Infinite Bloodcore-Chapter 967 - 755: The Pot Calling the Kettle Black

Chapter 967: Chapter 755: The Pot Calling the Kettle Black
"Damn it, Honey Snow Tower is actually hiding here!!" The empire’s spies arrived near Anqiu, and the first thing they saw was Shuanglian’s Mage Tower.
"Follow me, charge forward!" The Holy Domain Level shield warrior ordered in a deep voice, leading the charge.
Shichijiro laughed heartily, following closely behind.
The empire’s spies steeled themselves, forming a combat lineup and methodically launching wave after wave of assaults.
The Mage Tower roared, unleashing spells that filled the sky, causing heavy casualties to the empire’s side instantly.
However, it could not deal with the Holy Domain Level shield warrior.
Seeing the shield warrior charging over, Shuanglian hurriedly controlled the Mage Tower to ascend into the sky.
"You guys go in, I’ll destroy it!" The shield warrior chose to continue entangling with Honey Snow Tower.
He had to do this.
The threat of the Mage Tower was too great. If left unchecked, it would endanger everyone’s lives.
While Shuanglian was overwhelmed, Shichijiro led his group, charging mightily onto Anqiu.
They clashed fiercely with Long Meng and other duelists led by him!
Shichijiro arrogantly said, "Long Meng, you’re here. You coward, you actually fled! Hahaha."
Long Meng clashed again with Shichijiro but was forced to retreat repeatedly.
In the rush, the Ice Sculpture King did not fully heal him, and Long Meng’s fighting energy had not returned to its peak state.
Conversely, Shichijiro had sought death once before taking action, restoring his combat power to peak status.
Long Meng was not Shichijiro’s match. Mei Lin, Gudong, and Bao Ligen were strong, but the empire’s spies had more Golden Level fighters. They were outmatched, and their defense line was huge yet had no fortifications.
At the critical moment, reinforcements arrived.
"I’ll help you!"
"And me."
"I’m here too!!"
"These bastards dare to invade the holy land Anqiu!"
Hogaitou, Snow Ball, Qinghong Yan, Yijiu, Mifang, Devil’s Muscle, Zhu Gan, Yunzhong, and the Dragon-man youth all teleported to join the battle.
Each Holy Fighter, of the God of Duels, was a strong Golden Level combatant.
Their reinforcements immediately turned the tide.
"Long Meng!" The Dragon-man youth roared, forcing Shichijiro to retreat.
He stood beside Long Meng.
Long Meng and he exchanged a glance and simultaneously attacked Shichijiro!
Facing two Dragon-men alone, Shichijiro soon fell into a disadvantage and was beaten black and blue.
Long Meng and the Dragon-man youth cooperated for the first time, and their synergy was astounding. On one hand, the Dragon-man youth’s basic fighting skills were mostly guided by Long Meng, making them familiar with each other. On the other, both were genius warriors, quickly grasping the techniques and intricacies of cooperation.
Shichijiro couldn’t stand against the Dragon-men’s teamwork, and was killed twice in quick succession.
"Damn it!" Shichijiro could not remain arrogant, feeling a hint of fear.
At this moment, the voice of the Thirteenth Prince transmitted to him through an alchemy device, "The spatial layer has been deciphered. Don’t resist, I’ll have the bishop of the secret door send you in now!"
Shichijiro sneered at the Dragon-men duo, "You guys play by yourselves, I won’t accompany you."
After saying this, the space fluctuated, and he disappeared directly.
The Dragon-man youth and Long Meng exchanged glances, seeing suspicion and surprise in each other’s eyes.
...
Da Han only focused on diving deep.
He had long since been lurking near the Royal Capital, but lacked sufficient disguising ability and confidence to sneak in without being detected.
Now, a violent earthquake rocked the Royal Capital, causing aquatic demon beasts and ice sculpture guardians to clash everywhere. Overjoyed, Da Han seized this rare opportunity, successfully entering the Royal Capital.
He hurriedly went through a crack in the ground.
He dove deeper, from the surface ice layer to the hundred-year ice layer, and then the thousand-year-old ice layer.
