Yi Yun had slain Gongsun Hong in front of everyone, which was equivalent to smacking all the Reincarnators in the face.
As Reincarnators, they were invincible amongst their peers. However, against Yi Yun today, with so many people present, they had failed to protect Gongsun Hong.
"Who is this person?"
The Desolate race elites were dumbfounded. A person had suddenly appeared, slaughtered everyone, and saved them from a dire situation. However, they did not even know this person.
Although the Desolate race and the Human race looked the same, when one cultivated to a certain realm, they could still tell if a person was a member of the Desolate race or a Human. For example, back in the Chu Prefecture City, Shen Tu Nantian and company had recognized Jiang Xiaorou's identity as a member of the Desolate race.
The Desolate race elites were certain that Jiang Yidao was a human, but why would a human help them?
As for the human warriors, they were still discussing Yi Yun's strength. He was not a Reincarnator, yet he was so powerful. It was unbelievable.
Some people secretly compared Yi Yun to Fengming, Qiongqi and company. They all felt that Yi Yun looked stronger.
The reactions of the Heavenly Blood Union members made Qiongqi, Fengming and company frown.
"This kid is too arrogant."
Qiongqi said with squinted eyes. His injuries had recovered quite a bit.
Beside him, Fengming and Sheji were also feeling displeased. Actually, after Yi Yun appeared, although he had shocked everyone with his two consecutive attacks, he had actually used tricks.
Yi Yun's first arrow was indeed powerful. It had blasted twenty Heavenly Blood Union warriors apart, seriously injuring many of them. However, it was not necessarily difficult to do that.
These twenty Heavenly Blood Union members had uneven cultivation levels due to their age difference. Furthermore, their initial target was Jiang Xiaorou. Blocking Yi Yun's arrow was a hasty retreat, so it was not difficult for Sheji and Fengming to break through the combined forces of twenty people.
As for the second attack, Yi Yun had killed Gongsun Hong under Zhulong's protection. This was a trick. He had hidden his saber beam in the arrow beam, and by the time Zhulong sensed it, it was already too late.
Now, seeing the human warriors present stunned by Yi Yun, as if they felt that Yi Yun was invincible, how could Fengming, Sheji and company feel comfortable?
True strength was determined through a head-on clash. Against weaklings, or by using tricks to take advantage, it was not considered a skill.
"Let me test him! Let's destroy this kid's prestige. "
Fengming was the first to lose control. Among the trio, Qiongqi and Sheji, he was in the best condition.
"Young Master Fengming, be careful. Don't get too close to avoid danger."
Behind Feng Ming, a Reincarnator that was not one of the four great young masters reminded him without much thought. He did it out of good intentions. After all, Yi Yun's strength was still uncertain. Compared to Feng Ming, Yi Yun seemed to be stronger.
But when these words fell into Feng Ming's ears, it made his heart sick.
"I know what I'm doing. You don't need to remind me!"
Feng Ming did not plan on clashing head-on with Yi Yun. He only wanted to test Yi Yun's strength from a distance, but he did not need a person of lower status to say anything.
He, a Reincarnator, was actually weaker than a junior like Jiang Yidao. How could he accept this?
"Pa!"
With a crisp sound, Young Master Fengming opened his folding fan. Petals danced around his body as his Essence Qi rose.
At this moment, a low voice rang out beside Feng Ming, "You should retreat. You are not his match."
This voice was not polite at all. Feng Ming was stunned for a moment. His lips moved, but he could not refute.
This was because the person who spoke was Zhulong.
Young master Fengming looked at Zhulong and felt aggrieved. He could berate an ordinary Reincarnator if they warned him, but what else could he say when Zhulong warned him?
"I … was only testing his strength."
Feng Ming tried to defend himself, but seeing Zhulong's cold expression, he did not dare to continue.
"You won't be able to test him." Zhulong did not give Feng Ming any face. "I will personally deal with Jiang Yidao. This child is too domineering. He thinks nothing of anyone. He thinks he is invincible, and our Heavenly Blood Union has no one left."
With Zhulong personally taking action, Feng Ming lost his temper. Even if he was indignant, he had to believe in Zhulong's judgment.
"You, Sheji and Qiongqi, lead the other Reincarnators to kill Jiang Xiaorou and the Desolate race's remnants, so as to throw Jiang Yidao into disarray."
Zhulong's intuition told him that Jiang Yidao thought very highly of Jiang Xiaorou.
Previously, Jiang Yidao had killed Gongsun Hong with one saber strike because Gongsun Hong not only had a conflict with Jiang Yidao, but most importantly, he had hit Jiang Xiaorou when she was down. He had attacked Jiang Xiaorou while she was injured. Furthermore, he had insulted Jiang Xiaorou in all sorts of ways, which resulted in his death.
Jiang Yidao and Jiang Xiaorou both had the surname Jiang, so Zhulong could not help but think of the relationship between the two.
"Kill the Desolate race's people? That's good too! "
Young master Fengming's eyes lit up. Killing the Desolate race's people at this moment was as easy as slaughtering chickens or dogs.
He had long hated the Desolate race.
Zhulong looked at Yi Yun, and Yi Yun looked back at Zhulong. The two of them became the focus of attention.
