The dispute between the Lu Race and the God of Death had caused quite a stir in the Hun City. The God of Death was in the limelight recently. How could the small Lu Race fight with the God of Death?
But behind the Lu Race stood the Lang Race. Maybe it was the Lang Race that wanted to stroke the God of Death's whiskers.
The Lang Race was a bit arrogant recently. It was mainly because they found a land of treasures. It was an ancient land of treasures. Not only were there many top level resources, but there were also many ancient relics.
This made the Lang Race's power grow. Recently, the major families of nearby universes didn't dare to provoke the Lang Race.
It was like the Lang Race had a sword. They could draw the sword and look around but they didn't have an opponent.
The Lu Race might have given the Lang Race an excuse. Maybe they didn't have to fight the God of Death, but they might want to show off their muscles.
Of course, these were just speculations. Nobody knew the specifics.
The city was quite lively. Some important people from nearby families came to watch the show. They wanted to see how the God of Death would deal with it.
Just last night, the southern branch of the God of Death sent out a letter to inform the Lu Race that the negotiation would be held tomorrow. The God of Death sent out an important person.
At the same time, the God of Death invited many founding patriarchs of major families to meet at the largest tavern in the city, the Wind Pavilion.
The Hun Race was invited as well. The Clan Leader of the Hun Race attached great importance to it. He was afraid that the God of Death would fight with the powerful warriors of the Lu Race and the Lang Race in the city. Therefore, he sent out a founding patriarch who was infinitely close to the consummate realm.
After the God of Death sent out the invitation, the city became lively that night. The news spread out. People in taverns and tea houses were talking about the negotiation the next day. What would be the outcome?
Which important person would the God of Death send?
Would a big shot come?
At noon the next day, before lunch time, the first and second floors of the Wind Pavilion were filled with warriors. They were all respectable warriors. Only warriors of the Emperor Realm were qualified to sit here.
There were also some taverns and restaurants near the Wind Pavilion. All of them were full of warriors.
There were at least tens of thousands of martial artists nearby, and they were all paying attention to this negotiation.
Several founding patriarchs of the God of Death came early to entertain the guests and arrange for order. The third floor of the Wind Pavilion was reserved. Warriors could not go there unless they were invited guests.
More and more guests came. Barking Feather went to greet them, but Lu Li did not come out.
After waiting for an hour, the experts of the Lu Clan arrived. They were three founding elders and all of them were late Saint Emperors.
The Lu Race were huge and their bodies were covered in muscles. Many parts of their bodies had long yellow fur, even on their faces and hands. They looked like savages. Their eyes were really big and filled with a fierce light.
Soon, the young master of the Lang Ding Tribe also arrived. He wore a pink robe and had a face as white as a woman's. He was handsome and looked very much like a human, but his temperament was clearly similar to that of a demon.
He had brought five elders with him, and he even had a beauty in his arms. His gaze was arrogant and cold, just like a peacock spreading its tail.
"Where are the important figures of your Grim Reaper?"
After the young master of the Lang Ding Tribe came over, he looked at Yu Ba coldly and said, "You're really putting on airs. Are you here to negotiate?
You don't have any sincerity at all. If you don't come in half an incense stick's time, we'll leave. "
An elder of the Lu Clan also said coldly, "What nonsense are you Grim Reapers talking about?
Tell your leader to come out now or we will leave right away! "
Yu Ba said lightly, "Don't be impatient. My lord will be here soon."
"Buzzing!"
With a glare, an old man with a white beard came out. The warriors sensed it and stood up to salute. A powerful warrior of the Hun Race who was infinitely close to the consummate realm was here.
"Lord Li!"
Many powerful warriors knew this Chief Elder of the Hun Race. This Lord Li seemed to be a nice guy with a kind countenance. He chatted with them for a while with a smile. Then, Yu Ba arranged for him to sit at the first seat on the left.
"Whoosh ~"
Right at that moment, from a castle in the distance, several men flew over and swaggered toward the Wind Pavilion.
The leader was Lu Li in a black brocade robe specially made for the Grim Reaper. There were golden lines on the robe and the badge of an inspector was on it.
Lu Li flew into the Wind Pavilion. All the warriors on the side of the Grim Reaper dropped to one knee and said, "Greetings, Inspector Lu!"
"Inspector?"
None of the warriors present had seen Lu Li's face or portrait. Therefore, they were all confused. When did the Grim Reaper have an inspector?
Lu Li turned to the Chief Elder of the Hun Race. He walked over, bowed and shouted, "Greetings, Lord Li!"
"What ~"
Before anyone could say anything from the pavilion, the people on the ground floor and in the taverns nearby were in an uproar. The name Lu Li seemed to have some kind of magic power that stirred up a commotion.
"Lu Li?"
More than a dozen patriarchs of different races were sitting in the pavilion of the Wind Pavilion. They were surprised that the Grim Reaper had a new inspector and it was Lu Li?
The most powerful assassin in the world, Youhuang!
Lu Li had defeated two major races on his own. Even though he didn't have a powerful qi and energy and he seemed to be at the Emperor Realm, none of the warriors at the Wind Pavilion dared to belittle him. Instead, they felt pressured by him. Even the Saint Emperors in the pavilion felt Lu Li was more pressured than the Chief Elder of the Hun Race.
Lu Li didn't look at the other warriors after he bowed. He didn't even pay attention to the young masters of the Lang Ding Race. He sat down at the host's seat. His eyes were sharp and sharp.
He glanced over and finally stopped at the Lu Race. He stared at the Chief Elder of the Lu Race and said, "What do you want to talk about?
I can negotiate on behalf of the Grim Reaper! "
A Chief Elder of the Lu Race felt he was overwhelmed by Lu Li and the tempo was under Lu Li's control. He was angry. He stood up and said, "Lu Li, a warrior of your Grim Reaper has killed our Patriarch!"
The Chief Elder of the Lu Race said with killing intent, "Either hand over the murderer, capture our traitor, or compensate us!
Or … the Lu Race will fight against your Grim Reaper! "
Lu Li reached out his hand. A maid served him a goblet of wine. Lu Li sipped slowly. Everyone was looking at him but he didn't care.
After he finished the wine, he spoke faintly, "You should know what we, the Grim Reaper, do. We only recognize celestial stones, and we will kill anyone who offers celestial stones.
The culprit has run away. Why don't you go after him? Why are you blaming us?
If you want us to catch the culprit, you can issue a task with celestial stones.
We don't think we have done anything wrong. So where are you going to talk about compensation?
As for fighting? "
Lu Li paused for a moment. He suddenly turned to the Chief Elder of the Lu Race and said, "If you want to fight, then you don't have to fight against the Grim Reaper. I, Lu Li, can play with the Lu Race alone.
How about … we have a fight first. You can kill me and then fight against the Grim Reaper. "
(End of this chapter)