At the junction of Feng Ming Mountain and the northern coast of Sword Crafting Valley, there was a pier.
From the pier, heading north, it would only take two to three days to reach the southwest border of the Holy Spirit Continent by boat. This was also the shortest route between the Origin Continent and the Holy Spirit Continent.
Back then, when the Human Clan of the Origin Continent was at its peak, the pier was extremely lively. Every day, there would be a large number of ships traveling back and forth between the two continents.
After the invasion of the Demon Clan, the pier had been abandoned. However, in these past few decades, the interactions between the Human Clan and the Tian Clan had not been cut off. From time to time, there would still be ships traveling back and forth between the two places, and under most circumstances, those ships would choose to stop at the pier and rest before continuing their journey.
In the early morning, at the side of the pier, in an abandoned house, Tang Huan's figure flashed out. On his shoulder, Xiao Budian rubbed his eyes, as if he had just woken up.
Behind Tang Huan, Flamewing Phoenix King followed closely behind. She was still wearing the white robe that he had provided, her delicate body was exquisite and graceful, and her curves were enchanting.
Even though it had already been two to three days, her expression was still very ugly. Her beautiful eyes stared fiercely at Tang Huan's back, but on the way, she had failed several times in her sneak attacks. Although she had not completely accepted her fate, she did not dare to act rashly again. Every time she failed, she would be punished.
Tang Huan's punishment was very simple and easy to accomplish, but to her, it was a kind of torture that made her feel extremely ashamed and resentful, causing her to go crazy.
Because, every time she sneak attacked, Tang Huan would ask her to dance once!
A dignified Peak Stage Nine Ranker was actually forced to such an extent that he no longer had the slightest bit of dignity as a Ranker. Thinking back to those nightmarish experiences, Flamewing Phoenix King gritted her teeth in hatred. Unfortunately, her soul was restricted, and she was completely unable to resist Tang Huan's orders.
Tang Huan could clearly capture the anger and hatred in Flamewing Phoenix King's emotions, but he did not mind at all. If she wanted to make a move again, Tang Huan did not mind letting her dance a striptease.
"Xiao Budian, let's go."
Tang Huan smiled and pinched the little fellow's mouth.
It was because from here to the Holy Spirit Continent, not only was the journey the shortest, he would also pass by a few islands on the way to rest. If he were to fly directly from Feng Ming Mountain to the vast ocean, it was very likely that he would not be able to find a place to stay for a few days.
"Yiya!" Xiao Budian quivered and woke up, his body immediately started to change.
"Hu!"
After a while, the huge Six-winged Blue Dragon carried Tang Huan on its back, flapped its three pairs of wings, and rushed out of the dock, flying north while sticking close to the surface of the sea. Flamewing Phoenix King angrily punched and kicked at Tang Huan, who was in front of him. A pair of wings immediately condensed on his back, and with a light flap, he quickly caught up.
Day passed and night came. In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
It was close to dusk. Amidst the boundless sea, a large ship tens of meters long braved the wind and waves, and anchored on an island.
"Haha, let's rest here for a night. We'll be able to reach Wind Feather City by noon tomorrow."
Amidst the hearty laughter, a red figure took the lead and jumped down from the bow of the ship. When he was about to fall into the sea, the door-sized fiery sword on his shoulder slapped the surface of the sea. Waves splashed, and he actually soared into the air again. After two consecutive jumps, he finally landed on the shore dozens of meters away.
It was an abnormally tall and sturdy young man dressed in a red robe. The huge sword in his hand continuously emitted a scorching aura.
"Brother Gu, move away!" A loud shout came from afar.
"Whoosh!"
Just as the red-robed man stepped aside, a sharp awl that was nearly a meter long shot over and sank into the soil on the shore. A rope as thick as a child's arm connected the bow of the ship to the end of the awl. Immediately after, a tall and sturdy young man stepped on the rope and rushed towards the shore.
At the bow of the ship, there were already dozens of figures gathered, laughing and waiting to get off the ship. All of them were carrying weapons, obviously Martial Warriors s.
"Qiu Jian..."
Just as the red-robed man laughed out loud, his expression couldn't help but change, "Be careful, enemy attack!"
Almost at the same time his voice fell, black figures quietly broke through the water surface around the ship, agilely rushing onto the deck, and killing towards the group of Martial Warriors s at the bow of the ship. There were actually more than a hundred people, all of them were naked, and other than their faces, their bodies were covered in black scales that looked like fish scales. From afar, their bodies seemed to be flickering with a layer of black light.
"Draconians!" They're all f * cking Draconians!
The red robed man roared, and with a move of his feet, he stepped onto the rope. The young man called Qiu Jian also turned around on the rope, and rushed back to the boat with the red robed man, reuniting with the group of Martial Warriors s. An intense battle immediately broke out.
Screams, angry roars, and the sound of weapons colliding resounded at the edge of the island.
Not long after, the deck was dyed red with blood, and the bed was littered with corpses. The red robed man was like a fierce beast that had just broken free from its cage, waving the greatsword in his hand. Wherever he passed, the Draconians would fall one after another, but even so, the number of Human Clan s was still decreasing.
After about fifteen minutes, there were only a dozen or so people left. However, not only did the number of Draconians not decrease, it had instead increased to over two hundred.
The red robed man and the others gathered back to back as the group of Draconians slowly approached from all directions.
"Motherf * cker, looks like we're all going to die here today. Brothers, are you afraid?" The red robed man swept his gaze across and laughed out loud. His originally fiery red robe became even more dazzling after being stained with countless amounts of blood. He looked as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood, his entire body brimming with a baleful aura.
"What's there to be afraid of? I've already killed five Demon Clan beasts. Even if I die now, it's enough!" Qiu Jian roared at the top of his lungs, and the slightly dim golden spear in his hand immediately let out a "weng" sound. The body of the spear once again released a dazzling golden luster.
"I've also killed three. If you want my life, you'll have to exchange at least two more lives!" Another furious roar rang out.
"Big Brother Gu, I don't want to die yet, I haven't even kissed a woman yet!" Immediately after, a wail rang out. Hearing this, the remaining ten or so Martial Artists in the surroundings roared with laughter, while the crying young man merely winked at them without the slightest bit of fear.
"Scram, who are you trying to trick? Don't think that I don't know what good things you've done in the past two years!"
The red robed man laughed and scolded, but then he sighed regretfully, "Unfortunately, we won't be able to complete our mission this time. However, since things have already come to this, we can't care too much about it. Brothers, kill — —" When the last word "kill" came out of his mouth, the red robed man's expression had already become rather sinister.
"Clang!"
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