Chapter 1572 - The Lightning Thunder Race
Chapter 1572: The Lightning Thunder Race
Jiang Chen certainly did not mean it. This young lady had brought him some amusement and cheered up his mood a bit, which had been very down.
He was sure that her father had lied to the folks of the Realm of Nine Heavens, who knew nothing about the outside world.
Cheng Hong snorted. She might have perceived the sarcasm in Jiang Chen’s tone and thus be pissed.
At this moment, a luxury carriage drew up to the gate.
“Okay. Don’t waste any more of my time.”
Cheng Hong got into the carriage, and those were her parting words to Jiang Chen. She moved fast and nimbly.
Jiang Chen watched the carriage driving away. It suddenly occurred to him that the carriage was driving toward the city center, namely, where the Sacred Institute was.
When she’d returned, no one could be a match for her in the Dragon Field.
Unfortunately, now that the Ancients had appeared, she wasn’t a standout fighter anymore.
During this stalemate, Cheng Hong’s carriage arrived.
She pushed her way through the crowd disdainfully and went straight to the front.
She almost shoved some people to the ground. They were about to criticize her, but stopped when they realized who she was. Then they shut up immediately.
Her father was the man who was apparently strong enough to instruct Jiang Chen.
“Father.”
Cheng Hong walked up to a tall, large middle-aged man. It was Cheng Renlong, who had been in the limelight lately in the Realm of Nine Heavens.
Cheng Renlong did look extraordinary.
It was not that this middle-aged man was extremely handsome, but he had a face of emperors. His majesty was natural.
Those standing next to him could feel how strong his presence was.
As a result, as crowded as this place was, no one was around him.
Jiang Chen had also arrived secretly. He saw Cheng Renlong too.
But he was 100 percent sure that he didn’t know this person.
He definitely didn’t think a three-star Star Venerable could offer him any instructions.
“Oh? Wushuang?”
Jiang Chen suddenly saw a woman standing among the people from the Sacred Institute. He couldn’t help but smile.
Ying Wushuang was a good friend that he’d made in the Hero Palace. Both of them were elbowed out back then.
He had thought she would stay in the Realm of True Force.
“Then…”
Something occurred to Jiang Chen. He looked again into the crowd and saw another pretty woman, just as he’d expected.
Yinshuang, the woman whose voice seemed to be the most beautiful he’d ever heard, was here also.
It had been a few years ago when he’d met them in the Flying Dragon Dynasty. It was true that the two women couldn’t stay in a foreign country forever.
“Are you ready or not?!”
Shuo Xin urged them to make a decision.
Those from the Sacred Institute looked worried. They exchanged glances, wondering whether they should really send those nine together.
It would certainly bring them a great shame. But more than that, once they lost, the Sacred Institute would never be able to turn the tide.
Ying Wushuang still looked as if she wanted no one to approach her. She was still wearing black close-fitting clothes.
The clothes made her attractive body even more charming, but she looked like she had no idea about that at all.
Closing her fists tightly, Ying Wushuang was gazing at Shuo Xin.
“Wushuang, have you decided?”
A handsome man appeared next to her. There was passion in his eyes when he looked at Ying Wushuang.
“I’ll help you resolve this crisis as long as you say yes to me. Otherwise, no one from your Sacred Institute will be able to deal with her,” the man said.
Ying Wushuang looked as if she was pissed, but she had to admit his words made sense.
The man wanted her. What made her struggle was that the man was strong indeed.
“Don’t waste my time. I’ll give you ten more seconds!”
Shuo Xin started to count down.
Nan Gong and Ying Wushuang were both hesitating while Shuo Xin was counting down.
One was thinking whether to send those nine together, while the other was thinking whether to say yes to the man.
“Three, two!”
Shuo Xin sounded oppressive, as if once the counting was over, something bad would immediately happen.
Nan Gong and Ying Wushuang let out a sigh at the same time. They were going to compromise.
“Let me, a crappy disciple of the Sacred Institute, learn from your great skills.”
However, a voice rang out before the two could speak.