Chapter 174

Chapter 174: The Responses of Old Friends

"Is this Magic Clan… one of us?"

In the office area, Wind God asked, puzzled.

After all, they were openly giving away treasures on the battlefield; doesn’t that make their identity clear?

But why do it in such a public way on the battlefield?

Wouldn’t it be better to do it secretly?

"No," Star God shook his head, "and it can’t be. So, we can only say that the Magic Clan’s way of thinking is a bit off."

Hearing this, Wind God thought for a moment and said, "Like Brother God of Fighting?"

"Though it’s not quite accurate, you can think of it that way."

"I see."

"Good. Just don’t let God of Fighting know about our conversation today."

"Alright."

After speaking, Wind God quickly stuffed some chips into his mouth.

A snack to calm his nerves!

After all, it was his first time seeing someone so generously giving treasures to the enemy, and judging by God of Theater’s expression, he was probably grinning from ear to ear.

"God of Martial Arts, don’t you think God of Theater has been unusually lucky this time?"

Star God whispered while watching the battlefield projection.

At that moment, God of Freedom was still there, so some things couldn’t be said openly.

"Are you talking about… that dragon?"

Su Wen’s eyes flickered as he replied mentally.

"Yes."

Star God said softly, "After all, that dragon is still trapped in God of Theater’s Theater World."

"If it really has luck, then after you absorb its Dragon Ball, the luck should return to you."

"But there should still be some remnants left with it."

"And since the luck is yours and has already returned, and God of Theater is on our side, if the luck can be judged in the mysterious realm, it would likely consider God of Theater as one of us."

"Then, it starts to work, allowing God of Theater to reap this huge reward!"

As he spoke, Star God paused and then added, "Speaking of which, didn’t Ao Xiu say that his father faced misfortune soon after abandoning his wife and child?"

"This is clearly the luck rebounding!"

"So the residual luck on Ao Xiu must be positioning itself to see God of Theater as one of its own."

"Otherwise, not only would God of Theater miss out on this big reward, but he might also suffer a rebounding of luck!"

A look of understanding flashed in Su Wen’s eyes; now he got it!

He wondered how the God of Theater managed to score such a massive haul this time.

The Celestial Prison Lord from the Magic Clan had brought out so many treasures, and during the fight, he just kept handing them out one after another—it didn’t add up, did it?

But if luck from the mysterious realm was at play, then it all made sense!

When luck’s on your side, treasures practically knock on your door while you’re napping, and even a casual stroll outside can lead to a windfall.

When it comes to matters of fortune, logic just flies out the window.

"The Magic Clan folks finally caught on that something’s off," the Star God remarked, watching the battlefield projection. "Out of nowhere, three Emperor Level powerhouses showed up!"

Su Wen gave a slight nod. "Yeah, that’s triple the attack range we’ve got to deal with now."

The God of Freedom shot Su Wen a sideways glance. For some reason, this newly awakened God of Martial Arts struck her as a bit odd.

The Star God and the others seemed to treat the God of Martial Arts normally, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Sure, the atmosphere in Huaxia was friendly, but wasn’t this a little *too* friendly?

…

Outside the Snow Soul Realm.

"Rise!"

The God of Theater sensed three Emperor Level auras closing in and, with a thought, summoned a thick gray mist from the Theater World.

In an instant, the mist blanketed the area.

They’d finally stumbled upon a rich fool—no way they’d let anyone interfere so quickly.

Besides, he’d already declared that the Celestial Prison Lord wouldn’t make it out alive today.

So, no matter who showed up, it wouldn’t change a thing.

Once they’d drained the guy of his treasures, that’d be the end of him.

"Damn it!"

An old woman appeared nearby, clad in black robes, with nine beads orbiting behind her and a face painted in horrifying makeup.

Two other powerful figures—a man and a woman—stood beside her.

With the Celestial Prison Lord already trapped in the Theater World, that made four Emperor Level beings from the Magic Clan on the scene.

"My old friends, I humbly ask for your aid!" the old woman said, turning and cupping her hands in a respectful gesture.

She knew full well the God of Theater’s strength. The three of them alone couldn’t hope to break through his defenses.

A divine power like this, infused with the essence of a world, was easiest to dismantle from within.

But seeing how the Celestial Prison Lord was being toyed with, they couldn’t count on him to break free from inside.

Luckily, she had plenty of connections.

She could even sense the consciousness of a few old friends lingering nearby, clearly keeping an eye on the battle.

If she and her allies pooled their strength and unleashed the power of some top-tier treasures, they might not shatter the God of Theater’s divine power completely, but they could at least create a small opening for the Celestial Prison Lord to escape.

After all, the real situation hasn’t fully unfolded yet, so there’s no need to go head-to-head with the God of Theater here.

Even if the God of Theater were to fall eventually, imagine the casualties the Magic Clan would suffer!

Just think about it, at least two or three Emperor Level beings would probably perish on the spot, right?

If things go south, they might even drop from the pinnacle of the Arrow Realm to the mundane world.

So, let’s just drop it!

Let’s consider today’s skirmish as a small loss for the Magic Clan, and as long as we rescue that guy from the Celestial Prison, it’s enough.

Those treasures can stay with the God of Theater for a while; it’s no big deal.

After all, whatever treasures the God of Theater took today will eventually be returned with interest!

In the end, the Magic Clan isn’t short of those two or three treasures; if they really need them, they can just take them from other races or have their subordinate clans offer them up, right?

Aren’t there a couple of treasures within the Snow Spirit Clan?

If they demand them, who would dare to resist?

But the reality turned out to be a bit different from what the old woman expected.

After she sent out her invitations, none of her old friends showed up.

Not even a single consciousness avatar appeared; it was as if they hadn’t heard her invitation at all and had no clue what she was talking about.

"Ha…"

The old woman let out a sigh and closed her eyes to carefully sense her surroundings.

She began to suspect that the God of Theater might have set up some kind of perception-blocking mechanism nearby.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a powerful aura burst forth from behind the old woman, pressing forward like that of a creator, directly destroying many of the Snow Spirit Clan’s nearby setups.

"My friends!"

"Please come and help!"

The old woman’s voice echoed around, infused with the terrifying power of the Emperor Level, quickly spreading far and wide.

This time, she was sure her message would get through.

Her friends would arrive soon!

By then, this pointless struggle would come to an end!

After a long while, the entire void area remained calm and still, without a hint of change.

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What’s going on?

Where did things go wrong?