The plane landed in a valley at the border of China and India.
"No wonder everyone is so interested. If this were within China, they'd all behave," Ying Xuan remarked.
"Exactly. But even if those bald monks from India show up, it's on their doorstep. Why are you guys coming from so far away to join the fun?" He Dazhuang, along with his brother, were the type to stir up trouble whether there was a reason or not.
It wasn't just about being in the right; they'd pick a fight even if they were wrong.
"I highly agree with the words of the Chinese benefactors. This is, after all, within our Indian territory," a few bald monks from India stated.
"Holy shit, this idiotic monk is acting up again. Can't he tell which side he's on?" Adam Saur said, exasperated.
"This is a treasure left to all humanity by the ancestors of the human race. It belongs to everyone, not just whoever is closer," the Holy Son of the Church declared.
"Get the hell out of here. Those are the ancestors of China. Besides, don't you know what you are? Ancestors of humanity, my ass!"
"Grandson, your stupid dad gave you the item, right? Once you enter the secret realm, go all out."
"Grandpa will be waiting. If you don't come out, I'll send all these other bastards down with you," Old Master Leng said menacingly, glancing around.
"Da Long, Er Long, remember their scent. Don't let any of them escape."
"Roar!" Da Long roared, and the surrounding pack of dogs also gathered, sniffing the people from various special zones.
"Leng Ao, you're losing your seniority. Why are you still attacking the juniors?" A person in red robes, Basma, one of the three cardinals of the Roman Catholic Church, descended from the sky.
"Basma, finally, someone worth fighting. But your name isn't auspicious. Basma (Dad is dead, Mom is dead). You say your parents are gone, so why are you still alive?"
"Benefactor Leng speaks wisely. Cardinal Basma, your name is indeed inauspicious," a bald man dressed as an Indian monk emerged.
"Haha, another old friend. Master San Mu Ha, two quasi-kings, are there any others?" Old Master Leng Ao's expression remained unchanged, still smiling.
"It's been decades, Leng Ao. Are you still able to fight?" A burly man in armor, holding a hammer, descended from the sky.
"Yo, Saur, so that kid is your son? No wonder you're not staying in Asgard and came here. Are you not planning to go back this time?" Leng Ao said, looking at Adam Saur.
Basma looked at Leng Ao disdainfully and said, "This time, China will once again lose a quasi-king."
A powerful pressure descended. Ye Fan, carrying a sword box, stood in front of Basma, blocking him. "Old Leng is right. Your name is indeed inauspicious. You're not leaving today. This place has nice scenery. I'll scatter your ashes right here." Su Dan Novel Network.
"Ye Fan, when did you become a quasi-king? You've been hiding it well."
"Come out, everyone. China has suffered heavy losses today. Two quasi-kings and two lords will fall here," Basma called out to the sky.
Two cardinals in similar attire to Basma descended.
"Haha, Leng Ao, Ye Fan. You won't be able to escape this time."
"There are too many hidden agendas. Aren't you afraid that all three of you will die here, and the Church will have no more cardinals to boast of?"
Basma looked at the Holy Son, Adam Saur, Lin Zhan, and the other youths, saying, "You can go in. You have your own battles. Eagles that have never experienced storms can never soar in the sky."
"Go, children. Leave this to the old man. Do whatever you need to do inside, don't overthink it," Old Master Leng said to Lin Zhan with a satisfied nod.
Lin Zhan, his eyes filled with fighting spirit, looked at the Holy Son and others. "Let's go."
With that, the group split into two and entered the secret realm.
"I didn't expect to just enter like this without being separated. I prepared in vain," Zhang Haoran said regretfully, looking at the long-distance communication jade talismans he had prepared but couldn't use.
"Holy shit, how did this black guy get in with us?" Ying Xuan, who was taking attendance, saw Bablu, the Lion Warrior from the African Special Zone, entering with the group.
"Um, if I go in with them, will they let me live? Also, the chief said when we came, following the Chinese brothers would keep me safe," Bablu said very honestly.
"This black guy is quite clever," Wang Dazhuang said, looking at Bablu curiously.
"I'm just dark-skinned, not stupid. What are you looking at me like that for?" Bablu shot Wang Dazhuang a look.