With a thunderous explosion, a colorful gap was torn open in the Sanfeng Kingdom's array formation. Two figures slowly descended from the gap under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.
At that moment, the Sanfeng Kingdom was in a state of panic. The few lords who had gone to plead for peace shouted for a long time, but the other party did not respond at all. Just as they returned, the array formation was silently torn apart …
Among the two people who landed, one of them had an aura and figure that the cultivators of the Sanfeng Kingdom and the experts of the Spirit race were rather familiar with. After all, the demonic patterns on Chu Qi's face were definitely comparable to those of the Spirit race. Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Furthermore, Chu Qi had previously caused immense pressure and panic to the Sanfeng Kingdom. They could not admit their mistakes even if they wanted to.
A few months ago, they had painstakingly schemed against the powerful woman who had led hundreds of experts to attack at the same time. They had fought bitterly for half a day and paid a heavy price to injure her. She had actually returned unscathed?
It was one thing for her to return, but who was the Primordial World cultivator who was flying in front of the woman?
Why was the woman, who was already a top existence below the Saint, filled with respect for the man?
At that moment, the experts of the Sanfeng Kingdom felt their Dao hearts clench.
In the corner of the big city below, an ordinary-looking old man narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured in a low voice, "Yang Jian? He actually appeared? "
"Supremacy, what should we do?" A shadow behind the old man asked softly.
The old man said calmly, "Just wait and see. I believe they will definitely take in the Sanfeng Kingdom's Spirit race and will definitely not start a massacre. Inform them not to reveal any traces of their whereabouts. If anyone is exposed, just detonate their primordial spirit. "
"Yes." The shadow wriggled slightly and disappeared in an instant.
Yang Jian, who was above the city, seemed to have sensed something and looked towards the alley. The old man looked up at the sky and did not arouse Yang Jian's vigilance at all.
Streams of light soared into the sky. More than a thousand streams of light protected the city. Figures from various parts of the Sanfeng Kingdom rushed over.
Gradually, Yang Jian and Chu Qi were surrounded by thousands of Spirit race experts above the Daira realm. Unfortunately, those who appeared were only "cannon fodder". None of those who could really fight Chu Qi appeared.
Chu Qi said softly, "Master, let me do it."
"There's no need." Yang Jian extended his left hand. Golden light shone on his left arm as golden patterns crawled all over Yang Jian's palm.
Invincible Golden Body, universe!
Yang Jian's hand clenched lightly, as if he had grabbed onto an invisible ball. But in the next instant, with Yang Jian as the center, the world within a radius of five kilometers suddenly began to wrinkle.
The Daira experts within a five-kilometer radius all fell down like dumplings. All of them were heavily injured and vomited blood by the sudden changes in the universe, but none of them died.
The Grand Luo of the Astrals who were within a five-kilometer radius were all sent crashing down like dumplings, each of them heavily injured and coughing up blood by the sudden change in the world, but none of them died at once.
"Sanfeng Kingdom, those who injured the King of the Black Spirit Kingdom, come out yourself." Yang Jian's voice spread everywhere. "If Chu Qi points you out, only death awaits you.
"Country of Three Peaks, come out yourself if you dare to injure the monarch of my Black Spirit Country." Yang Jian's voice spread everywhere. "If you wait for Chu Qi to point you out, only death awaits you. Chu Qi frowned slightly when she heard that. She sent a voice transmission. "Master, there's no need to violate the Black Spirit Kingdom's duty for me. Just subdue all the experts here."
Chu Qi frowned slightly when she heard that. She sent a voice transmission. "Master, there's no need to violate the Black Spirit Kingdom's duty for me. Just subdue all the experts here."
Yang Jian glanced at her and shook his head slightly. He said with a smile, "I'm here to stand up for you. Why are you withering away? There's nothing to be afraid of. Today, I've intimidated the other spirit kingdoms in the Chaos Sea. "
Chu Qi continued, "Master, just hold the line for me."
"Alright." Yang Jian nodded slowly. He knew that Chu Qi was actually worried about his reputation. He did not want Yang Jian to bear the notoriety of killing indiscriminately.
Otherwise, based on Chu Qi's temper, it would be strange if he did not kill all the experts here after being schemed against previously.
"Chu Qi, do it."
Yang Jian said softly. Chu Qi had already held two short blades that were emitting a cold glint and flew towards the city below.
"Wait! Wait! "
A loud shout came from below. It was an old man with white hair and a white beard. He was from the Primordial World and soared into the sky. From his appearance and aura, one could tell that he was from the Primordial World. Very few people in the Spirit Race could shout in Primordial World language.
The old man flew into the sky and bowed to Yang Jian and Chu Qi. He said, "Fellow Daoists, I've offended you previously. Please forgive me. The three kings of the Three Peaks Nation have prepared a banquet to apologize to this fellow Daoist. Please come in and have a chat. "
"We won't fall for such a trick twice." Yang Jian scanned with his spiritual senses and suddenly punched the old man.
