Chapter 277 The Unscrupulous Young Daoist

"For now, there are no enemies above the Quasi-King level detected."

Xiao Hanyi listened to his subordinate's reply and pondered in silence.

Even Bai Zhanlong frowned and said, "Why aren't there any Undead race members above Quasi-King appearing? This shouldn't be the case. Enes Johnson's two foolish sons are there, so there should be some Undead powerhouses following them."

Xiao Hanyi agreed with his elder brother-in-law and then asked the leader of the black-clothed men again, "Is it possible that the enemy is hiding, and you haven't discovered them?"

The black-clothed man thought carefully for a moment and said, "Young Master, all four of us group leaders are at the peak of the Quasi-King realm. If they could hide from our detection, their lowest cultivation would have to be at the peak of a clan-protecting Quasi-King, or they would have to be a King. Otherwise, we wouldn't have failed to detect them."

Xiao Hanyi, with a rare expression of toothache, said, "Do we still have any Kings in our family in the American Special Zone?"

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong sighed and shook his head, "Don't look at me. All our experts above Quasi-King have been recruited by Lin Lao Hei. Now, our base only has one King guarding it."

"Young Master, rest assured, our Lou Wai Lou still has a King in America. He has received the news and is rushing here."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hanyi was instantly relieved.

"That's good. When will our King ancestor be able to arrive?"

The leader of the black-clothed men calculated and said, "At the earliest, it will take another 8 hours."

Xiao Hanyi stared at the leader of the black-clothed men with a look of utter bewilderment.

"Are you sure it's 8 hours? Is our ancestor crawling here? 8 hours is enough for a King ancestor to fly to China and back twice."

The leader of the black-clothed men looked embarrassed and said, "Our ancestor is currently trapped in a tomb. The organization discovered an ancient tomb from 2000 years ago in the depths of the continent of America. Our ancestor happens to have a special fondness for ancient tombs, so he went to take a look."

He Dazhuang, upon hearing this, immediately interjected, "Holy crap, your family's ancestor isn't the one who formed the Tomb Robber's Guild, is he? Elder Dian Wei, who is by Lin Lao Hei's side, is still looking for him everywhere. I heard that this ancestor of yours flirted with someone's wife back then, and then got surrounded. He abandoned Elder Dian Wei and ran off. Elder Dian Wei still wants to have a good talk with him."

Xiao Hanyi looked at the leader of the black-clothed men with a serious expression, as if to say: Is what He Dahu said true? Could our ancestor really be the one who founded the legacy of Cao Wei?

The leader of the black-clothed men saw Xiao Hanyi's serious gaze and could only nod with difficulty, "Whether he is that ancestor or not, I don't know. But our current ancestor, besides tomb raiding, does indeed like to stare at other people's wives."

"Holy crap, you immediately contact this ancestor. After the ancient tomb is dug up, don't wander around aimlessly, and hurry back to China to lie low."

Xiao Hanyi said with a helpless expression.

Then he looked at He Dazhuang and said, "Dahu, what do we do this time? Without a King ancestor to protect us, you know the consequences. Once we're captured, the best we can hope for is that our captors don't kill us."

He Dazhuang shook his head and said, "Don't look at me. Our family only has Elder Blood Tiger, who is a King, and he's gone to the foot of Changbai Mountain to suppress the spatial rift. If all else fails, we can go back. At most, I'll get beaten up by my eighth uncle again. He can't possibly kill me, can he?"

The leader of the black-clothed men tugged at Xiao Hanyi's sleeve and said, "Young Master, you don't need to worry about this. Elder Lin Xiang from the Lin family, along with Lin Jiu, Lin Shi, and Lin Shisan, are secretly protecting you with these three teams."

"Go to hell, you motherf***er.

The little Taoist priest on the Myriad Races Battlefield: "Achoo, who's thinking of me again? It must be my lovely Ya'er thinking of me." ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