Arrogant Healer God
Chapter 896: Don’t take our words as a joke!

Chapter 896: Chapter 896: Don’t take our words as a joke!

At the same time.

Flower Flag Country.

Snow City.

Main Government Building.

Inside the meeting room.

Douglas sat in the front row, his face extremely gloomy.

Not long ago, after talking to Lionel Yeager on the phone, he immediately convened a meeting with the top brass.

At this moment, seeing Douglas’s gloomy face, the upper-levels present felt a sudden chill in their hearts.

Could the operation have failed?

After a long silence.

Douglas said, "I’m afraid our operation has failed."

Hearing this.

The eyes of the high-levels present widened in disbelief.

"Commander, are you kidding?!

We sent over ten thousand people!

We equipped more than five hundred sets of Slaughter God Battle Armor!

Over fifty transport helicopters!

More than twenty fighter machines!

Almost a thousand war vehicles!

Dozens of tanks!

Can’t we kill even seven people?!"

Somebody asked with shock.

"Unless those seven guys are really gods, they can’t possibly survive!"

Someone else chimed in.

Douglas said gravely, "Although I don’t quite believe it either.

But not long ago.

One of our targets called and said that all our people had been wiped out by them.

This guy even threatened me, saying that he would come to Flower Flag Country to kill me."

"Is this true, were the more than ten thousand people we sent really wiped out by those seven people?!"

"More than ten thousand people, so much equipment, even if those seven people are strong, how could they wipe them all out?!"

"If our operation was really a success, why would anyone survive?!"

"Could it be that the one who called was lucky enough to escape?!"

The high-levels present spoke one after another, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

Douglas frowned, "No matter what, send someone to investigate the situation immediately!"

"Yes!"

Everyone nodded, then took out their mobile phones and made a series of calls.

After making the calls.

Everyone anxiously waited.

Douglas lit a cigar and began smoking.

After just a few hours of waiting.

All high-levels present received phone calls.

After the phone calls.

Everyone’s faces sank.

Douglas looked at the crowd, seemingly aware of the bad news.

He took a deep breath and said, "Report the situation."

One by one, the top brass stood up and began to report with difficulty.

"Owl Dragon Battle Team Seventh Squad, all killed!"

"Sharp Sword Battle Team Ninth Squad, all killed!"

"Black Hawk Squad Tenth Squad, all killed!"

...

After listening to the reports of seven top members.

Douglas’s face twisted with anger.

Bang!

He slammed his fist on the table, roaring angrily, "How could this happen, how could this happen?!

Seven Battle Teams, more than ten thousand people, so much equipment, and yet they can’t even kill seven people?!

Are they really gods?!"

One of the top brass gritted his teeth and said, "Commander, according to the investigation, there seemed to be another person present at the time!

That guy’s strength seems to be very strong, many of our people were killed by him!"

"Have you figured out who that person is?"

Douglas asked coldly.

The high-level hurriedly replied, "Still investigating!"

"Commander, should we continue to send people to kill those guys?"

Someone asked a question.

Douglas’s eyes grew cold as he said, "Those guys killed so many of our people, they must die!

Otherwise, how can our Flower Flag Country save face?!

But, we can’t send ordinary soldiers to kill those guys anymore!

In order to kill them, we must send real masters!"

"Commander, what do you plan to do?"

Someone else asked.

Douglas pondered for a moment and said, "Later on, I will go to Hell Demon Palace and ask Hell Demon Emperor for help.

Those who dare to go against our Flower Flag Country are simply courting death!"

"Mmm!"

The other high-levels nodded heavily.

Douglas’s eyes were cold and filled with a hint of caution.

More than 10,000 people with so much equipment couldn’t kill those guys, they must be masters.

More importantly, he was threatened, and that guy claimed he would kill him, which made him feel a trace of fear in his heart.

Therefore, he planned to go to Hell Demon Palace as soon as possible and ask for Hell Demon Emperor’s help.

Without getting rid of those people, he couldn’t feel at ease for even a day.

...

At this moment.

East Nation.

Due to the time difference.

It was around 7 o’clock in the evening.

Peak Mount Tourism Scenic Area.

Swarming with tourists.

Everyone was looking at one of the mountain tops.

At this moment, there were quite a few people challenging Kurokawa Ichiro, Tombsaka Aotora, and Loomis Goodwin on the mountain.

Clanging noises!

Rumbling sounds!

There were constant weapon-collision noises and explosions on the mountain top.

People at the foot of the mountain watched and discussed.

"Until today, how many people have these three old guys defeated?"

"I’ve counted, they’ve already defeated 323 people!"

"My God, these three old guys really defeated 323 people in just five days?!"

"That’s right!? Moreover, those who challenged them are the Martial Alliance branch leaders, sect leaders, Law Protectors, Elders, and some famous cultivators!"

"I don’t know if these five sects could defeat these three old fellas this time!"

While everyone was discussing.

"Argh!"

A painful scream came.

Immediately after.

Boom...

A figure heavily fell from the mountain top.

Boom, boom, boom...

Following that figure, more figures fell.

"Master Steel!"

"Master Lewis!"

"Protector Matthew!"

"Elder Weil!"

Many disciples shouted in shock and quickly rushed over.

Turns out, 35 people fell from the mountain top, precisely the Ancient Martial World’s five sects: the five Sect Leaders, five Elders, and twenty-five Protectors.

All died.

"They’re dead, all the Sect Leaders are dead!"

"These bastards, didn’t they say it was just a friendly match? Why did they kill?!"

The disciples of the five sects looked up to the mountain top and angrily shouted.

"My God, these three old guys started to kill people!"

"They’ve been heavy-handed since two days ago, whoever challenged them was crippled!"

"Despicable, really despicable! Is there really no one in our East Nation who can defeat them?"

The onlookers were all heartbroken and infuriated.

It had been five days, they had waited for five days and had their hopes up for five days.

They expected some high-level experts from their East Nation to step forward and thoroughly defeat these three old guys.

But all they got in return was disappointment after disappointment.

At this moment.

On the mountain top.

Kurokawa Ichiro spoke coldly: "The twelve individuals we want to challenge have not shown up yet, and our patience has run out!

From now on, anyone who challenges us will receive no mercy!

One person comes, and we kill one; two people come, and we kill both!"

Tombsaka Aotora arrogantly said: "I want to see how many of you will come to die!"

Loomis Goodwin laughed loudly: "What bullshit birthplace of ancient martial arts!

I think the Martial Artists of East Nation are just cowards, weaklings, trash, and garbage!"

"You are the trash and garbage!"

At this moment, a young man roared.

"Seeking death!"

Loomis Goodwin shouted coldly, and fiercely swung his long blade.

Swish!

A purple light blade came whistling down the mountain top, directly cutting the young man’s throat!

"Uhh, Uhh, Uhh..."

The young man covered his throat and heavily fell to the ground, convulsing a few times before finally dying.

All of a sudden, everyone present was frightened and retreated, trembling in fear, and sweating coldly.

Loomis Goodwin declared loudly: "Don’t take our words as a joke!

From now on, anyone who dares to challenge us: Kill!

Anyone who dares to contradict us: Kill!"

Everyone was silent, not daring to make a sound.

They all wailed in their hearts.

"Elite experts of East Nation, please appear quickly!

Don’t let these three old guys be arrogant any longer!"