Su Yi walked out, his aura fluctuating as he walked towards the open area of Lone Mountain.
There were auras fluctuating there. The disciples of the Sacred Mountain were all gathered there.
At the foot of the mountain, Su Yi raised his head slightly and looked up.
Xu Chen had been following behind Su Yi. He looked around and reminded Su Yi, "Be careful. I'm afraid there will be traps."
"Let's end this quickly!"
Su Yi's eyes were cold. After pausing for a few breaths, he walked out with killing intent surging in his eyes. He still wanted to fight for the Sacred Martial Platform in the sky. He had to end this quickly.
Under the disguise, Su Yi's appearance did not stand out. His black hair hung loosely over his shoulders, but his innate arrogance was not hidden at all. It was released naturally, making people feel pressured for no reason. There was a powerful aura that made people's hearts tremble.
Whoosh whoosh …
Nearby figures rushed over and appeared in the surroundings.
"It's him, Yi Su of the Bawang Sect. I know him!"
Someone immediately recognized Su Yi from afar and exclaimed.
It turned out that something big was going to happen. It seemed that Yi Su of the Bawang Sect and the disciples of the Sacred Mountain had encountered each other here.
Outside the City Lord's Mansion, Yi Su of the Bawang Sect had publicly injured Ouyang Jinwei, an important disciple of the Sacred Mountain. This had caused the Sacred Mountain to lose face.
Many people had already guessed that the disciples of the Sacred Mountain would not let Yi Su go if they had the chance in the Sacred Martial Secret World.
Now, they were glad that they had come at the right time. There should be a big battle next.
Su Yi went up the mountain. There was a faint red light fluctuation on his body. He was circulating Qi in his body, emitting a powerful aura.
Xu Chen also went up the mountain, but he only followed behind Su Yi. He was not too close nor too far, and his expression was much more indifferent.
Whoosh whoosh …
Soon, many figures flew down from the mountain. Waves of extraordinary auras fluctuated.
Numerous figures appeared around Su Yi in an instant, surrounding Su Yi.
"Clang clang …"
Weapons were unsheathed. There were sabers, spears, swords, halberds. The cold light was intimidating, and the wind and thunder were sonorous. Their levels were not low.
Su Yi's gaze swept across the crowd quietly, his murderous gaze calming down quite a bit. There were a total of forty figures, half of which were disciples of the Sacred Mountain, but there were also some who were not disciples of the Sacred Mountain. They were probably disciples of the so-called Xuanyuan Sect, Tiangang Sect, Tiangang Sect, Tiangang Sect, Tiangang Sect, and other mountain sects. Their cultivation aura was clearly inferior to the disciples of the Sacred Mountain.
Looking at this formation, Su Yi understood that the people of the Holy Mountain had really set up a killing trap. They had clearly planned out the places he would pass through in order to kill him.
After a glance, Su Yi raised his head slightly and looked up at the mountain.
Under a towering tree, there was a familiar figure in a purple robe standing in the distance. His figure was tall and slender, elegant and extraordinary, and he had a dignified appearance.
"Chu Zhanghuan!"
Su Yi knew this person. It was rumored that he was ranked second among the younger generation sent by the Sacred Mountain to participate in the Sacred Martial Assembly. His cultivation was far above Ouyang Jinwei's.
This lineup, coupled with Chu Zhanghuan's presence, was enough to prove the extent of the Sacred Mountain's desire to kill him.
A faint coldness flashed in his eyes. There were so many disciples of the Sacred Mountain. Those who could participate in the Sacred Martial Assembly should be important disciples of the Sacred Mountain. Su Yi felt that if all of them died in the Sacred Martial Secret World, the Sacred Mountain would feel heartache!
"Yi Su, you have repeatedly provoked the Sacred Mountain. Today, you will pay the price!"
Among the group of disciples of the Sacred Mountain, a young man in luxurious clothes who seemed to be the leader spoke. He had an extraordinary temperament and a powerful aura. He held a three-foot-long sword in his hand and pointed it diagonally to the void. The light was intimidating, and the sound of wind and thunder could be heard.
It had to be said that this young man was extraordinary. However, standing beside Chu Zhanghuan, his brilliance was overshadowed. At this moment, standing with the other disciples, he suddenly stood out. His eyes were bright, and his temperament was extraordinary.
"They are indeed from the Sacred Mountain. They are going to attack Yi Su!"
"Many disciples of the Sacred Mountain are probably prepared. They won't let that Bawang Sect's Yi Su go!"
"Bawang Sect's Yi Su has humiliated the Sacred Mountain several times and angered them!"
"However, they are disciples of the Sacred Mountain. Isn't it a bit too much to deal with an unknown disciple of the Bawang Sect?"
"This is the Sacred Martial Secret World. As long as Yi Su dies, others won't be able to say anything!"
"Hey, Yi Su seems to be with two people. Who is the other person? Is he with Yi Su?"
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"Does that person want to be with Yi Su? Does he dare to offend the Sacred Mountain?"
Soon, many people had appeared around them and were secretly discussing.
Some people also noticed Xu Chen and were very surprised. Was there someone else who wanted to offend the Sacred Mountain with Yi Su?
Looking at the young man in luxurious clothes who spoke in front of him, Su Yi glanced at him indifferently. However, he did not speak, as if he had no intention of paying attention to him.
Whoosh …
In the distance, a figure flew over, his face completely covered by a hood. He raised his eyes to look at the activity on Lone Mountain, his speed increasing by several notches.
After a few leaps, the person appeared outside the encirclement of the Sacred Mountain disciples surrounding Su Yi.
"Do you want to die?!"
Shouted a Sacred Mountain disciple. His eyes were cold. They were encircling the Bawang Sect's Su Yi, yet someone dared to intrude.
Su Yi and Xu Chen also sensed that someone had appeared. They turned around and were surprised.
The person who had arrived was none other than Yan Lin.
"You're bullying us with numbers. This is a bit unfair!"
Yan Lin raised his head and looked at the Sacred Mountain disciples who were ready to fight. He frowned and then looked at Su Yi and Xu Chen who were surrounded. He smiled. His smile was not pleasant to look at, but it was very sincere.
"Half-human, half-beast. So it's a bastard!"
"So it's a half-beast!"
When they saw Yan Lin's appearance, many people immediately showed disgust and disdain. Half-human, half-beast humans had always been treated like livestock.
Yan Lin couldn't help but lower his head in front of those gazes and harsh words.
Yan Lin was a bit disappointed. He originally thought that the Sacred Mountain was a heaven and holy land for cultivators. The disciples of the Sacred Mountain shouldn't be like this.
The disciples of the Sacred Mountain might be different.
But now, Yan Lin felt that the disciples of the Sacred Mountain were the same.
Su Yi turned around and said to Yan Lin, "We're unrelated. Leave quickly!"
"This isn't fair. They have a lot of people. I can help you deal with a few!"
Yan Lin hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and said to Su Yi.
He chased after them because he felt that he had to help.
Yi Su and Xu Chen were good people. He could feel that he didn't want them to be killed.
"It's fine. I don't put these small fries in my eyes. Leave!"
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