Still not satisfied, Da Han aimed directly for the ten-thousand-year ice layer.
"Ten-thousand-year Divine Dragon Corpse, here I come!"
The most exquisite part of the Ten-thousand-year-old Ice Lake was this.
"Halt!!" A hoarse voice echoed in Da Han’s ears.
Soon, the figure of the royal archmage slowly coalesced, appearing before Da Han.
"Leave now, Da Han, and I’ll pretend I never saw you." The royal archmage exuded an imposing demeanor, holding a long Magic Wand.
Da Han laughed heartily, showing disdain and mockery on his face, "I’m a pirate; the treasure is right before me, and you’re advising me to retreat?!"
Without any hesitation, Da Han charged forward.
The two Holy Domain Level fighters began a fierce battle deep within the Ice Lake.
The Undead Master hid in the shadows, observing silently while continually analyzing: "The Ice Sculpture King has entered the Duel Divine Country. The royal archmage is engaged with Da Han, so the remaining Holy Domain Level fighter must be the White Dragon King. Oh, perhaps Qian Xing too."
The Undead Master kept probing to no avail.
His patience was quickly diminished.
Not long after, he decided not to wait any longer.
He concealed his presence and sneaked to the secret door.
"Still no one stopping me?" The Undead Master deliberately paused before stepping into the secret door.
As he entered the Duel Divine Country, the royal archmage suddenly sensed it and was furious, "Who’s there?!"
"Why are you running?!" Da Han blocked the royal archmage.
Before Da Han, there was only one path: defeating the royal archmage and then leaving with the spoils of the ten-thousand-year Divine Dragon Corpse. He could not allow the archmage to engage the ten-thousand-year-old Dragon Formation!
...
"Is this the inside of Anqiu?" Shichijiro was sent inside.
"Duel Godhood!!!" He exclaimed, immediately spotting the seven-colored crystal-like Godhood in the center.
The Divine Level’s aura suppressed him while simultaneously stirring endless greed and desire.
"Unbelievable! The millennial plan of the Ice Sculpture Kingdom has progressed so quickly; they’ve already accumulated a complete Duel Godhood!"
Shichijiro expressed his admiration, then quickly stepped forward, rushing towards the Divinity.
As he emerged from the darkness and gradually approached the Divinity, more of the Seven-Colored Divine Light shone on him.
The Divine Light continued to accumulate, covering him and creating resistance, but at the same time, a portion of it merged into his body.
"Who’s there?!" The Ice Sculpture King, trapped halfway, suddenly turned, locking eyes with Shichijiro in a flash.
At this moment, Shichijiro was also enveloped in thick Divine Light. The light formed a spherical halo, dazzling, perfectly concealing Shichijiro’s build and appearance.
Shichijiro paused his steps slightly, simultaneously discovering the Ice Sculpture King.
"You are... Oh! The Ice Sculpture King." Shichijiro exclaimed.
This was not difficult to guess.
Before his actions, Shichijiro had learned that the Ice Sculpture King had entered Anqiu. But charging to the summit, he hadn’t seen the King. Now, seeing someone inside Anqiu, who else could it be?
The Ice Sculpture King squinted his eyes, a massive sense of disgust rising in his heart: "That tone... You’re Shichijiro?!"
"Hahaha, that’s me." Shichijiro laughed arrogantly, easily surpassing the Ice Sculpture King’s record, continuing to approach the Duel Godhood.
The Ice Sculpture King, seeing this, was both mentally and physically shocked, suffering an unprecedented blow: "Wait!"
"How is this possible? You can surpass me?"
"You’re clearly just at the Golden Level!"
The Ice Sculpture King couldn’t help but roar.
Seeing his enemy so frantic, Shichijiro laughed heartily: "You want to acquire the Godhood and you don’t even know this?"
"Those at the Holy Domain Level who’ve grasped the laws already have the foundation of Divinity, so the Duel Godhood obviously rejects you."
"On the contrary, those at the Golden Level, not yet stepping into the Holy Domain, are like a blank slate, fundamentally without repulsion, naturally making it easier to gain the favor of the Godhood."