Zhulong was going to take action?
No one expected that Zhulong would personally deal with Yi Yun.
On Zhulong's hand was a strange black glove. It was the glove that Zhulong had just taken out. Seeing this glove, people felt like their eyes were being sucked into the glove, preventing them from looking at it again.
Zhulong stepped through the void and walked towards Yi Yun.
Zhulong's body slowly ignited with black flames. And in the midst of the black flames, there were black threads that emitted from Zhulong's body like gas. The number of threads increased as they condensed into a net of light in the void. It enveloped an area that spanned several kilometers, trapping Yi Yun and Zhulong within.
Enchantment?
People were stunned. They could feel that the area sealed by the black threads seemed to be completely isolated from the surroundings. It was in a different dimension of space-time, making people feel like Yi Yun and Zhulong were illusions.
At the same time, Zhulong's killing intent was locked onto Yi Yun.
"Roar!"
Beside Zhulong, the black-red three-headed hell hound appeared. Its fur was faintly glowing, and its pair of scarlet eyes stared at Yi Yun.
Being locked onto by Zhulong's aura, Yi Yun felt like he was facing a primordial beast. This was the first time he had encountered such an opponent ever since his strength increased greatly.
Ever since the Great Empress mystic realm, Yi Yun had not experienced an intense battle.
His expression turned serious, but his fighting spirit was boiling. He also wanted to find a touchstone to test his strength.
And at this moment, a cold beam flashed in Yi Yun's eyes. He saw Sheji, Fengming and Qiongqi secretly approaching Jiang Xiaorou from three different angles.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaorou had activated the Sacred Spirit's power twice, and had burned her blood essence. Her face was already pale, and her combat strength was greatly reduced. With the three experts approaching her, she would be completely crushed.
"Protect the Young Master!"
"This bunch of despicable people!"
The Desolate race's elites were enraged. This group of people had taken advantage of Yi Yun being distracted by Zhulong to attack Jiang Xiaorou.
"Without the Da Yan array, you are just a bunch of mobs. Do you think you are fit to stop us?" Sheji glanced disdainfully at the Desolate race's elites as she said sarcastically.
"They are just a bunch of ants. I can casually crush them to death!"
Qiongqi spun his chain hook in his hand. The black hook was circling around, and the tip of the hook was stained with blood. This weapon looked like a torture tool, cruel and bloody.
At this moment, the human elites were energized. They could not be bothered to watch the battle between Yi Yun and Zhulong. From their point of view, Yi Yun was strong, but Zhulong was stronger. He had reincarnated many times, and had become a Martial Emperor a few times. His strength could no longer be measured with common sense.
What they were concerned about now was Jiang Xiaorou.
Killing Jiang Xiaorou was a huge reward waiting for them.
"Brothers, let's kill the Desolate race's remnants. We cannot fall behind!"
"Right, these Desolate race's remnants are all meritorious rewards. Once that traitor, Jiang Yidao, is killed by Lord Zhulong, we will strive to wipe out the Desolate race's remnants!"
Many of the human warriors grinned as they looked at Jiang Xiaorou. Such an alluring beauty was now powerless to resist, and could only be ravaged by them.
Seeing the enemies approaching, the Desolate race elites surrounded Jiang Xiaorou. All of them were determined to fight to the death.
They could not withstand nearly a hundred human warriors, much less with so many Reincarnators around. The chances of them winning this battle were close to zero.
It did not matter if they died in battle, but their Desolate Queen, who had obtained the recognition of the Sacred Spirit, had to die here. This made the Desolate race warriors feel indignant and indignant.
A seventeen-year-old Desolate race girl took over the position of the Da Yan array's core.
Having lost two people who could control the Da Yan array's core, the Desolate race's combat strength had been greatly reduced.
As for the Desolate race girl who was controlling the array's core, she did not have the strength to control the Da Yan array. She could only burn her blood essence and risk her life.
Just as the Desolate race's younger generation was about to risk their lives, while the Heavenly Blood Union members were slowly approaching, a sudden breeze blew past. A white-dressed girl with a veil over her face landed in between the Desolate race and the Human race.
She held a sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword pointed downwards. Her toes touched the ground, without a speck of dust.
The white-dressed girl was Lin Xintong, who had come to the Soul Tomb with Yi Yun.
After cultivating in the God Advent Tower and gaining enlightenment in the Divine Wilderness, Lin Xintong had never used her full strength all these years.
"Your opponent is me."
Lin Xintong faced nearly a hundred human elites and six Reincarnators alone with her sword. However, her voice was cold and indifferent, as if she was indifferent to everything that was happening in front of her.
"Who is she?"
The human elites were originally only paying attention to Yi Yun, so they did not pay much attention to Lin Xintong, who was beside Yi Yun.
"Lass, you are courting death!" Qiongqi said eccentrically.
They had wanted to deal with Yi Yun, but they were unceremoniously belittled by Zhulong, making them feel indignant.
It was fine if they were not allowed to deal with Yi Yun, but now, they were being stopped by a white-dressed lass when dealing with a bunch of weaklings.
And from her tone and demeanor, she did not think anything of them at all. She was rebelling against the heavens!
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