated today's events when he gave me the dragon scales."
Lin Zhan lay on the bed, pondering Jiang Zheng's words: "Indeed. Whether it's He Dazhuang, Leng Shan, Zhang Cong, or even the female team members, they all possess top-tier talent. It's just that my brilliance has been too dazzling, overshadowing them."
What humanity needed were kings who could stand tall and fight bravely, not prodigal sons with mere reputations. He had truly made a mistake.
Meanwhile, in a place Lin Zhan was unaware of.
"Eighth Uncle, I've finally been waiting for you! These Roman Holy See bastards are too insidious, pulling such shameful tricks." He Dazhuang greeted He Baye, who had rushed over from beyond the pass.
"Look at you, a pathetic eggplant. Nobody's died yet, so what are you yelping about?" He Baye was infuriated by his nephew's cowardly demeanor.
"Oh, come on, Eighth Uncle, you have no idea. These scoundrels actually made a bunch of coffin-dwellers use soul reincarnation to fight us!"
"Enough. Stop being so loud-mouthed. Here, take this." He then handed over a stone about the size of a fist, imprinted with a blood-red tiger pattern.
"This is a stone from the Blood Tiger Ancestor's own statue, imprinted for you. Activate it with your bloodline at a critical moment. Even a mid-Platinum opponent will be crippled, if not killed. Damn it, do they really think our He family has no one?" He Laoba said protectively.
"Oh, and by the way, the next time you come home, bring that girl from the An family with you. Fourth Uncle told the Blood Tiger Ancestor that if Dazhuang doesn't bring that girl back, he shouldn't come back either."
"Figure it out yourself. I'm leaving. Just looking at your pathetic state irritates me." He Baye, a man as swift as the wind, came and went as he pleased.
Leng Shan looked at the middle-aged man and woman before him. "Dad, Mom, why are you here?"
The newcomers were none other than the newly promoted Lord, Hunter King Leng Feng, and his wife, Long Xiaoyun. "Don't worry, son. What's a few bird-people? Shoot them down and treat them like roasted chicken wings." With that, he took out a longbow nearly 1.5 meters in length.
Long Xiaoyun also spoke, "Do as your father said. Your father has shot down plenty of winged, flying beings from the Ten Thousand Races over the years. Take these three arrows. They were forged from the teeth of a Lord-level demonic dragon hunted by your maternal grandfather. With your current strength and our family's Dragon Mark Bow, you can even shoot down a Platinum-ranked opponent."
"Remember, son, our Leng family is no less than others. Your grandfather and maternal grandfather are a Quasi-King level expert and a master forging master in the Human Race's Royal Court, respectively. Our Leng family never lacks good weapons and good hunting dogs."
"Your grandfather's two Lord-level Dragon Hounds are about to give birth. You can also start training one from a young age. If you need anything, tell your mom and dad." Long Xiaoyun's father, Long Duan, was one of the five master forging masters of the Human Race. The Quasi-King battle saber that Lin Zhan's grandfather possessed was forged by this old man. Su Dan Novel Network.
"Son, keep up the good work and strive for our Leng family to have a King." Leng Feng left with his wife in a hurry.
"These old folks, they really don't take me seriously. If our Leng family wasn't a single lineage for three generations, I'd suspect my birth was an accident." Perhaps Leng Shan's guess was not wrong.
Turning their attention to Zhang Cong.
"Dad, you don't even come to see me. Your son is severely lacking in firepower! If you don't send me some reinforcements, your son might actually get taken care of this time," Zhang Cong pleaded with his father over the phone.
"What are you panicking about? I finally got promoted to Lord and the Military Department gave me a holiday. I'm traveling with your mother, who has the time to call you?" The voice on the other end, the Water Ghost Zhang Lang, said with extreme disdain.
Zhang Cong was completely stunned: Nani...
"What's the big deal? A mere Platinum-ranked bird-person can't kill you. If you can't win, just activate the totem of the Great God Gonggong on your back with your bloodline, then channel your bloodline through the Water God Halberd and smash that bird-person to death. It's not that complicated. I'm hanging up, don't call back." He then hung up, not at all worried about his son.
"Is this my real father? Or am I adopted?" Zhang Cong fell into deep doubt about his identity.
In the evening, Lin Zhan, with a group of female soldiers, sat in the conference room awaiting everyone's return.
The members of the Beijing team successively walked in, but their expressions were rather peculiar.
"Old Jiang, how was it?" Lin Zhan asked the strategist first.
"My dad said not to worry too much, just leave it to that kid Lin Zhan to handle. He didn't give me anything." Jiang Zheng's eyes were filled with confusion.
"What about Old He? What did your family prepare for you?" Lin Zhan then looked at He Dazhuang.
Dazhuang wore a constipated expression and said, "My Eighth Uncle did send something. It should work, right?"
"What do you mean 'should'? What about you, Old Leng?"
"Mine... should probably work, maybe." Leng Shan said, lowering his head.
"Old Lin, do you think my birth was an accident?" Leng Shan suddenly looked up and asked Lin Zhan a nonsensical question.
Lin Zhan...
"Sigh, Old Zhang, what about you? Any treasures?"
"Mine... probably, maybe, should work. Old Lin, do you think I might have been adopted?" Zhang Cong directly bewildered Lin Zhan.
Lin Zhan bared his teeth and said, "So, what you're saying is, the trump cards you were hoping for might, possibly, probably work. Is that what you mean?"
At this moment, Ying Xuan and Zhang Haoran entered with the others. Seeing Lin Zhan's expression, they asked.
"What's wrong, Old Hei Lin? Did someone boil you? You look like a dejected melon."
"How are your preparations, the two of you?" Lin Zhan asked listlessly.
"It's stable. I'll deal with one Platinum-ranked," Ying Xuan said proudly.
"I have no problem either, I'll take one as well," Zhang Haoran also stated.
"Oh my, an unexpected gain! Let's have a good chat, brothers." Lin Zhan's spirits instantly lifted.
"Chat about what? Go figure it out yourself. I declare this meeting adjourned. Let's go, brothers." Ying Xuan finished speaking and led everyone out of the conference room.