Islands were scattered all over the Barren Sea to the west of the Eastern Border.
Suddenly, smoke rose from a kitchen on one of the deserted islands.
A few young men in luxurious but tattered clothes started a fire and tried to roast seabirds that had lost their feathers and had their bellies cut open.
However, as soon as the smoke rose, someone appeared in front of them and stomped the fire out.
The owner of the stomp was a young Taoist priest. He looked coldly at the well-dressed men and women in front of him. "I've repeatedly ordered you not to start a fire! Do you still think you're in Yingyun City's palace? "
The well-dressed men and women were furious, but when they heard the second half of the sentence, they had no choice but to suppress their anger and apologize to the Taoist priest. "Sir, we just wanted to start a fire and cook some food …"
"Go find your parents," the Taoist priest said coldly.
At this moment, a middle-aged man came over. "The young are immature. Sir, please don't take offense."
The Taoist priest glanced at him and his expression softened. "Keep an eye on them. Otherwise, it won't do anyone any good."
"Of course, of course," the middle-aged man said hurriedly.
After the Taoist priest left, the middle-aged man's expression darkened. He coldly glanced at the juniors beside him.
The well-dressed young men and women lowered their heads.
"Did he say anything wrong?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.
The crowd hurriedly answered, "Uncle, we won't dare to do it again."
The middle-aged man looked at the group of juniors in front of him for a while and finally sighed.
He picked up the raw meat on the branch and steamed it with his masculine Qi and blood. Then, he handed it to the crowd. "Although the Taoist priest was rude, he was right. This is not Yingyun City. We must be careful and patient."
The crowd hurriedly answered and took the food to eat.
When the middle-aged man saw their sorry state, he couldn't help but sigh again.
He couldn't bear to watch and left.
In the distance, a young man was waiting for him. "Father."
The middle-aged man nodded silently and led the way.
The young man followed behind him, wanting to say something but hesitating.
"What do you want to say? Speak," the middle-aged man asked.
The youth hesitated for a moment, then finally opened his mouth. "Royal Father, your son has heard rumors circulating on the shore that the entire royal family of Southern Chen has surrendered. The Eastern Tang's Li Qiong is now under the command of Chang 'an to govern our great Chu …"
The middle-aged man stopped and turned to look at him. "What do you want to say?"
The young man hesitated for a long time before finally plucking up his courage. "Father, Chang 'an is too powerful for us to resist. It's not our fault for fighting, and we're not ashamed of our ancestors. Why don't we also … also surrender?"
Now that he had said everything, his expression was calm as he quietly waited for his father's judgment.
The middle-aged man was not angry.
After a long silence, he sighed, "It's too late."
The young man was shocked. "How could that be?"
"You also said just now that Li Qiong of the Eastern Tang took the position of the so-called Chief Steward of the Great Chu in Chang 'an and occupied the land of our Great Chu."
The middle-aged man's voice was full of fatigue. "Not only can we not go back, but there are also countless people from Chang 'an who want to take our heads as meritorious deeds. They don't want us to join Chang' an and fight for positions with them."
When the young man heard this, his eyes were filled with despair.
"Is there really no other way?" The young man's voice was hoarse.
The middle-aged man looked to the west.
"To the west is the legendary Middle Earth."
Slowly, he said, "If we can't stay here any longer, we can take a risk and cross the sea to the west. There may be a chance of survival."
The young man looked around and then whispered, "Father, it's better to do it sooner rather than later."
The middle-aged man said, "Rumor has it that there are many powerful people in Middle Earth. As outsiders, how can it be so easy for us to gain a foothold? However, someone has already gone to inquire about it. Let's wait for a reply. At least we should know more about Middle Earth first. "
"Father, you're right …" The young man nodded.
However, before he could finish speaking, a soul-stirring pressure suddenly came from the distant horizon.
The father and son were both shocked.
They turned to look into the distance and saw a cloud of fog drifting toward them from afar.
"The clouds and fog contain a fierce aura. It seems to be sword energy … The sword technique of Northern Qi's Misty Sky Peak!"
The middle-aged man's expression was solemn. "With such cultivation, it must be Lin Ying who has come. The people of Chang 'an are here!"
A sense of despair rose in his heart.
Lin Ying did not come here alone.
Chang 'an came from more than one direction.
Instead, they were surrounded by powerful people from all directions.
The surrounding sea and several islands were all surrounded by Chang 'an's powerful people.
In contrast, powerful auras rose from the islands.
Zhang Bining, the sect master of Zicheng Mountain in Western Chu.
Yang Ting, the patriarch of the Yang family in Western Zhou.
Jia Zhang, the former dean of Xuanhe Academy in Western Chu.
The three Ninth Realm masters appeared together. Their expressions were unprecedentedly solemn.
Beside them, the Island Master of Green Ray Island, a major martial arts sect in Western Zhou who dominated the Western Sea, had an even worse expression.
Although there were still a few people scattered on other islands, this was their temporary base camp.
They had just moved here not long ago, but Chang 'an found them and blocked them all.
How did the news leak?
Was there a mole?
The same thought appeared in their minds.
At this moment, they saw someone fly up from one of the islands toward Chang 'an's camp.
The father and son's eyes flashed when they saw this.
The person who flew up was a member of the Xiang family of the West Chu royal family.
The clouds around Lin Ying dispersed a little, revealing a man with a cold expression who seemed to be emotionless.
The man said, "By Chang 'an's order, the Xiang family of West Chu who sincerely surrenders will not be harmed."