The Ice Sculpture King, hearing this, couldn’t help but glare.
Shichijiro’s arrogance grew, seeing the Ice Sculpture King’s plight brought him great joy, mocking as he moved swiftly: "My goodness, you’re already at the Holy Domain Level and still want the Duel Godhood? Go back to your castle and cry, you surely have no chance!"
The Ice Sculpture King, teeth clenched in anger, strove with all his might to step forward.
It’s no use!
He couldn’t advance a single millimeter, and the invisible pressure ahead was grander and more majestic than mountains and seas.
"Could it really end in failure?"
"Watching helplessly as someone from the Empire takes the Godhood?"
"Damn! Damn! Why didn’t the ancestors leave behind such critical information? Why?!"
The Ice Sculpture King, filled with rage, was infuriated to the point of coughing up blood.
But the next moment, a turn of events occurred.
Shichijiro was also hindered, unable to advance further.
"Hahaha, you’ve reached your limit too." The Ice Sculpture King mocked.
This time, Shichijiro was the one left speechless, starting to twist and struggle greatly, trying to move forward.
But his situation was the same as the Ice Sculpture King, making the scene awkward for a time.
"It shouldn’t be like this, I received orders that if the Divinity was really complete, I should come directly to take the Duel Godhood."
"If I didn’t meet the conditions, the Empire wouldn’t have arranged it this way."
Despite his confusion, Shichijiro didn’t forget to counter the Ice Sculpture King: "What right do you have to mock me? I’m only fifty steps away from the Godhood, and you are more than a hundred steps behind."
The Ice Sculpture King snorted, remained silent for a moment, then made a firm decision.
The next moment, he twisted the alchemy device and vanished from the spot, returning to the top of Anqiu Mountain.
Duelists were slaughtering the Empire’s spies on a large scale.
In the distant sky, the Holy Domain guards were tangled with the Honey Snow Tower.
The Ice Sculpture King, in a foul mood, surveyed the surroundings and descended beside Long Meng.
Long Meng hastily saluted: "Your Majesty!"
The Ice Sculpture King stared at Long Meng with a complex gaze for a while, then sighed: "Follow me."
He placed a hand on Long Meng’s shoulder, twisting the alchemy device, and transported back into Anqiu.
They returned to the starting line, with Long Meng curiously looking around.
"That’s the Duel Godhood. Your task is to walk over there and take it." The Ice Sculpture King said concisely.
Long Meng was startled, hastily stating this was not something he could touch.
The Ice Sculpture King shook his head with a long sigh: "I do want to acquire it, but, regrettably, I am no longer qualified."
"Rather than letting the Godhood fall into the hands of the Empire, I’d prefer you to obtain it."
"Among all the duelists present, you are the most qualified. If even you can’t, then no one is suitable."
Following the Ice Sculpture King’s instructions, Long Meng approached the Duel Godhood.
The King followed behind.
Halfway there, the King stopped abruptly, the scene identical to before.
Long Meng walked further, turned back, and said: "Your Majesty?"
The King, with a very responsible expression, gestured to him: "Go, take the Godhood."
Shichijiro’s expression changed, staring intently at the glowing form of Long Meng; he recognized the voice: "You’re Long Meng?"
Then, he watched as Long Meng from another direction surpassed his record, only thirty steps away from the Godhood.
The Ice Sculpture King, seeing Long Meng was unable to advance, became extremely disappointed, his voice turning hoarse: "If even you can’t, then who possibly can?"
Shichijiro exhaled a breath, relieved, then laughed heartily: "Long Meng, you lost to me. Your King even interfered in the sacred duel, which greatly violated the duel’s rules. Hahaha, that’s why you couldn’t gain the Godhood’s favor."
Shichijiro’s words, meant to harm with precision, successfully struck Long Meng deeply.
Long Meng retaliated, his words equally sharp: "And what about you? Fifty steps away, what right do you have to laugh at me?"
Shichijiro gritted his teeth, his face twisted in anger. Yet surrounded by the Seven-colored Light Ball, no one could see any change in his expression.
At this moment, a fourth competitor appeared.