The Ten Thousand Martial City was shrouded in dark clouds for several days in a row, as if a huge storm was coming.
The Emperor secretly met with Zhang Xing. After a long discussion, Zhang Xing rejected the Emperor's gift. In the end, the Emperor had no choice but to respect Zhang Xing's decision.
Following that, the Array Master Guild, Alchemist Guild, Beast Hall, Blacksmith Guild, Magician Guild, the second super clan, a dozen first-rate clans, and all the second-rate clans sent people to deliver things that they thought could help Zhang Xing.
For example, Rank 6 Earth Dragons, Array Disks, Emperor Artifacts, herbs, and so on.
Zhang Xing was deeply moved and expressed his gratitude.
Of course, he was still able to tell how many of them were sincere and how many of them were reluctant to do so.
However, Zhang Xing did not accept their gifts. It was not that Zhang Xing was arrogant and thought that he could win with his current strength.
Rather, it was that the things they sent were not useful.
One morning, Old Man Pratt walked into the secret room with a worried expression.
Not long after, Zhang Xing opened the formation and invited Pratt in.
"Zhang Xing, according to the report, Crown Prince Zhu En has led a large group of people to attack our Ten Thousand Martial City."
Pratt had wanted to inform Zhang Xing last night, but it was already past midnight, so he did not disturb him. Moreover, it was already so late, so a few more hours would not make a difference.
"Oh, they're quite fast."
Zhang Xing smiled faintly, not showing the slightest trace of panic.
"Old Man, how many people do they have?"
Zhang Xing continued.
"Thirty Rank 7 Flying Dragons, about two hundred Rank 6 Flying Dragons, and at least six Venerable Realm experts."
"Sigh!
It seems that Crown Prince Zhu En is determined to win! "
Pratt frowned and sighed.
"Thirty Rank 7 Flying Dragons?"
Zhang Xing chuckled, "They really think highly of me. This force is enough to sweep through the entire Ten Thousand Martial Kingdom."
"However, they can't make me afraid. Since they dared to come, there's no need for them to go back."
Hearing Zhang Xing's confident tone, Pratt's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly had a strange feeling, but he couldn't tell what it was.
It was as if he had been affected by Zhang Xing's emotions. He had no doubt that if Zhang Xing was depressed, agitated, or fearful at this moment, he would also feel the same.
That shouldn't be the case. He's a Half-step Exalt Realm expert. Even if a true Exalt Realm expert was here, it would be impossible for that expert to affect his emotions.
Moreover, Zhang Xing was only a rudimentary Ruler.
This was somewhat inconceivable. The thought flashed through his mind and was quickly swept away by him. In the face of a great enemy, it was not the time to think about such things.
Even his granddaughter Na Bao's miraculous advancement by three levels was diluted by the current haze.
He knew that Zhang Xing was a magical young man. He was a person who always created miracles. Often, when others did not think highly of him, he would easily make people's eyeballs pop out.
Similarly, no one thought highly of the crisis this time. Rumors were flying everywhere, and there were all kinds of rumors.
Most of the rumors said that Zhang Xing was done for and dead for sure.
Especially those who hated Zhang Xing to the bone. They were more excited than anyone else and could not wait for Zhang Xing to be killed by Crown Prince Zhu En.
They could not wait to set off firecrackers right now to celebrate in advance that the mountain pressing down on them had collapsed and that they would no longer be oppressed!