An hour later, in the Daluo Palace.
Ye Chen and Xiao Hei sat at the head of the table. All sorts of delicacies were placed in front of them, and there were dancers dancing gracefully.
The Daluo Emperor, Pei Qinglan, sat on the dragon throne and led a group of ministers to toast Ye Chen.
Although Ye Chen was not interested, he still responded with a smile on account of the former's enthusiasm.
As if sensing his thoughts, Xiao Hei put down his wine glass and said calmly, "Your Majesty, the two of us have come today to ask for a favor."
The Daluo Emperor instantly understood and clapped his hands. The dancers in front of everyone immediately retreated.
The former then looked at Ye Chen with respect, "I wonder what Emperor Ye needs this humble king for."
Ye Chen smiled lightly, "I'd like to borrow Your Majesty's wormhole to go to the Tianfeng sea area. Is that possible?"
The Daluo Emperor was slightly stunned. Clearly, he did not expect Ye Chen's request to be so simple.
He then frowned and said, "Of course. However, Emperor Ye might not know that the situation in the Tianfeng sea area is a little complicated. Is there anything you need us for?"
The flattery in his words was self-evident. Putting aside the fact that Ye Chen had helped him greatly before, Ye Chen was a genuine Emperor's Throne Stage powerhouse.
No dynasty would be willing to give up the opportunity to befriend an Emperor's Throne powerhouse.
Ye Chen was about to decline when he heard Xiao Hei say, "If Your Majesty really wants to, why don't you lend us a few people?"
Ye Chen could not help but look at him.
Xiao Hei said softly, "Master, since the emperor is willing to help, we might as well borrow a few fighters from him. It can be considered as helping us solve some trivial matters."
"May I know who you want to borrow?" The Daluo Emperor said in a daze.
A cunning look flashed through Xiao Hei's eyes, "I'll lend you half of the Daluo Martial Saint Mountain's power!"
The so-called Martial Saint Mountain was the residence that the Daluo Dynasty had specially built for all the Martial Saints in the Daluo Realm. It was also known as the Daluo First Mountain.
On the Martial Saint Mountain, there were a total of more than 30 Martial Saints, and half was more than ten.
The Emperor revealed a troubled expression, and he seemed to be slightly hesitant. However, he gritted his teeth and said, "Alright. So long as I'm able to help Emperor Ye, then I'll naturally do my best to assist you."
As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze swept out and descended onto the violet clothed old man, Wu Gaomin, and he said, "Senior Wu, you count the number of people and make a trip with Emperor Lord Ye."
"Here."
Wu Gaomin stood up and replied.
…
This was a vast grassland, and the atmosphere was very tranquil. A few lone wolves could be vaguely seen drinking in the exposed shallows with their heads lowered.
"Buzz …"
However, this tranquility was broken in the next moment. Lone Wolf, who had been drinking water with his head lowered, instantly fled in all directions, as if he had encountered something terrifying.
The azure void began to distort. When the distortion reached its limit, it was as if a pair of invisible hands had torn a hole in the void.
With the appearance of a huge gap, a monstrous killing intent immediately swept out from the gap.
A skinny figure slowly walked out of the crack in the void.
When his gaze landed on the scene beneath his feet, there were too many emotions in his eyes, "Tianfeng sea area, I'm back again."
Behind him, many figures walked out with Xiao Hei in the lead. Behind them was an army that seemed to be made of killing intent. The killing intent was so dense that it was like a brush that was splashing ink in the air.
"Master, is this the Tianfeng sea area?" Xiao Hei, who was dressed in black armor, raised his eyes and sized up the world.
Wu Gaomin sighed, "I've been to the Tianfeng sea area once, but it's been a long time. My memories have long since faded …"
There were 17 figures standing behind him, and the aura they emitted caused the space to tremble slightly.
They were the 17 Martial Saints of the Daluo Dynasty. With such power, even if Ye Chen did not attack, it was enough to sweep through the entire Tianfeng sea area.
Xiao Hei looked at Ye Chen in confusion, "Master, where are we going next?"
"Naturally, we'll go to the King Mu Fort first!"
Ye Chen took a step forward and headed southeast according to his memory. Xiao Hei and the rest hurriedly followed.
The group flew thousands of kilometers along the way, and all they saw were scenes of devastation or people fighting. Clearly, the Tianfeng sea area had experienced a huge upheaval during Ye Chen's disappearance for a month.
"Someone's coming this way."
Ye Chen suddenly looked ahead and stopped moving. He spread out his Divine Consciousness.
He could sense that there was a group of people rushing over in a panic five kilometers away, and there was a large group of people chasing after them.
There was even a voice that Ye Chen was familiar with. It was an old man in linen clothes with an extremely hunched back.
It was the Nine Yang Sword Leader who had gone missing.
"People of the Kunwu Holy Land, you won't be able to escape. If you know what's good for you, land obediently and be bound. Perhaps I, the Emperor of Great Li, will spare your lives!"
There were two Martial Saints in front of the pursuers. One of them was dressed in black and had an extremely sinister expression.
"The Kunwu Holy Land would rather die than surrender!"
There was blood at the corner of the Nine Yang Sword Leader's mouth. Even though he was in a sorry state, he still held a long sword in his hand and retreated while fighting.
"You're courting death!"
The black-clothed old man's gaze turned cold. Then, he joined forces with a Martial Saint beside him and charged over, "Old Nine Yang, we'll send you to meet the Palace Master of Tai Qing Palace right now!"
"Rumble …"
Under the combined forces of the two second-revolution Martial Saints, the Nine Yang Sword Leader, who was already injured, was even more injured. His right arm was sent flying, and blood splattered into the sky.
"Sword Leader!"
When the Kunwu Holy Land disciples behind saw this, their eyes could not help but crack open in grief.
The Nine Yang Sword Leader's aura surged as he chose to burn his life force, "Go, go quickly, preserve the last bloodline of the Kunwu Holy Land …"
At this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from the void, "Nine Yang Sword Leader, how have you been? “
At the next moment!
A skinny young man with long hair slowly appeared in the air. The young man looked at him calmly.
"I-It's you!"
The Nine Yang Sword Leader was stunned at first. When he saw Ye Chen's face clearly, disbelief filled his eyes.
"Sir …"
The two Martial Saints' expressions changed slightly. They looked at Ye Chen as if they were afraid, "This is a matter of the Great Li Dynasty. I hope you don't …"
They stopped abruptly before they could finish speaking. They saw more than ten figures attacking Ye Chen from behind. The aura that each of the figures exuded was stronger than theirs!
At that moment, intense shock surged in the eyes of the two black-robed old men, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably!
Nearly 20 Martial Saints!
Where did this come from?
They were not the only ones. Even the Nine Yang Sword Leader and the rest were stunned.
Ye Chen took a good look at the two black-robed old men and the people in Great Li attire behind them. His gaze turned cold, "People of the Great Li Dynasty? “
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