Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1280: The Arrival of the Delegations

Fighting cautiously would only put him at a disadvantage against Layyan.

"What exactly is your cult leader’s goal? What are you trying to do? Are you really so eager to let the Andromeda Universe fall into the hands of the aliens?"

"Heh... Musa, you’ll find out soon enough. Instead of worrying about the Andromeda Universe, you should be more concerned about your own people. Someone has likely fallen by now," Layyan sneered. "Perhaps that Zehaan? The disciple that your Grand Elder values the most?"

Musa’s expression changed drastically.

He momentarily lost control of his strength. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. Sabotaging your negotiations was just one objective. The other was to hunt down your geniuses." Layyan’s laughter was maniacal.

"So your cult leader deliberately sent you here to keep me occupied?" Musa’s face darkened.

"Correct. But even though you know now, it’s already too late."

Musa immediately shouted to Yun and the others, "Go check on Zeyan!"

"Leaving won’t be that easy." Layyan swung his spiked mace, unleashing an earth-shattering force.

Yun and the others’ expressions turned grim.

Against Layyan, they were still far too weak.

He was one of the top three Heaven-rank cultist in the cult and had been the Pleiadian Ascendancy’s greatest headache for years.

They had tried multiple times to eliminate him, all to no avail.

It wasn’t just because he was cunning enough to evade capture, but because his sheer power made it nearly impossible to kill him without an overwhelming advantage.

But suddenly, the terrifying force he had unleashed came to an abrupt halt.

For an instant, the world was plunged into deathly silence.

Then, the energy vanished, as if it had been absorbed by something.

"Who’s there?!" Layyan roared in fury.

Impossible.

Even though that strike had been a casual one, it still contained at least sixty percent of his full power.

Even if another Pleiadian Ascendancy elder had arrived, it wouldn’t have disappeared so effortlessly.

As the last remnants of his energy dissipated, they all saw a black orb appear out of thin air.

It hovered silently in the air, emanating a mysterious dark glow under the sunlight.

Musa and Layyan instinctively distanced themselves, halting their battle as they warily observed the sudden appearance of the orb.

A treasure—this black orb was definitely a powerful artifact!

Greed flickered in Layyan’s eyes.

But he quickly surveyed the surroundings.

Something like this couldn’t have appeared on its own.

Someone had to be controlling it.

The next moment, the orb drifted backward before settling into the hand of a man.

Kenny Lin held the Yin-Yang Pearl in one hand as he fixed his gaze on Layyan. "Are you someone important in the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth?"

"Who are you?" Layyan’s eyes locked onto him.

"Who I am doesn’t matter. I just want to know—are you high-ranking in the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth?" Kenny Lin smiled. "Don’t make me ask a third time."

Layyan’s heart tightened.

The person before him had no detectable aura, yet an overwhelming sense of danger gripped him.

"He is Layyan Yahya, the second-in-command of the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth and one of the cult leader’s most trusted subordinates," Musa suddenly interjected.

Kenny Lin glanced at him. "Second-in-command of the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth? That means he’s seen the cult leader?"

Musa replied, "Whether he has seen the cult leader’s true face is uncertain, but he should have met him in person."

"I’ve heard that the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth leader is incredibly mysterious. Even Heaven-rank cultists may not have met him. Is he truly that powerful?"

"He is indeed enigmatic. The Grand Elder once fought him from a distance, but the battle ended in a draw," Musa said carefully.

"The Grand Elder?" Kenny Lin chuckled. "You mean that young man? His strength is... decent, I suppose."

Musa fell silent.

The Grand Elder represented the pinnacle of cultivation in the Crimson Moon Dynasty Star System, yet in this man’s eyes, he was merely ’decent’?

Layyan sensed that something was off.

Musa’s attitude toward this man was unusual.

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"Who are you? Do we know each other?" Layyan asked cautiously.

"Who I am doesn’t matter because we don’t know each other."

Layyan subconsciously felt a moment of relief. "If we don’t know each other, then what is your intention? Are you here to help him?"

"No, I’m not helping anyone." Kenny Lin’s tone shifted. "However, your Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth has a grudge against my wife. That means you have a grudge against me. And that grudge runs deep—too deep to be resolved easily."

Layyan’s expression changed drastically.

Without hesitation, he turned around and bolted toward the horizon.

Kenny Lin burst into laughter and gave chase, moving even faster than Layyan.

The air rippled as he accelerated, and in the stunned gazes of the Pleiadian Ascendancy warriors, he sealed the space around Layyan within a short distance.

...

While battles raged outside, the delegations from the Eight Star Systems and the alien forces arrived at the royal palace gates within an hour.

The towering gates stood as imposing as ever.

This time, however, the oppressive aura emanating from them was even stronger.

It was no longer a mere show of dominance over the Eight Star Systems—it was a direct suppression aimed at the aliens.

Under this powerful force, every step the alien royals took felt like pushing through a suffocating pressure.

The royal-born alien fared better.

As members of an inherently noble species, their high-level bloodlines granted them some resistance.

However, those with lower-tier bloodlines were not as fortunate.

On the long pathway, they barely made it fifty meters before they could go no further.

Prince Sol’Rae, Prince Var’Thal, and Prince Ignis’Kai wore expressions as dark as the bottom of a pot.

They were royalty—accustomed to superiority.