The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 214: Fifth Team

This time, there was no one next to Ye Qingtian, so he could finally find some peace.

As he closed his eyes to rest, he heard people behind using a secret technique to communicate.

To his right were a man and a woman, both of ordinary appearance, easily lost in a crowd.

"Thirteen, what a pity. Ye Xiaoyao entered Demon Island but ultimately never returned!"

The man sighed.

"Ah! Ye Xiaoyao is indeed young and energetic, but ultimately he is Huaxia Martial Arts Dao’s future hope! Number One was even hoping he’d join us!"

The woman also looked troubled.

The man nodded, "Yes, that’s right. Internationally, people only know about the Huaxia Celestial Dragon Special Forces and the Military God Ling Zhantian. Little do they know about the Fifth Team! If Ye Xiaoyao were not dead, Number One planned to groom him as a successor."

"Number One even said that if he didn’t join, they’d forcibly bring him over!"

The girl laughed.

"The Fifth Team, huh?"

Ye Qingtian’s lips curled into a smirk; he had heard of Huaxia having a Fifth Team, shrouded in mystery and terrifyingly powerful.

It’s filled with countless unique talents, including top-tier martial arts experts.

Unexpectedly, he encountered them here, with talks of Number One wanting to capture him.

Ye Qingtian meticulously sensed that these two were not martial artists but rather superpower users with extraordinary abilities.

Elite superpower users are no less formidable than martial artists.

"Thirteen, just how strong do you think Ye Xiaoyao was for Number One to value him so highly?"

The man inquired.

Thirteen shook his head, "Surely above us, but he wouldn’t stand a chance against Number One. At the end of the day, Number One is at the same level as the Pavilion Master of Wangyue Pavilion, Young Master Wu Chen!"

...

Ye Qingtian paid no attention, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

After an unknown long period, Ye Qingtian suddenly opened his eyes, sensing a terrifying fluctuation of power in the air.

"Hmm? Demonic Qi?"

Ye Qingtian perceptively sensed the Demonic Qi coming from Demon Island.

Ah yes, the Black Magic Box.

Ye Qingtian unleashed the Netherworld Forbidden Technique to trace the source of this power.

But the source vanished quickly, and Ye Qingtian could only track to the direction of Tianjing City.

"Boom!"

The force erupted and swept directly towards the plane.

"Not good!"

Thirteen and Twelve from the Fifth Team became alert at that moment of impact.

But that bone-chilling force was beyond their imagination and completely irresistible.

"The plane’s going to crash!"

Despite quick reflexes, the duo was ultimately a step too late.

"Boom..."

The plane seemed to suffer the same fate as if Gong Gong crashed into Buzhou Mountain, encountering a massive impact that knocked the plane off course.

This collision was so horrifying that the pilot and crew had no time to react.

At the moment of impact, everyone’s minds went blank.

The shadow of death loomed over everyone.

The true reaper had arrived!

The two experts from the Fifth Team were in despair, realizing that before this force, the only outcome was being destroyed with the plane.

Just as everyone braced for death, the plane steadied; apart from some damage to the wings, the plane was unharmed.

"Did we survive?"

Everyone was in utter shock, knowing that such an impact should have been annihilating.

"Ah? What’s going on? The plane is still intact?"

The two top experts from the Fifth Team were baffled, unable to comprehend.

Thirteen furrowed his brow, "Twelve, this isn’t right. You should gauge the strength of that force; entirely comparable to Number One’s strike, it’s assured the plane would be destroyed."

"No, you’re suggesting someone dissipated that force?"

Twelve was repeatedly stunned.

"It seems that way to me. Otherwise, how would we have survived?"

Thirteen affirmed.

The two began searching around the cabin but found nothing.

"Stop searching. Whoever had the ability to dissipate the force wouldn’t let us discover them."

Thirteen declared.

"Indeed, we should hurry to report this to Number One."

Twelve looked grave.

About an hour later, the plane landed in Tianjing.

When it reappeared, Ye Qingtian was at a vacation hotel in Tianjing.

Across from him sat a woman, possessing beauty and physique no less than fashion week models, perhaps even surpassing.

Especially her eyes, which seemed capable of speaking, bewitching and captivating.

Adele, once the top ace intelligence agent of a certain nation, collecting intel, assassinations, and sabotage, top-tier worldwide.

"How did our old friend fare?"

Ye Qingtian asked.

Adele’s lips curved into a smile, "Old friends meet, you don’t want to chat about anything else? Straight to business?"

"Wasn’t it like this before?"

Ye Qingtian retorted.

Adele paused, finding herself without a response.

"Still need some time, upon investigation huge problems arose. There are many issues, even involving a mastermind. Someone’s pulling the strings."

Adele shrugged helplessly.

"Alright, continue with your investigation."

Ye Qingtian promptly departed.

He planned to probe the source of the force affecting the plane.

Standing atop a certain mountain peak, Ye Qingtian used the Netherworld Forbidden Technique again.

In an instant, heaven and earth reversed, mountains and rivers shifted, time froze, space locked.

The entire Tianjing City transformed in Ye Qingtian’s vision, seemingly into coordinate points, leaving nothing concealed.

At that moment, Ye Qingtian saw many secrets of Tianjing City.

But he was utterly uninterested in them.

He even saw Twelve and Thirteen from the Fifth Team whom he had encountered aboard the plane, alongside another formidable figure, presumably Number One.

Ye Qingtian glanced over them, continuing his search.

But from beginning to end, he failed to locate the source of the force.

"Hmm?"

"What is this place?"

Upon encountering a certain area, Ye Qingtian surprisingly found himself blocked, unable to probe further.

"I should go take a look and see what’s happening!"

Ye Qingtian retracted the Netherworld Forbidden Technique.

In the blink of an eye, everything reverted to normal.

"Phew!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if waking from a dream.

In a certain mountain villa in Tianjing.

Standing before Twelve and Thirteen was a middle-aged man, towering in stature, exuding a dragon-like presence, his visage chiseled with grit.

At this moment, beads of sweat formed on the man’s forehead.

"Originally, I thought Ye Fengtian’s words were merely speculation, but now it appears this great power has surfaced."

Fifth Team’s Number One spoke with deep apprehension.

"Ah? Number One, you mean the commotion just now..."

Twelve and Thirteen’s expressions turned solemn.

Number One seriously acknowledged, "Did you both feel like someone was watching you earlier? That may very well have been an earth-shattering power using supernatural measures!"

"Ah? Number One, could this be related to the force we encountered?"

Thirteen curiously inquired, swiftly connecting the dots.

Number One nodded, "It should be the same person, I felt that force too."