Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1292: The Grand Elder’s Gambit

The moment the Crimson Snake Emperor spoke, he noticed something was wrong.

"Isn’t the Grand Elder the most powerful cultivator in the Crimson Moon Dynasty? Wasn’t it he who forced the aliens to stop their war? Now he’s only facing a warrior from the Crimson Moon Dynasty—why would he be struggling?"

"If he was at his peak, there would be no issue. But from his condition and the Crimson Snake Emperor’s reaction, something is clearly wrong," Sharif sighed. "Just listen to me. Get out while you can."

Mateo gritted his teeth. "If only Ms. Amalia and Mr. Kenny were here! That so-called Xel’Anzeth wouldn’t stand a chance!"

"True. But they aren’t here, and we can’t rely on them all the time."

"Enough talking! While the aliens are occupied with the Grand Elder, you need to leave now!" Rafael spat out another mouthful of blood and wiped his mouth carelessly.

"What about you?" The others asked worriedly.

"Don’t worry about us. Even If we die, the two Immortals will avenge us and wipe these alien scumbags off this world!" Rafael’s voice was deliberately loud.

Xel’Anzeth’s icy gaze locked onto him. "You’re courting death!"

"Ha! The ones courting death are you!" Duan Yao, who was barely holding his ground against three alien warriors, coughed up another mouthful of blood.

He looked even worse than Rafael but still managed to sneer at Xel’Anzeth.

"When Ms. Amalia and Mr. Kenny return, you’re all as good as dead. Absolutely dead!"

The envoys from the eight other star systems couldn’t hide their surprise.

They acknowledged that Amalia and Kenny Lin were powerful, but Xel’Anzeth was a renowned top-tier warrior of the Crimson Moon Dynasty.

He had once fought the Grand Elder of the Crimson Moon Dynasty and, though he hadn’t won, it had ended in a draw.

Could those two humans really be his match?

If this had been half an hour ago, the Crimson Snake Emperor might have shared their doubts.

But after learning that the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth’s fearsome "Layyan Yahya" had been utterly helpless before them, he had no choice but to believe.

The Grand Elder herself had once fought that man and failed to capture him, only managing to injure him.

That alone spoke volumes about his strength.

The Crimson Snake Emperor could guess why the Grand Elder had ignored his injuries and forcibly come out from seclusion.

It was for the Crimson Moon Dynasty—to mend relations with the Erythar Star System.

Before long, Duan Yao was also sent flying, crashing beside Rafael.

The two shared the same miserable fate, true brothers in suffering.

"You need to go now!" Rafael pushed Sharif and the others toward the grand hall’s exit.

"Today, not a single person from the Erythar Star System will leave here alive. If you want to die, I will grant your wish." Ignis’Kai gazed at them coldly, as if looking at corpses.

"Spit! Who the hell said I wanted to die? I damn well want to live—what can you do about it?!" Rafael spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Ignis’Kai’s face turned dark with fury as he pointed at him. "Leave him alive. I want to kill him by myself."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Three guards immediately charged forward.

The Grand Elder’s brows furrowed slightly.

With a flick of her sleeve, a whirlwind swept out.

Xel’Anzeth sneered coldly—did they think he was dead? He threw a punch, shattering the whirlwind into pieces.

"What an interesting turn of events. How could I possibly miss out?"

At that moment, Xel’Markos burst in from outside.

He was a top warrior of the Solaryx Clan.

The previous top warrior of the Solaryx Clan had been slain by the Grand Elder of the Crimson Moon Dynasty in the first great war.

Xel’Markos had been sent later as a replacement, he was dispatched from the higher-dimensional universe.

The Solaryx Clan had never leaked this information, so the Crimson Moon Dynasty was unaware.

Xel’Markos had infiltrated their ranks disguised as an ordinary member of the Solaryx clan.

The guards outside had no way of stopping him—he charged straight in.

The Second Elder rushed in from behind, panting. "Grand Elder, my apologies. I couldn’t stop him."

Behind him, a powerful warrior from the Umbrathari Clan attacked, forcing the Second Elder to turn and engage in battle.

"It’s of no consequence," the Grand Elder said calmly, her gaze landing on Xel’Anzeth and Xel’Markos. "This place is too small. If you want to fight, let’s take it outside."

"I don’t think it’s too small at all. Just the right size to stretch out," Xel’Markos said, eyes locked onto the Grand Elder.

This was the first time he had seen the legendary Grand Elder of the Crimson Moon Dynasty.

"You’re already at the end of your rope. Why fight us over a few envoys from the Erythar Star System? Hand them over to Xel’Anzeth, and the matter is settled. Losing the Erythar Star System won’t harm you in any way, will it?"

"In that case, losing a member of the royal family wouldn’t be much of a loss either, would it?" The Grand Elder smiled faintly. "Why don’t you and I join forces? Kill Xel’Anzeth together. The Solaryx Clan and the Scaldriths Clan aren’t exactly allies in private, are they?"

The moment those words left her mouth, the surrounding crowd’s expressions changed.

He continued, "You all came to wage war against the Andromeda Universe with your own missions. If one side gains, the other is bound to suffer. If I help you eliminate your rival, wouldn’t that be beneficial to both the Solaryx Clan and the Umbrathari Clan?"

Xel’Markos’s gaze turned icy. "I never expected the Grand Elder of the Crimson Moon Dynasty to be so eloquent. Truly eye-opening."

"You flatter me. I merely learned from the best—you," the Grand Elder replied smoothly.

"So, there’s nothing to discuss, then," Xel’Markos said, his voice chilling as a powerful killing intent erupted from his body.

Indeed, eliminating Xel’Anzeth would benefit the Solaryx Clan.