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Chapter 570 - 264: The Killing Grounds Are Ready, Prey Enter the Arena!

While directing his team to set up the military tent they brought in a relatively open space at the edge of the camp, he whispered in a voice only a few could hear:

"The people from Deep Blue Heavy Industries... have really excavated a relic underground."

"What?!"

Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and the others were taken aback, looking at Fang Qingyu in astonishment.

"I’m not clear on the details, either."

Fang Qingyu skillfully fastened the alloy tent pegs, speaking calmly, "But Shen Zhou assured me that this relic can absolutely deceive. From the disguise of the entrance to the internal structure, even some ’ancient’ traces... they went to great lengths."

Then he paused, sweeping his gaze across the "busy" figures around him once again.

"And haven’t you noticed?"

"These people... they all look busy, preparing for the relic exploration..."

"But in reality, are they really busy with anything substantial?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Kuanglan and the others immediately took a closer look.

Those gathered around the campfire were loudly discussing repeatedly how formidable the Cold Qilin Martial Saint was back in the day, that there must be a Divine Weapon in the relic, and that the opportunity to break through to Tier Three was just before their eyes...

Everything exuded a sense of... deliberate fake busyness.

"Tsk..."

Chu Kuanglan drew in a sharp breath, showing a look of sudden realization and admiration on his face, "Damn! They’re really fucking professional! Acting as real as can be! This Deep Blue Heavy Industries, they’re definitely pros at intelligence gathering and acting!"

"They’ve put in the effort."

A trace of agreement swept across Wei Banmeng’s cold face as well.

Soon, the tent for Fang Qingyu’s team was set up.

They chose a relatively remote location, but with a good view, allowing them to observe most of the camp area and the must-pass path leading to the distant glacier.

Fang Qingyu did not enter the tent; instead, he sat cross-legged at its entrance, leaning against the cold tent wall.

With the hood of his cold-proof cloak pulled up, only a pair of melted-gold vertical pupils were exposed, like a leopard lurking in the shadows, his gaze calmly scanning the crowd bustling in the camp.

Every new entrant to the camp, their titles above their heads could not escape his notice.

The stage was set.

The actors were all in place.

The lighting, scenery, and atmosphere had all been pushed to their limits.

Now, they just waited for the most important protagonist to appear.

The wind and snow howled, and time quietly passed in waiting.

Before long, several new tents were set up on the open ground not far from Fang Qingyu’s team.

Shikong’s Team and Liu Hanyan’s Team had also arrived.

They still maintained their disguised, ordinary appearances, mixing inconspicuously among the crowd.

Shikong, donning a rough, fake wig like a simple mercenary, was directing his "subordinates" to set up the tent.

Liu Hanyan played the role of an ordinary-looking, slightly nervous female mercenary, with Liu Qingyan huddled beside her like a frightened little quail.

The two teams tacitly refrained from any eye contact or verbal exchanges with Fang Qingyu’s side.

As if they were just passersby meeting by chance.

After setting up their tents, they scattered as if they were ordinary Tier Two individuals.

Some patrolled the edges of the camp as guards, while others mingled next to other campfires, gathering information, perfectly blending into the noisy flow.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze passed over Shikong and Liu Hanyan without leaving a trace.

Everything was proceeding according to plan.

The daylight on the ice field was brief and gloomy, with the lead-grey sky seemingly always pressing overhead.

The commotion in the camp continued, with the bonfire dispersing the cold, seemingly also dispelling the last trace of doubt in people’s hearts.

Time seemed to become thick and prolonged amidst the waiting.

It was unknown how much time had passed...

Suddenly!

"The ruins have opened——!!!"

A shout filled with extreme joy, excitement, and even voice-breaking madness erupted like a thunderclap over the camp!

This shout seemed to press an invisible switch.

The entire bustling camp instantly fell into an eerie silence.

All the talking, clattering, engine roaring... all suddenly stopped at that moment.

The next second!

"Boom——!!!"

An indescribably dazzling golden light pillar suddenly shot up from a deep crevice in the massive glacier at the back of the camp.

The light pillar was immensely robust, carrying a magnificent divine power.

It instantly tore through the lead-grey sky, forcefully driving away the swirling blizzard!

The golden light poured down like a tangible substance.

It bathed the entire camp, illuminating every astonished, ecstatic, and greedy face with precise detail.

That light carried an indescribable ancient and majestic aura, as if a god who had slept for aeons had finally opened its eyes.

"It opened! It really opened!"

"The Martial Saint Ruins! It’s the aura of the Martial Saint Ruins!"

"Quick! Charge! The opportunity is right in front of us!"

"Move out of the way!"

After a brief silence, a more frenzied, hysterical eruption followed.

The crowd, like a powder keg set ablaze, completely boiled over.

All the guard efforts were thrown to the wind at this moment.

Greed and frenzy completely overruled reason.

Over a hundred martial artists, like sharks smelling blood, exploded at their fastest speed, roaring, shoving, and scrambling toward the direction where the light pillar was rising.

They surged toward the entrance of that icy crevice like madmen.

The scene instantly became a chaotic mess.

Fang Qingyu and the others immediately stood up.

However, Fang Qingyu’s gaze wasn’t captivated by the soaring golden light.

Instead, at the moment the golden light erupted, he first swept his gaze over every frenzied face around him.

Under the golden glow.

Everyone’s expressions were laid bare without concealment.