Chapter 39

Ye Xiwén slowly followed behind these people, neither too fast nor too slow. His Heavenly Immortal Steps had reached an extremely profound realm, so it was no difficult task to keep up with them.

Ye Xiwén followed the group all the way to a secluded valley outside the city.

The city lord of Great Green City, Zhao Yan, led about fifty people from Great Green City, moving swiftly and quickly.

Not far behind, the people from Mystic Devil Valley had already appeared. The valley lord of Mystic Devil Valley, Wen Bin, was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, but his face was full of viciousness.

"Be careful, there are people behind us!" The city lord of Great Green City seemed to have noticed the group from Mystic Devil Valley.

"Hahaha, worthy of being the city lord of Great Green City!" The valley lord of Mystic Devil Valley, Wen Bin, laughed loudly, his voice hoarse and eerie.

Since they had been discovered, the valley lord of Mystic Devil Valley did not hesitate at all and immediately led his people to attack.

"It's you, Old Devil Wen!" The city lord of Great Green City, Zhao Yan, narrowed his eyes, a powerful aura surging up.

"Hehe, City Lord Zhao, you are a hero of your generation. You once established yourself in Great Green City alone, a remarkable figure. I won't deceive you; hand over the先天丹 (Xiantian Pill), and I will leave immediately. In the future, our Mystic Devil Valley will surely repay you!" Wen Bin laughed hoarsely.

"Are you declaring war on our Great Green City and the court of Great Yue Kingdom? Are you not afraid of the court's punitive forces?" Zhao Yan said calmly.

"You don't need to intimidate me. Declare war on the court of Great Yue Kingdom? I don't have such ambitions. How could the court of Great Yue Kingdom notice a small figure like me? Besides, don't you think I know that you and the city governor of Great Green City are already at odds? They would be happy to see you dead. Do you still expect them to help you? Hmph!" Wen Bin laughed coldly, exposing Zhao Yan's words.

"Retreat! Protect the young master and retreat!" Zhao Yan immediately shouted. He understood that at this moment, Zhao Qiyán here was just a burden. As a Xiantian expert, he could come and go freely. As long as Zhao Qiyán was not here, he could fight without restraint.

"Want to run? Think it's that easy!" Wen Bin laughed coldly, shouting, "Kill them!"

With Wen Bin's shout, the people from Mystic Devil Valley rushed toward the people from Great Green City.

Like two surging waves, they collided fiercely.

Those following Wen Bin and Zhao Yan were the elites of their respective forces. Although their numbers were not large, they were extremely fierce, each move vicious and brutal.

Wen Bin and Zhao Yan clashed fiercely.

Zhao Yan wielded a long spear, a powerful aura bursting forth, like a supreme warrior, sweeping through and piercing several fast-approaching disciples of Mystic Devil Valley. No one could withstand his spear.

Wen Bin's long sword was like a venomous snake, a single strike to the throat, a fatal move, terrifyingly powerful, like a snake emerging from its den, attacking Zhao Yan's neck.

"Boom!" Zhao Yan's spear thrust forward, colliding fiercely with Wen Bin's sword. A terrifying wave of energy surged up, green and blood-red true qi colliding violently, producing a deafening explosion.

Both were Xiantian-level experts, and their battle caused terrifying Xiantian true qi to surge wildly, forming waves of air currents.

Zhao Yan was clearly a step above Wen Bin, his spear like a dragon, attacking frequently.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed, and in this life-and-death struggle, neither side dared to be careless.

However, the valley lord of Mystic Devil Valley, Wen Bin, was clearly inferior to Zhao Yan and soon fell into a disadvantage.

"Friends of the Blood Hand Sect, are you not coming out? Let's join forces to take down these people from Great Green City. As for the Xiantian Pill, we can discuss it later!" The valley lord of Mystic Devil Valley, Wen Bin, suddenly said.

"Hahaha, good, let's join forces to take down Zhao Yan!" The sect master of the Blood Hand Sect, An Yuan, laughed loudly, leading the members of the Blood Hand Sect to appear.

At this moment, Zhao Yan's face finally changed. He still had confidence in dealing with Wen Bin, but with the addition of An Yuan, things did not look good today.

An Yuan quickly joined the encirclement of Zhao Yan. Under the attack of two Xiantian experts, Zhao Yan almost immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Ye Xiwén did not continue watching but instead circled around, heading in the direction of the young city lord of Great Green City, Zhao Yan.

Circling around the valley, there was a forest. Zhao Qiyán and his group were hurriedly heading into the forest.

"Your Highness, don't go yet, it's too quiet ahead!" Suddenly, an experienced guard in Zhao Qiyán's group said. There was not a sound in that forest, which was very unusual.

"Quick, we'll take a detour back. Once we return to Great Green City, these rebels will all die. I will personally lead the troops to destroy Mystic Devil Valley!" Zhao Qiyán said coldly.

"Your Highness, hand over the Xiantian Pill, and I will spare you this time!" A slightly cold laugh came from a hillside. Zhao Qiyán looked up to see the young sect master of the Blood Hand Sect, An Yunpeng.

"An Yunpeng, you Blood Hand Sect have really grown bold, daring to ambush me!" Zhao Qiyán shouted.

"Zhao Qiyán, do you really think you are someone? Do you think your father will come to save you now? He is struggling to save himself. Hand over the Xiantian Pill, or I won't be lenient!" An Yunpeng's pale face showed a cold smile.

"Guards, kill all the people from the Blood Hand Sect!" The usually arrogant Zhao Qiyán was enraged by An Yunpeng's words.

The people from Great Green City and the Blood Hand Sect engaged in a fierce battle at the order of their young masters. Although it was not as intense as the battle between Zhao Yan, Wen Bin, and An Yuan, the cruelty was no less.

The moment they clashed, more than a dozen people were bleeding and fell to the ground.

Zhao Qiyán pulled out his long spear and charged straight at An Yunpeng.

Both were elites of their respective forces, Xiantian Ninth Level experts, and both were under thirty years old. The strength of a force could be seen from the cultivation of its Xiantian disciples.

An Yunpeng's blood hands struck out, and a bloody aura instantly filled the battlefield. The blood of the fallen warriors increased the power of his Blood Hand Technique, and his strength was clearly a step above Zhao Qiyán.

Almost immediately upon engaging, Zhao Qiyán was pressed into a disadvantage by An Yunpeng.

The guards around Zhao Qiyán were quickly slaughtered by the numerically superior disciples of the Blood Hand Sect.

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