I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 751 - 534: Revenge and the Three-Dimensional Urban Network

Rift Soul Ice Valley

Within the grand mansion, an oppressive atmosphere hung heavy in the air.

"Military Lord, that is precisely what transpired."

The man clad in black stood with a palpable tremor, elaborating the events that unfolded in the satellite city with meticulous detail, omitting nothing.

Inzaghi Luoho occupied the primary seat, his gaze fixed intently on the unconscious Li Jingzhong lying on the floor, his eyes swirling with unspoken thoughts.

His intricate scheme could be viewed as a success from one perspective, yet a distinct failure from another.

The success lay in his manipulation, which successfully instigated a serious conflict between Qin Tian and Unol by using Li Jingzhong as a pawn, thereby forging an irreconcilable enmity between them.

The failure stemmed from Qin Tian's unnervingly sharp perception, as he instantly saw through the deceptions Inzaghi had so carefully constructed behind the scenes.

Given the inherent pride deeply embedded within the Beastman Royal Family's lineage, Unol likely harbored an extreme contempt for him at this very moment.

However, such animosity held minimal significance for Inzaghi.

What consequence did the Beastman Royal Family possess for him?

He, Inzaghi Luoho, was also of direct descent from the esteemed Luoho Clan, an awakened Tier Seven Asura possessing Holy Blood!

In terms of both identity and standing, he stood on equal footing with Unol.

Furthermore, this location was Mingwang Planet, his own domain.

Regardless of the depth of Unol's hatred, what actions could he possibly take within this territory?

What genuinely occupied his thoughts was the intense confrontation between Qin Tian and Unol.

According to the thorough report furnished by his subordinate, Qin Tian had subdued Unol with effortless grace.

After a mere handful of tentative maneuvers, Qin Tian had ultimately incapacitated Unol with a single decisive blow, leaving him utterly defenseless.

Inzaghi possessed a reasonable grasp of Unol’s combat capabilities; while not on par with his own, Unol, as a direct descendant of the formidable Eternal Ice Silkworm Clan, possessed immense bloodline potential and an undeniable combat prowess that commanded respect.

Had it been him in that situation, even if victory were attainable, he could not guarantee such a swift and overwhelming defeat of Unol without granting him any opportunity to counterattack.

Could it be... that Qin Tian's actual strength has indeed surpassed my own?

His fingertip unconsciously tightened its grip on the armrest, his mind thrown into disarray.

Who was he, after all?

A direct descendant of the Luoho Clan, an awakened Tier Seven Holy Blood Asura!

Since the commencement of his public presence, his adversaries had invariably been those of Holy Blood lineage at the same tier, and those so-called "prodigies" who lacked Holy Blood were nothing more than jesters in his eyes, hardly deserving of his attention.

Yet, here and now, reality had delivered a jarring blow.

Whether it was Qin Tian’s overwhelming display of martial skill as recounted by his subordinates, or the astonishing achievements Qin Tian had secured at the Ice God's relic, eclipsing all others with Holy Blood, every piece of evidence pointed to the fact that this "commoner," whom he had consistently belittled, whom he had perceived as merely Lin Xuanqing’s subordinate—Qin Tian—possessed a genuine strength that had already surpassed his own.

Setting aside the question of sheer power, Qin Tian currently occupied a position of paramount importance within the significant developmental project underway on Mingwang Planet, and the considerable attention he garnered from the Empire's leadership bestowed upon him an aura of invincibility. At this precise juncture, even if he harbored the desire to act against Qin Tian, his own clan would offer no support.

He could neither overpower Qin Tian in a contest of strength, nor could his clan provide any form of aid.

Upon reaching this realization, an indescribable sense of injustice and stubborn refusal, akin to a venomous vine, began to constrict his heart, causing his aura to grow even more frigid, as if it were actively lowering the temperature of the entire mansion by several degrees.

Opposite him, several individuals lowered their heads even further, scarcely daring to draw a full breath.

After a considerable silence…

Inzaghi Luoho’s voice emerged, rough and strained, "Escort him away. Ensure he does not perish."

"Understood!"

At these words, the assembled individuals, appearing as if suddenly released from a heavy burden, promptly carried the still-unconscious Li Jingzhong out of the chamber.

Once they had departed, Inzaghi Luoho rose to his feet, his sharp gaze penetrating the windowpane, fixing its direction towards the distant Ice Extreme Pass. His voice, imbued with an icy edge, declared:

"Qin Tian, revel not in your current triumph. No matter how resplendent your current acclaim may be, it is merely ephemeral. Once this current phase concludes, I shall personally ensure you comprehend that the Holy Blood Clans—cannot be subjected to insult."

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Monumental snowflakes swirled with abandon in the heavens, while a piercingly cold wind shrieked across the desolate, frozen landscape like legions of ice-sharp blades.

At the heart of the vast ice field, a few imposing figures, their forms distinctly belonging to Beastmen, stood in silent vigil. Snowflakes, thick and heavy, blanketed their shoulders as they gazed fixedly upon the central ice-blue Coccoon.

This Coccoon, reaching the height of two men, emanated a subtle phosphorescence from its surface. Intricate ice patterns, delicate and fine, glided languidly across the Coccoon's walls, giving the impression of life as it rhythmically pulsed. With every expansion, it seemed to draw in the tempestuous wind and snow, and the frigid air converged furiously into visible streams of white, absorbed voraciously by the Coccoon. Conversely, with each contraction, the luminescence of the Coccoon's surface intensified, and the clarity of the embedded ice patterns grew even more pronounced.

Precious moments ticked by amidst the relentless howling of the wind and snow. Several hours hence, the rhythmic pulsations emanating from the ice-blue Coccoon began to diminish in frequency.

"Crack—"

A sharp cracking noise broke the quiet of the desolate land.

A slender fissure appeared at the apex of the cocoon, soon followed by numerous cracks spreading across its surface like a spider's web.

As the fissures widened, the cocoon ceased its absorption of the wind and snow, instead exuding a chilling mist that caused the ambient temperature to drop dramatically.

The ice-blue silk forming the cocoon, as if possessing sentience, rapidly receded, flowing back towards the center like an ebbing tide through the widening gaps.

With the silk's retreat, the cocoon's walls grew progressively translucent and thin until they vanished entirely, revealing a towering figure standing firm.

Unol's eyes slowly fluttered open.

A piercing, cold light erupted from his ice-blue irises, his bearing now composed, utterly devoid of the prior helplessness and frailty.

He glanced down at his chest, where the gaping wound that had exposed bone was now completely gone, his skin pristine and even radiating a subtle luminescence.

Unol gradually rose to his feet. Witnessing this, the nearby Beastman guards swiftly approached, inquiring with evident worry: