"Let's go! Follow me to see the leader!"
There was a hint of unquestionable determination in Long Xingyu's voice, and the palm that was holding Long Xinghan's arm was as hard as an iron clamp.
His mood at this moment can no longer be described as simple excitement.
It was as if one had been suppressed in darkness for hundreds of years and suddenly saw the ecstasy and trembling of the dawn.
"Brother, brother! Slow down!"
"Image, pay attention to the image of the Alliance Vice Palace Master!"
Long Xinghan was pulled by him and staggered, shouting non-stop.
The wind on the top of the holy city was so strong that it made the two men's robes rustle.
However, Long Xingyu seemed not to hear anything. His body was as fast as lightning, and he almost dragged Long Xinghan through the misty palace.
The temple guards along the way only saw a flash before their eyes, and two figures had already passed by, and the strong wind brought by them made their cheeks hurt.
The guards looked at each other in horror.
That's Long Xingyu!
The legend of the Punishment Knight, his unchanging icy face, had you ever seen him behave so mischievously?
"Oh, brother, you are going to break my arm!" Long Xinghan grinned, but he was very happy in his heart.
This is exactly the effect he wants.
This is the only way to easily divert his brother Long Xingyu's attention and prevent him from dwelling on his disappearance.
Soon, the two of them rushed to the core meeting room of the Holy Alliance headquarters.
"Alliance Leader! Xingyu needs to see you regarding something extremely urgent!"
Long Xingyu's voice was as loud as a bell, penetrating the heavy palace door and echoing in the empty hall.
After a moment, a gentle yet dignified voice came out: "It's Xingyu, come in."
The palace door slid open silently to both sides, revealing the ancient and solemn scene inside.
An old man wearing a simple white robe, with white hair and beard, but with a face as vigorous as that of a middle-aged man, was sitting upright on the main seat.
He is the helmsman of the Temple Alliance and the master of the Knights Temple, Yang Haohan.
Seeing Long Xingyu's anxious look and Long Xinghan who was dragged behind him and looked a little embarrassed, a hint of surprise flashed in Yang Haohan's eyes.
"Xingyu, why are you so panicked?"
Long Xingyu didn't say a word and took two steps forward.
He placed the bottle containing the divine source on the table in front of Yang Haohan with a "bang".
The movement was so big that Long Xinghan even worried about the bottle.
"Alliance leader, please look at this!"
Yang Haohan's gaze fell on the colorful liquid flowing in the bottle, and his brows raised slightly.
With his level of cultivation, he could naturally feel the incredibly pure breath of life and spiritual energy contained therein.
He looked at Long Xinghan in confusion, then at Long Xingyu who looked excited.
Following Long Xingyu's anxious look, Yang Haohan opened the bottle cork hesitantly.
In an instant, an aura more fragrant than the most mellow wine and purer than the most sacred holy light instantly filled the entire hall.
Yang Haohan, the veteran ninth-level expert.
Just by taking a breath of the escaping fragrance, he felt that the spiritual power that had been dormant in his body for a long time suddenly cheered up like a long drought finally ending in rain.
His face changed drastically and he could no longer remain calm.
He carefully used his spiritual power to draw out a strand of colorful mist thinner than a hair and took it into his body.
"boom--!"
Yang Haohan's body shook violently, his eyes widened, and an unprecedented brilliance burst out from his turbid old eyes.
An abnormal blush appeared on that calm face.
Just a trace.
His total spiritual power, which had not increased at all in the past few years, actually... actually jumped up by nearly a hundred points!
This is simply a miracle!
"This thing…this thing…" Yang Haohan's voice was trembling. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Long Xingyu, "Xingyu, where did this thing come from?!"
At Long Xingyu's eye signal, Long Xinghan repeated the speech he had prepared long ago.
After hearing this, Yang Haohan's breathing became heavier. He held the bottle tightly and paced back and forth in the hall.
After a long time, he suddenly stopped.
"Pass on my order!" Yang Haohan's voice was sonorous and powerful. "Use the highest-level summons from the Holy Alliance to summon the masters of the five major temples: Magic, Warrior, Soul, Assassin, and Priest. Meet in the secret room of the Holy City immediately!"
"No mistakes!"
The highest level call!
Once this order is issued, it means that something major has happened that is enough to shake the survival of the entire human race.
…
In the holy city, deep underground, there is a spacious secret room built of special rocks that is isolated from all detection.
Eight chairs were neatly arranged around a huge black round table.
At this moment, eight figures have taken their seats.
Each of them is a big shot in the Holy Demon Continent who can shake the whole area with just a stomp of his foot.
Leader of the Holy Alliance, Lord of the Knights Temple, Yang Haohan.
The master of the Magic Temple, Li Zhengzhi.
The master of the Warrior Temple, Qiu Yonghao.
The master of the Soul Temple, Chen Hongyu.
The leader of the Assassin's Temple, Shengyue.
The master of the Priest Temple, Ling Xiao.
And the twin stars of the Knights Templar, Long Xingyu and Long Xinghan.
The atmosphere in the secret room was extremely solemn.
Several hall masters were summoned with an extremely urgent order while they were handling important matters in the hall, and their hearts were filled with doubts and solemnity.
Yang Haohan looked around and saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together and placed them on the round table.
"Everyone is here now. Without further ado, Xinghan, please explain the situation of the 'Divine Source' to the various hall masters."
Long Xinghan nodded and stood up.
Under the gaze of the seven top masters of the continent, he showed no sign of stage fright and spoke the words he had already memorized.
Finally, he emphasized his tone and said word by word:
"...The most crucial thing is, according to my speculation, if we have one kilogram of divine source, it will be enough to increase our spiritual power by 100,000 points out of thin air!"
As soon as the words fell, the secret room fell into complete silence.
You can hear a pin drop.
"puff--"
Li Zhengzhi, the most hot-tempered leader of the Warrior Temple, spat out a mouthful of tea.
He stared with eyes as big as copper bells and roared in disbelief: "What? One hundred thousand spiritual power points?"
Boy from the Long family, you are not kidding, right?"
"Do you know what 100,000 spiritual power points mean?"
The other hall masters also looked absurd and shocked.
This is too much exaggeration!
Long Xinghan simply nodded calmly and smiled, "My elder brother, Long Xingyu, and the Alliance Leader can both testify for me on this matter."
Swish!
Everyone's attention instantly focused on Long Xingyu and Yang Haohan.
Long Xingyu's icy face was now filled with solemnity. He said in a deep voice, "Every word Xinghan said is true. The leader and I have personally verified it."
Yang Haohan directly took out the small bottle of divine source and pushed it to the center of the round table.
"If you don't believe it, you can verify it yourself."
Li Zhengzhi was the first one who couldn't sit still. He stretched out his dry hand and carefully used magic to draw out a wisp of mist.
The next moment, the helmsman of the Magic Temple suddenly jumped up from his chair.
His robe fluttered in the wind, his white hair stood on end, and his eyes shone with a terrifying magical light.
"Oh my god! A divine object! It's truly a divine object!"
After Li Zhengzhi's "performance", others no longer had any doubts and came forward to verify.
After experiencing it, Qiu Yonghao was so excited that his face turned red, his muscles were knotted, and he almost crushed the armrest of the seat.
Chen Hongyu closed his eyes tightly, and opened them after a moment, with an expression of indelible shock in his eyes.
Sheng Yue and Ling Xiao were also moved and could not speak for a long time.
For a moment, the only sound in the entire secret room was heavy breathing.
These palace masters, who have seen many storms, now behave like a group of children seeing candy for the first time.
After a long time, Chen Hongyu, the calmest master of the Soul Temple,
Raising his head, his deep eyes, which seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, were fixed on Long Xinghan.
He asked a key question that everyone present wanted to ask but did not dare to ask.
"Xinghan, this divine source...how much have you obtained?"
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
Long Xinghan faced seven gazes that were so hot that they could almost melt him, smiled slightly, and slowly extended a finger.
Chen Hongyu's breathing stagnated, and he asked tentatively, "One pound?"
One jin, although not much, is enough to create a ninth-level strongman, which is already a great achievement.
Long Xinghan smiled and shook his head.
Not one pound?
Everyone was delighted. Could it be...
Chen Hongyu's voice trembled slightly: "...Ten pounds?"
Ten pounds!
That is enough to allow ten peak eighth-level warriors to reach the sky in one step.
It is enough to completely change the situation on the regional battlefield!
However, Long Xinghan still smiled and shook his head slowly.
The atmosphere in the secret room has changed from solemn to fanatical.
"Could it be... one hundred pounds?"
Li Zhengzhi, who had the quickest temper, could no longer bear it. He stood up suddenly and knocked the chair to the ground.
One hundred pounds?
This number made everyone, including Long Xingyu, feel dizzy.
What does that mean?
That is a terrifying resource that is enough to change the course of the war!
But what made their hearts almost stop was that in the face of this earth-shattering number, Long Xinghan actually shook his head again.
He withdrew his finger, faced the seven stunned faces, and dropped a bombshell that would go down in history.
"It's one thousand pounds."
Long Xinghan reported one tenth of his divine source reserves.
"Boom!"
It was like a divine thunder from the nine heavens, exploding in the minds of the six hall masters, no, seven, including the instigator Long Xingyu!
One... one thousand pounds?
Long Xingyu felt dizzy. He looked at his younger brother, whom he had grown up with, and felt that he was such a stranger.
He thought that ten or a hundred kilograms was the limit, but he never expected...
The entire secret room was dead silent.
Everyone was shocked by this number and their souls flew away.
"God…God bless our human race!"
After an unknown amount of time, a cry with a crying tone broke the silence.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the leader of the Holy Alliance, Yang Haohan, the old man who had protected the human race, was shaking violently at this moment.
Tears streamed down his face and he sobbed uncontrollably.
One thousand pounds of divine source!
That is enough to form a hundred ninth-level peak warriors!
One hundred!
Not to mention the seventy-two demon gods, even if the Demon King himself came, facing a hundred ninth-order peak human warriors, he would have to retreat and even shed blood!
Thousands of years of struggle, thousands of years of blood and tears, countless sacrifices and hopes of our ancestors...
At this moment, they finally saw the dawn of victory!
After a while.
Yang Haohan wiped away his tears abruptly, straightened his clothes, and looked extremely solemn.
He stood up first and performed an extremely standard and solemn knight's salute to Long Xinghan.
Next came Li Zhengzhi, Qiu Yonghao, Chen Hongyu, Sheng Yue, Ling Xiao, the five hall masters representing the highest power of the human race, and Long Xingyu.
They also stood up in unison, with solemn expressions and uniform movements.
He bowed deeply to the thin young figure beside the round table and performed a knight's salute, which represented the highest respect.
"Xinghan!"
The seven people spoke in unison, their voices filled with endless gratitude and excitement, forming a torrent that surged in the secret room.
"Please accept this gift from us!"
"You! Are the hero of our human race!"