Chapter 1684: Sowing Discord

"I suddenly remembered something. Pass this on to Boxin!"

Imitating the other's voice and demeanor, Zhang Xuan looked over.

"The Grand Commander commands!" The black-armored man hurriedly bowed.

"Come closer. This matter must not be known..." Raising an eyelid, Zhang Xuan said.

"Yes..."

Full of doubt as to why the other didn't use telepathy, the black-armored man thought for a moment, then stepped forward, lowering his head without daring to lift it.

This was their stronghold; he never dreamed that the person before him was an impostor.

"It's like this..."

Lowering his voice, Zhang Xuan had only uttered three words when a cold gleam flashed before his eyes.

The black-armored man had just sensed danger when he felt his spirit leave his body, his head falling to the ground.

Caught off guard, coupled with the Demonic Aberration Blade, this fellow, even at the Immortal Realm, was instantly slain.

Of course, it was also because the other was only at the initial stage of the Immortal Realm; if he were stronger, it wouldn't have been so easy.

Storing the corpse into his ring, erasing all traces, he transformed into the other's appearance.

During the fight, he had sealed the surrounding space, so even if someone probed, it would be hard to detect.

Disguised as the black-armored man, Zhang Xuan strode toward the large tent ahead.

Just as he reached the entrance, two soldiers raised their spears, blocking the way.

"How dare you! I come on behalf of our Grand Commander. Report at once!" Zhang Xuan clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes imposing.

A guard hesitated, then turned and entered the tent. After a moment, he beckoned: "Please!"

Snorting, Zhang Xuan followed him inside.

This tent was the same as the previous one, with a dozen or so Immortal Realm experts seated inside. The alien clansman in the center had an aura no weaker than the Grand Commander's; he should be the one called Boxin.

"Has Wushu agreed to my terms?"

Boxin raised an eyelid as he saw him enter again.

"The Grand Commander has agreed, but there are some details he wishes to discuss with you in person." Zhang Xuan nodded.

"A wise man submits to circumstances. It seems Wushu isn't as stubborn as the legends say!" Hearing the agreement, Boxin seemed surprised, then laughed heartily: "Where shall we negotiate?"

"This concerns the alliance between our two sides, so caution is needed. In the col between the two large tents. If you have no objection, please come in half an hour. Our Grand Commander will be waiting there."

Zhang Xuan said.

When he came earlier, he had noticed a col between the two tents, a small area.

"Good!" Boxin nodded.

"Farewell!"

Zhang Xuan withdrew. As soon as he left, a black-armored man in the tent stood up and quickly cupped his fists.

"Grand Commander, Wushu has always been cunning. This sudden proposal makes me suspect treachery!"

"Indeed, this fellow inviting you out—there might be an ambush!"

Another spoke.

"Ambushing me won't be so easy! Besides, at such close distance, with you all here, he surely wouldn't dare ruin the excellent situation of our newly formed alliance!"

Snorting coldly, Boxin produced a long spear in his palm, spinning it rapidly, tearing the surrounding space.

"However, one cannot be too cautious. You all disperse around the area later. If anything goes wrong, charge over immediately."

"Yes!"

Everyone nodded in unison.

...

Leaving the other's tent, Zhang Xuan walked back and soon returned to the previous large tent.

"Reporting to the Grand Commander, I told him about your proposed sparring match. He, he..." Zhang Xuan's face showed embarrassment, as if reluctant to speak.

"Speak freely!"

The Grand Commander said.

"Yes... He said your strength is unworthy to fight him. If you dare to come, he will beat you until you... kneel and beg for mercy!" Zhang Xuan's lips trembled.

"Kneel and beg for mercy? Such arrogance! Then let me see what strength he has to make me beg for mercy!"

Crash!

Grand Commander Wumu stood up, a hurricane seemingly swirling around him.

His eyes flickered with flames of anger.

"He challenges you to a duel in half an hour in the col between the tents..." Zhang Xuan continued.

"Good, I will grant his wish!"

Wumu's long blade trembled, emitting a sobbing sound.

"Grand Commander, Boxin dares to speak such arrogant words so recklessly. I fear there may be treachery!"

A black-armored man stood up.

"Yes, you must be careful, sir!"

Another also stood.

"Hmm, I had invited this fellow before, and he avoided battle. Now he dares to be so bold; it's probably not simple. He Mu, Gui Li, you two go check that col, keep strict watch, and report back immediately if anything happens!"

Wumu waved his hand.

"Yes!" "Yes!"

Two alien clansmen stepped out and hurried away.

"I'm familiar with that col. Let me accompany them!" Zhang Xuan quickly cupped his fists.

"Go ahead!" Wumu waved.

Zhang Xuan turned and left, hastily catching up.

"You two, wait for me. I know that col well; let me lead the way..."

The two black-armored men nodded, and the three concealed their auras, quietly advancing.

Soon they arrived at the col.

"You two should hide separately. If they make a move, you'll be prepared..." Zhang Xuan instructed.

Finding it reasonable, the two turned to find suitable hiding spots, but both swayed and fell to the ground.

One was pierced through the heart by the Dragon Bone Divine Spear, the other decapitated by the Demonic Aberration Blade.

After killing the two, Zhang Xuan stored the corpses, transformed into Boxin's likeness, and flew straight toward the previous tent.

Before he even arrived, laughter rang out.

"Wumu, if you don't dare to fight, just say so. Sending assassins after me—this is their fate..."

Whoosh!

As he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and three corpses flew straight toward the tent, while he himself turned and left.

Wumu and his men rushed out of the tent. Seeing the three corpses on the ground—He Mu, Gui Li, and the black-armored man who had followed—they were so furious they nearly exploded on the spot.

They had just formed an alliance, and this fellow was slaughtering his subordinates—an outrageous insult.

"Boxin, if I don't kill you, my name isn't Wumu!"

With a furious roar, unable to contain himself any longer, Wumu charged straight toward the other's tent.

The black-armored men behind him, seeing their comrades killed, also burned with rage and, unable to hold back, followed closely.

In the opposite tent, they were still speculating about the purpose of Wumu's invitation when they felt a massive aura descend, followed by a brilliant saber aura that split the tent in two.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Flying up, seeing Wumu standing in the air with his blade, Boxin's brows jumped: "Wumu, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?"

Hadn't he agreed to his terms? Why was he suddenly charging over with a murderous expression?

"Stop pretending! If you've got the skill, let me see what strength you really have..."

Without further ado, Wumu shook his long blade and slashed straight at him.