Red Envelope Group of the Three Realms

“What?! All 12 Temple Guardians were defeated?! How is that possible?!”

Hundreds of mouths2 fell open.

Approximately 10 seconds ago, they were so certain that it was a sure win, and had busied themselves with singing Ximen Dingjun’s praises.

None of them had expected things to take such a horrible turn in such a short time!

“How… Why…”

Ximen Dingjun looked like he had just fallen all the way down from heaven to hell. He had been indulging in the people’s praises, drinking in all the admiration, but now, it was all coming back to him, slapping him in the face.

If it had not come from Old Meng’s own mouth, Ximen Dingjun would never have believed this to be true.

At the other end of the forest.

Dong Xiaowu’s exclaimed. “My god! This Beast Horde defeated all 12 of the Temple Guardians! Mr. Chen is still over there! I don’t think he’s going to make it!”

Miao Yiyue frowned. “Muyue! If we don’t go get Mr. Chen out of that place, he may not make it out alive!”

“Yeah! Muyue! Let’s go after Mr. Chen! If we wait any longer, none of us would dare make an appraoch!” Qin Luo and Wei Ruilong said.

As the person with the strongest strength among the group, Wenren Muyue, was very worried about Chen Xiaobei too.

But after a moment’s hesitation, Wenren Muyue shook her head with a heavy heart. “No! Let’s not do anything rash! Ximen Dingjun still has a guard with him! If I’m not mistaken, that person is Meng Qianshan!”

“Who is Meng Qianshan?” Wei Ruilong asked.

“I know him!” Dong Xiaowu said. “Meng Qianshan is a demigod! He’s the personal bodyguard that the Overlord had chosen personally to protect Ximen Dingjun! He’s been with the young lord since he was a child. He has never left his side!”

“A demigod?! My goodness!” Qin Luo nearly choked with surprise. “But those over 30 years of age are not allowed to join the Elite Hunting Competition! By bringing Meng Qianshan here, wouldn’t that be breaking the rules?”

“Rules?” Wenren Muyue sighed. “Have you forgotten who came up with the rules in the first place?”

“That means that Meng Qianshan can destroy the Beast Horde! Then it means that Ximen Dingjun will win first place!” Miao Yiyue wrung his hands around nervously.

“Right now, winning doesn’t matter anymore.” Wenren Muyue shook her head. “I only hope that Ximen Dingjun allows Meng Qianshan to fight the horde. Just as long as Mr. Chen is safe.”

“I…” Miao Yiyue cocked his head. “Muyue, what is it with you? Is that guy’s life more important than yours?”

“No…” Weren Muyue said softly. “If anything happens to Mr. Chen, and even if we get first place, no one can help me come up with a prescription for my illness!”

Miao Yiyue was suddenly silent.

Chen Xiaobei was the only person in all of the Northern Wilderness Starfield who could cure Wenren Muyue. If Chen Xiaobei died, it would mean that Wenren Muyue would also die with him!

Everyone’s gaze fell on Ximen Dingjun. His stride spoke of his intention.

“Ninth Young Lord! Give the orders now! If I don’t go out there, the 12 Temple Guardians will be no more!” Old Meng said.

Ximen Dingjun was an egocentric prick. “If you go, who is going to protect me? What if there’s another wave of Beast Horde? I’d be a dead man then!”

“No, that won’t happen,” said Old Meng. “I will only need half a minute, and I’ll be back with you! The 12 Temple Guardians have been loyal to you and protected you for more than a decade! Are you really going to let them die like that?”

“I…”

Ximen Dingjun seemed to have a change of mind. He looked around him, made sure there was no danger before agreeing reluctantly, “Go ahead then! Hurry up! This damned place is not the Temple Capital City! Heaven knows what might happen!”

“Your humble servant will do as you have commanded!”

Old Meng put one foot forward and he was immediately a few hundred meters away.

When the crowd saw this, they all exclaimed in surprise.

“Who knew that the Ninth Young Lord had such a frighteningly strong elite hidden in his pocket!”

“Great! The Beast Horde will be destroyed! Looks like we’ll get to survive another day!”

“Once the Beast Horde is defeated, we should get back to the safe zone. I cannot stand being here for another second!”

Everyone believed that the Old Meng could squash the Beast Horde.

Dong Xiaowu exhaled. “Muyue guessed correctly! Now that Meng Qianshan is fighting the Demonic Beasts, Mr. Chen can return safely!”

Muyue and the others nodded, relieved.

From afar, Chen Xiaobei also spotted Old Meng getting into action.

While the majority believed that Old Meng would win this fight, Chen Xiaobei thought otherwise.

The Zachara Grand Canyon Beast Horde was still fresh in his mind. Chen Xiaobei had personally witnessed the Demonic Beast’s ability to not only employ a brilliant plan, but to also coordinate multiple strategies!

Earlier on, they played dumb to take advantage of the 12 Temple Guardians.

They would definitely have other ploys to defuse Old Meng’s attack!

“What kind of manoeuvre would the Demonic Beasts use to ward off a demigod?”

Chen Xiaobei tensed up. He was on high alert, in combat mode, and not allowing himself to relax at all.

All of a sudden, the hundreds of Demonic Beasts who had just won a big victory, gave up on pursuing the last Temple guard, turned around and ran in the opposite direction!

“Wh… They ran away?” Chen Xiaobei watched in disbelief. He had thought that the Demonic Beasts had a trick up their sleeves to defeat a demigod. He did not expect them to run off like that!

“No! No way! The Demonic Beasts must have a plan!” Chen Xiaobei focused hard. Suddenly, his eyes widened. “I’ve got it! Since they can’t fight, they are running away from Old Meng while he’s still energetic! The Demonic Beasts must be trying to draw him away!”

Chen Xiaobei turned to look at where Ximen Dingjun was standing.

Rumble! Rumble!

Alas!

The ground beneath the young lord’s feet began to move, as if it was going to rip the land apart!

Ximen Dingjun was weak himself. The people with him, Lu Changwei’s lackeys, were just as weak as well.

An earthquake like this sent them into a panic, and it broke out into a riot.

“Help, Old Meng! Help!” Xiemen Dingjun let out a high pitched scream.

A pangolin the size of a small car dug its way out of the ground, swiftly flicked its tongue at Ximen Dingjun, wrapping it around him, turned around and disappeared back into the ground.

“Crap!” Old Meng was almost catching up to the Beast Horde, but he could not not turn back to rescue Ximen Dingjun.

If anything happened to the young lord, Old Meng will have to cash in his chips.

Whoosh!

Old Meng did not even hesitate when he launched himself into the giant hole in the ground, trailing the passage that the pangolin escaped into.

With Old Meng gone, the hundreds of people there were left vulnerable like chicks without their mother!

The Beast Horde that was running away now wheeled back around and charged towards them!