Everyone in West Chu recognized him. "Tang Ze? It's you?! "
Someone cursed, "Great Chu has always treated you well, but you actually surrendered to Chang 'an and ordered people to hunt us down?"
Tang Ze's expression did not change at all. "I'm worried about His Majesty's kindness in the past, so I'm willing to serve Chang 'an in exchange for the lives of more Xiang family members."
Many people in the royal family of West Chu were furious and cursed.
But there were also some people who were shaken and even secretly surprised.
"I'll take your life first to deceive the public."
Zhang Bining, the sect master of Zicheng Mountain and a Ninth Realm Taoist Perfected Person, said coldly.
As she spoke, a beam of sword light shot up into the sky, heading straight for Tang Ze.
Tang Ze stood motionless in the air.
A beam of sword light also flew out of the clouds beside him.
This sword light did not look as agile as Immortal Zhang Bining's sword light, nor could it fly over a long distance like the other party's sword light.
But at this moment, it was fiercer and swifter than the other party in the area of 100 meters!
With a flash of sword light, it had already repelled Zhang Bining's flying sword, leaving Tang Ze safe and sound.
Lin Ying, the master of Misty Sky Peak, the King of Martial Arts in the Ninth Realm, appeared in the clouds.
On the other side, the few people of the royal family of West Chu who had been bribed by Chang 'an's Idle Sky Palace were about to escape from the island and rush to Chang' an's camp when the space around them suddenly distorted.
It turned out that Jia Zhang, the old president of the Xuanhe Academy in West Chu, had made a move.
The Ninth Realm Great Confucian's country and world was about to capture all of them and put them into an independent world.
However, before Jia Zhang's country and world could be completely spread out, it suddenly burst into flames.
Jia Zhang narrowed his eyes and looked to the side.
There, Cao Ranran, the president of the Qingyuan Academy, appeared and cupped his hands calmly. "Brother Zhong Yu, long time no see."
Jia Zhang did not answer, but his expression obviously became serious.
He was looking around.
Besides Lin Ying and Cao Ranran, there were also Zhuo Zui, the head of the Barren Thunder Sect in the Zhou Lands, Yuan Zhe, the president of the Jiguang Academy in the Jin Lands, and Zheng Tianfeng, the head of the Zheng Clan in the Tang Lands.
They surrounded all directions, including the west, so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through.
But what made Jia Zhang and the others even more worried was that they could vaguely sense that there were other masters hiding around, and the threat was even greater.
Slowly, the head of the Yang Clan, Yang Ting, who had been supporting the royal family of Western Zhou, exhaled. "It seems that Chang 'an wants to eliminate the source of trouble today."
Zhuo Zui cupped his hands towards Yang Ting. "Yang Ting, this is not the first time we've fought.
You and Ji Fang were known as the Sword and Saber Duo in the Zhou Lands, and your strength is above mine. I admire you.
However, I've been diligent in my studies and practice recently, and I believe I've improved a little. Today, I'd like to seek guidance from you, Yang Ting. "
After saying that, he directly struck Yang Ting with his palm.
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
Yang Ting immediately unsheathed his saber and met Zhuo Zui's attack head-on.
When he used the Yang Clan's Emerald Wave Saber, it was like a vast expanse of emerald waves. The power of the saber was vast and continuous, and it was also like a raging wave that was incomparably violent. It was truly extraordinary.
The Western Zhou Dynasty had previously acknowledged that he was second only to the King of Zhou, Ji Fang, in martial arts.
When Zhuo Zui had fought him before, he had not gained any advantage.
If not for the fact that Zhuo Zui had retreated as he fought, and was only looking for a way out, Zhuo Zui might have even been at a disadvantage.
However, when they fought again this time, Yang Ting sensed that something was off after just the first move.
In just three or four months, Zhuo Zui's strength had improved greatly.
His palm strike was like a bolt of lightning from the Ninth Heaven.
For a moment, Yang Ting's Emerald Wave Saber was somewhat unable to withstand his opponent's palm strike.
Back then, the Eastern Tang's Yun Mo, Daoist Zhichen, and Yan Xishi had all improved greatly in strength. Now, Zheng Tianfeng, who was eyeing him covetously, had also broken through from the Eighth Level to the Ninth Level in less than a year. "Then, is Zhuo Zui's great improvement in strength also due to Chang 'an City …" A thought flashed through Yang Ting's mind.
Zhuo Zui once again struck down with his palm, hitting the back of Yang Ting's saber. The impact caused Yang Ting's fingers to go numb, and the web between his thumb and forefinger felt like it was about to split.
"This is the Nine Heavens Thunder Palm, and it is a result of our Sect's Desolate Thunder Palm Sutra, under the guidance of Mr Dark Cloud in Chang 'an. I'd like to request Yang Ting's help in revising it."
As Zhuo Zui spoke, he did not slow down. His palms struck out in succession, and it was truly as if lightning from the Ninth Heaven was striking down continuously, as if it was divine punishment.
For a moment, Yang Ting did not have time to reply. He resisted with all his might, but he was beaten to the point where he could only parry and was completely unable to fight back.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yuan Zhe, the Dean of the Jiguang Academy in the Jin Dynasty, unleashing his Country Under the Heavens, and instantly sucking in all the people on the nearby islands.
At the same time, Zheng Tianfeng descended from the sky like a divine mountain, and then landed on the ground.
One of the small islands shook incessantly.
Zheng Tianfeng, on the other hand, was like a giant miracle god, sweeping through the Western Zhou royal martial artists on the island.
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