This punch seemed extremely ordinary, yet it seemed to contain a might that could destroy the heavens and the earth.
The old man was also a quasi-saint. He had been stationed in the Three Peaks Nation for many years and had many treasures for his cultivation. He could be considered one of the top five figures in the Three Peaks Nation.
However, when he faced Yang Jian's punch, he felt a strong sense of powerlessness. His legs even turned to jelly and he was about to kneel down and die …
The punch passed by the old man, but the force of the punch streaked past him and struck downwards. A hall exploded, and all kinds of streams of light flew away in the blink of an eye!
The group of figures inside resisted together. After the punch dispersed the hall, it spread out and pressed down like a mountain, causing more than half of the hundred-odd figures in the hall to vomit blood.
With one punch, the three peaks were injured.
"Great … Great Dao Saint …"
The old man in the sky muttered and looked at Yang Jian in fear.
Yang Jian did not answer. His eyes swept across the ground. At that moment, the dozen or so people who could still stand in the hall that he had broken should be the culprits who had injured Chu Qi.
Among the dozen or so people, the ones with the highest cultivation level should be the three strange-looking men of the Spirit Race. They all had octopus-like heads and limbs that seemed to be long.
Three experts should have appeared in a race. As a result, they gradually developed and devoured the surrounding tribes, establishing the Three-Peak Kingdom.
What Yang Jian could not help but pay attention to was the number of Primordial World cultivators. Half of the hundred people in the hall were Primordial World cultivators. That made Yang Jian feel slightly … strange.
Generally speaking, even in the Chaos Spirit Kingdom that was close to the Primordial World, the ratio of Spirit Race experts to Primordial World cultivators of the same realm could barely reach ten to one.
When cultivators entered the Chaos Sea, most of them wanted to search for their own opportunities or avoid the calamities of the Primordial World. Very few of them would stop in a spirit kingdom.
There are actually so many Primordial World cultivators in the Three-Peak Kingdom …
Could it be that these "Primordial World cultivators" are not from the Primordial World?
At that thought, the corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched.
He might have made the right decision to come to the Three-Peak Kingdom.
He would know once he gave it a try.
"Let the three of you kings come up."
Yang Jian said. The group of experts below knew that they could not avoid it no matter what. They rose into the sky at the same time and secretly set up an array formation, preparing to fight to the death.
"Were you the ones who injured Chu Qi?"
"Sir!" The leader of the Three-Peak Kingdom shouted in a strange tone. "There must be a misunderstanding."
Yang Jian turned to ask Chu Qi, "Who injured him fatally?"
Chu Qi pointed at more than ten figures and said, "Let me go."
"Go." Yang Jian nodded and agreed.
Chu Qi's figure flew past Yang Jian and pounced downwards. The hundred-odd experts below immediately accepted the challenge and activated their various positions. Eighty-one people formed a huge array formation.
However, before the array formation could take effect, more than ten resplendent spear shadows suddenly erupted from behind Chu Qi and smashed into the array formation one step ahead of Chu Qi.
The Spirit Race and Primordial World cultivators, who had been injured by Yang Jian's punch previously, trembled. The array formation could not continue and was shattered by the spear shadows …
In a flash, Chu Qi charged into the broken battle and pounced towards the three kings.
The three Spirit Race experts were not the kind of people who would wait to be captured. They each took out their weapons and activated their Intrinsic Mystical Abilities, creating huge tentacles that filled the sky and smashing towards Chu Qi. The three of them cooperated to form a battle formation that was rather extraordinary.
The three monarchs, whose cultivation was almost the same as Chu Qi's, combined with their battle formation, immediately suppressed Chu Qi.
Yang Jian was not anxious. Chu Qi was not in a tough battle, so it was good for her to vent her frustrations.
His Spiritual Perception enveloped the entire Three-Peak Kingdom, searching for clues and secretly observing the expressions of the "Primordial World cultivators".
They seemed … a little too calm …
Yang Jian understood a principle — no matter how ridiculous his deduction was, as long as there was no other explanation or he could not refute his hypothesis, he could only believe that the result was reasonable.
Every part of the Three-Peak Kingdom gave Yang Jian an uncomfortable feeling.
Could it be that this was really a "stronghold" of those powerful enemies?
Chu Qi was gradually suppressed by the three octopus-headed kings. Without her own experts to support her, it was actually a little difficult for Chu Qi to face so many experts alone.
"Come back."
Yang Jian called out softly. Although Chu Qi was a little unwilling, she only pursed her lips and did not say anything.
Her figure retreated. Even if she could not defeat the three kings of the Three-Peak Kingdom, no one could stop her if she wanted to retreat.
Yang Jian raised his right hand horizontally to his side and gently clenched his fist. A snow-white spear slowly appeared, and an incomparably powerful and unsettling sharpness pressed down on the entire city.
"Keep an eye on those Primordial World cultivators."
Yang Jian left that sentence in Chu Qi's ear. Their figures crossed each other and Yang Jian landed straight down. The spear in his hand shone with a cold light!
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