923 Agreemen

Just as the various influences were secretly coming up with conjectures regarding Grade's situation...

In the conference, Qin Wang kept on trying to persuade Grade to calm down. From the side, the Witch of Trepidation watched them coldly. Her eyes were flashing with contempt.

'This is just a lunatic, a monster. You people from the Gray Army think that you'll be able to control him?'

Faced with Qin Wang's explanations and persuasions, the black figure became increasing savage-looking as it let out loud cries. The black air currents also became darker and darker like splattering ink.

"Lord Grade, please remain calm. You can't resolve the problem like this."

"Remain calm?" The black figure bellowed, "Try having several hundreds people quarreling in your head everyday. We'll see if you can remain calm then!"

As Grade bellowed out, the black air currents turned into violent gales that descended from the sky and gushed out toward Qin Wang directly.

This commander from the Black Army—a monster formed from having countless human consciousness engulfing each other—could not hold back anymore and made his move.

Looking at the surging black air currents, Qin Wang frowned and slapped out a palm. Gray light formed a huge hand, colliding fiercely with the black air currents.

However, with this collision, their differences were made clear immediately. The huge gray hand immediately broke apart, and Qin Wang was forced to retreat five consecutive steps. With each step he took backward, his countenance became a little paler, and his spirit and will weakened as well.

After five steps, his countenance had became as pale as a piece of paper, and his expression was extremely grim.

It was because streams of black air currents were howling wildly before him, turning into countless human figures that gushed out toward him. It was as if a myriad of howling ghosts and spirits had descended.

Qin Wang's countenance changed. He knew that this person was really enraged, and streams of gray light rose up. They filled up every inch of space within a range of 100 meters, controlling all the molecular movements.

At this moment, Qin Wang was like the King of all the gods that controlled the entire world. The motion of all matter in the world seemed to be under his control.

Following this, faced with the countless ghostly figures, Qin Wang put on a stance where he used one hand to stop everything.

In that instant, all the black ghostly figures came to a standstill in midair, unable to move. They were like flies that had been encased in amber.

Even the black auras that filled up the sky seemed to have come to standstill within these 100 meters, stopping all of their movements like time had stopped.

Everyone present appeared astonished at the sight of this scene.

The Witch of Trepidation's countenance also changed. 'This is Hui He's ultimate move—The World Abides to the Heart. To think that Qin Wang has become so powerful...? Such means is comparable to the moves of the Commanders from the White Army and Red Army.'

The Gold Army's Commander Edward, who was in the space station, appeared slightly surprised as well. He said calmly, "Interesting."

In the Despair Mountain Range, the King of Trepidation let out a cold snort. "They're lucky. But this will only infuriate Grade further."

Countless people saw through the television broadcast that as Qin Wang put out his hand, it seemed that everything in the world had come to a standstill. They gasped at the sight of this strange scene.

However, Qin Wang's expression did not appear relaxed. After performing The World Abides to the Heart, his complexion became increasingly worse, and cold sweat kept on dripping off from his forehead.

Under his control, the black air currents kept on struggling, and some of them even started to tremble slightly. Qin Wang could clearly sense the surging fury coming from them.

At the next moment, two trickles of blood flowed down from Qin Wang's eyes. With a stifled snort, he retreated repeatedly, and the space that had come to a standstill returned to normal. The myriad of black air currents came smashing down, as if wanting to tear apart all the matter in the hall.

Just then, Qin Wang brought out a ring. It was a gray ring which emitted astonishing power fluctuations. With the appearance of this ring, the air in the surrounding trembled slightly and a man's voice could be heard.

"That's enough, Grade. We'll let you have the page from the Book of Wisdom this time around."

The person who spoke was the Gray Army's leader—Hui He.

Clearly, this person—the strongest expert in the Gray Army—was already able to control the ring's energy from a distance of several thousand lis. Even though Qin Wang was holding onto his ring, he was able to control the powers within it. His body was also able to tap into its powers across several thousand lis, and it no longer mattered if he was wearing the ring or not.

Upon hearing that, the black air currents in the hall immediately stopped and were called back to the black human figure.

Hui He's appearance seemed to have let Grade become a little more clear-minded, and the human figure became even clearer.

"Foolish probing," Grade said coldly. "Once I really lose control, it'll mean the death of several hundred million people. Hui He, don't test my patience."

"Haha," Hui He's voice rang out from the ring. "Grade, I'm worrying for the safety of the entire mankind. Do understand our pain."

"Hmph." Grade suddenly trembled fiercely like a black hole, calling back all the black aura into his body. He took on the form of a young man wearing black long robes and casually found a seat.

"Where are the people from the White Army? How long will it be before they arrive?"

Hui He instructed, "Give them a call and get them to hurry up. Are they possibly expecting so many of us to be waiting for them?"

...

20 minutes later, anxiety grew in the everyone's heart. Hints of distortions and savageness kept flashing on Grade's face like he was going to lose control of the consciousness in his body soon.

Hui He had already left, and the Gray Army was still under Qin Wang's command. Upon seeing Grade's situation, he immediately instructed, "Go contact the people from the White Army again. What's wrong with them? To think that they can be late in such a situation?"

Just then, a member of the Gray Army ran over and said, "Sir, we found the White Army's representative."

Concurrently, the various television stations continued reporting the situation in the conference hall.

"Based on the latest information, the White Army's representative has yet to arrive."

"This could be the White Army expressing their discontentment. After all, they don't have the strength to secure this page of the Book of Wisdom."

"Professor Lauretta, the White Army has changed their commander this time around. It's said that the new Commander, Fang Xingjian, has powers that surpass Priest Longmai's. Does he not have the right to seize the Book of Wisdom either?"

In the broadcasting studio, a middle-aged married lady with silver hair nodded and said, "Judging from the 13 armies' current situation, it can be said that a slight change will affect everything.

"The White Army's influence has been considered to be in the lower ranks amongst the 13 armies. Even if they have gone through a change in commander, the effect won't be too great.

"As for their new commander, Fang Xingjian—his strength is unknown. However, my personal inference is that he may not be as strong as everyone thinks."