Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Chapter 1164: Chapter 624: Distribution of Fortunes in the Saint Tomb

Jiang Shu’s gaze swept over the angry compound eyes of the Insect Clan’s trusted aides, the clenched fists of the Giant Spirit Clan envoy, the unstable electric arcs flickering inside the Heavenly Crystal Divine General’s crystalline body, and the tense space ripples surrounding several Nomadic leaders, finally fixing on the scarlet electronic eyes of the Mechanical Divine Envoy.

"Once we enter the tomb, everyone relies on their own abilities."

"Whatever opportunities lie within, whoever finds them, they belong to them."

With the War Alliance’s background and status, Jiang Shu could fully make his own voice heard!

He curled his lips into an extremely small yet sharp arc, like a blade’s edge first appearing.

"Whoever obtains it, it’s theirs."

"Those whose hands are fast, whose fists are hard, naturally get the prize."

"Isn’t that straightforward? Isn’t that fair?"

As he spoke, the dark gold water-like glow on the Shui Huan Gloves rippled slightly, a razor-sharp intent to cut through the Void flashed by, extremely subtly.

While perfect strategies are important, only great strength remains unchanging through time.

The premise of scheming against each other is that both sides have comparable strength.

The Mechanical Clan is indeed strong, but their reputation is so tarnished that no one agreed with their proposals. Even the Insect Clan, who initially aligned with the Mechanical Clan to bite into the War Alliance’s troubles, immediately turned against them.

There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.

"Good, refreshing!"

The envoy of the Ancient Giant Spirit Clan was the first to respond, erupting in an earth-shattering roar.

His immense bronze body again struck the stone chair, his raging vitality surging, forming a visible bronze-colored air wave.

"That’s how it should be done, what the hell is all this dithering?!"

"When I get in there, whatever I grab is mine. Even if I die there because I’m not as skilled, I’ll accept it!"

In his eyes, a blazing battle intent ignited, his massive fists crackling, the edges of his bronze armor emitting a warm glow.

"Cackle... it should have been this way sooner!"

The Insect Clan’s trusted aide’s multicolored carapace vibrated at high frequency, emitting a sharp, joyful screech.

Its mandibular parts frantically opened and closed, revealing the sinister structure of sharp teeth within.

"This is the creed our clan believes in: survival of the fittest, the strong always prevail. Hiding in an iron shell is no damn contribution!"

"Jiang Shu, your proposal is excellent!"

Its scarlet compound eyes stared fixedly at the Mechanical Divine Envoy, full of provocation.

In that cold intent, greed and excitement almost burst forth.

"Seconded."

Several calm voices came from the corners, like cold springs dripping, bearing the sound of metal clashing.

They were representatives of some overlord-level influences in the Chaotic Star Domain.

Their powers might not match the Three Highest Races, but having risen amidst blood and chaos, none of them are pushovers.

An old man, covered in a black robe with a menacing knife scar across his face and one eye, held a bloodthirsty cold smile at his lips, clearly an advocate of the "survival of the fittest" rule.

Another middle-aged man, dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe and toying with a Star Treasure Pearl in his hand, had deep-set eyes. Though he did not speak, his slight nod and the sudden containment of his aura indicated his agreement with the proposal.

For them, murky waters are the best place to fish.

Order means no loopholes to exploit.

Within the Heavenly Crystal Divine General, a storm of icy blue and scorching white electric arcs erupted, crackling.

Its crystalline visage remained expressionless, yet the blinding electric light and sudden energy fluctuation unmistakably signaled a posture of firm agreement.

Its crystal structure perfectly mirrored the expressions around it, like a silent yet clear-stance mirror.

The space ripples around the Starry Sky Wanderer leader abruptly diffused intensely for a moment, like water rippling upon impact with a stone, stirring the stagnant air in the Great Hall.

An eager "hunting" aura spread outward.

They were hunters in the darkness from the beginning.

...

Several days later.

The cold alloy chamber walls reflected the metallic chill under the star shuttle’s dim blue lighting, mixed with a barely perceptible scent of energy dust and an indescribable hint of a blood scent reminiscent of ancient slaughters.

The War Alliance had the most personnel present.

In addition to his dark gold battle armor, Elder Lei stood with his hands behind his back near the massive circular observation window, his aura as steady as a mountain, while Jiang Shu sensed another equally profound aura.

The person wore armor similar in style to Elder Lei’s but slightly darker in color, with a stern face and a long, slanting, pale silver scar on his temple. He looked at no one, merely resting with his eyes closed, as if all the surrounding noise and undercurrents had nothing to do with him.

This must be the other core elder of the War Alliance at the Venerable Peak Realm that Zhan Jiuxiao mentioned.

Elder Lei led Jiang Shu into the command hall, drawing everyone’s gaze, yet this elder remained completely still, not even raising an eyelid.

Jiang Shu’s arrival was like a pebble tossed into this strangely calm pond.

Several gazes instantly focused on him. The Insect Clan’s trusted aide’s compound eyes seemed to concentrate and emitted a barely audible "click" sound.

The blue specks of light on the head of the Mechanical Divine Envoy flickered twice, as if conducting high-speed scanning analysis.

Representatives of the other few overlord-level influences also looked on with undisguised examination, and one or two of those gazes subtly carried a trace of unnoticeable malice.

"This is the command hall—why has a youngster come?"

One of the Venerable Great Powers from an overlord power spoke somewhat displeased, his words full of opposition toward the War Alliance.

Which makes sense.

Though the number of people in this command hall wasn’t large, each one was a great power, with realms almost without exception at the Venerable Peak Realm. Ordinary Venerables could only carefully stand aside, so Jiang Shu, a Tenth Realm cultivator here, indeed seemed out of place.