Ambush Killing

Ye Xiwen trailed along at an unhurried pace behind them. His Heavenly Immortal Steps had already been cultivated to an extremely profound realm, so keeping up with them was no difficulty at all.

Ye Xiwen followed the group all the way to a secluded valley outside the city.

Da Qing City Lord Zhao Yan led more than fifty people from Da Qing City as they hurried onward at great speed.

Before long, the people from Dark Devil Valley appeared not far behind them. Dark Devil Valley Lord Wen Bin was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, but his face was filled with sinister malice.

"Careful, there are people behind us!" Da Qing City Lord Zhao Yan seemed to have noticed the Dark Devil Valley group.

"Hahaha, worthy indeed of being the Da Qing City Lord!" Dark Devil Valley Lord Wen Bin laughed loudly. His voice was hoarse; when he raised it, it sounded as though it were tearing apart, sending a chill down one's spine.

Since he had been discovered, Dark Devil Valley Lord Wen Bin did not bother putting on airs. He immediately led his men in a charge.

"It's you, Old Devil Wen!" Da Qing City Lord Zhao Yan said, narrowing his eyes as a powerful aura shot into the sky.

"Hehe, City Lord Zhao, you are a man of the age yourself. Back then, you established a foothold in Da Qing City with nothing but a single spear, so you can be considered someone of consequence. I will not deceive you with empty words. Hand over the Xiantian Pill, and I will leave at once. Dark Devil Valley will surely repay you handsomely in the future!" Wen Bin said with a hoarse chuckle.

"You intend to declare war on Da Qing City and on the Dayue Kingdom court? Are you not afraid of the court's army of suppression?" Zhao Yan said blandly.

"You need not try to scare me. Declare war on the Dayue Kingdom court? I do not have such lofty ambitions. Why would the Dayue Kingdom court notice a small fry like me? Besides, do you think I do not know that you and Da Qing City's City Guard Mansion have long been like fire and water? They would rather see you die sooner and be reborn sooner. You still expect them to help you? Hmph!" Wen Bin sneered repeatedly, exposing Zhao Yan's bluff.

"Retreat! Protect the Young City Lord and withdraw first!" Zhao Yan shouted. He understood clearly that Zhao Qiyan would only be a burden here. As a Xiantian Expert, he could come and go freely on his own. So long as Zhao Qiyan was not here, he could fight without restraint.

"Trying to leave? Wishful thinking!" Wen Bin sneered, then roared, "Kill them!"

At Wen Bin's roar, the Dark Devil Valley disciples beside him charged toward the people of Da Qing City.

Like two raging floods, they slammed fiercely into each other.

Those following Wen Bin and Zhao Yan were all elites from their respective factions. Though they were few in number, every one of them was incomparably vicious, their moves poisonous and savage.

Wen Bin and Zhao Yan collided head-on.

Zhao Yan wielded a long spear. A vast aura burst from his body, and he swept forward like an unrivaled war general, skewering several Dark Devil Valley disciples who had charged too quickly. No one could block a single thrust of his spear.

Wen Bin's sword was like a man-eating venomous snake. One strike sealed the throat, one move took a life. Terrifyingly, it darted toward Zhao Yan's neck like a spirit serpent leaving its hole.

"Boom!" Zhao Yan thrust out his spear, crashing violently against Wen Bin's sword. A terrifying shockwave surged up at once as azure and blood-red True Qi collided fiercely, exploding with a roar that shook the air.

Both were Xiantian Experts. As they fought, terrifying Xiantian Zhenqi lashed wildly about, wave after wave of air forming twisting gusts.

Zhao Yan was clearly a notch stronger than Wen Bin. His spear moved like a dragon, striking again and again.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Explosive metallic clashes rang out. In this life-and-death struggle, neither side dared to be careless.

However, Dark Devil Valley Lord Wen Bin was clearly somewhat inferior to Zhao Yan, and he was soon forced into a disadvantage.

"Friends from Blood Hand Gate, are you still not coming out? Let us join hands and take down these people of Da Qing City first. As for the Xiantian Pill, we can discuss it slowly afterward!" Dark Devil Valley Lord Wen Bin suddenly called out.

"Hahaha, good! Let us join forces and finish Zhao Yan first!" Bloodhand Gate Master An Yuan emerged with the disciples of Blood Hand Gate, laughing loudly.

At this, Zhao Yan's expression finally changed drastically. He was still confident in dealing with Wen Bin, but with another An Yuan added to the fight, today's matter would likely end badly.

An Yuan swiftly joined the siege against Zhao Yan. Under the combined attack of two Xiantian Experts, Zhao Yan was almost immediately driven into a disadvantage.

Ye Xiwen did not continue watching. Instead, he circled around and pursued Zhao Qiyan, the Young City Lord of Da Qing City.

Beyond the valley lay a stretch of woodland. Zhao Qiyan and his group were hurrying into the forest.

"Young City Lord, do not go any farther. It is too quiet ahead!" An experienced guard in Zhao Qiyan's party suddenly said. There was not a single sound in that forest. It was far too abnormal.

"Quick, let us take a detour back. Once we return to Da Qing City, all these traitors will die. I will personally lead troops to flatten Dark Devil Valley!" Zhao Qiyan said coldly.

"Young City Lord, hand over the Xiantian Pill, and I will spare you this once!" A somewhat chilling laugh came from a hillside. Zhao Qiyan looked over and saw that it was An Yunpeng, the Young Gate Master of Bloodhand Gate.

"An Yunpeng, your Blood Hand Gate has truly swallowed the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, daring to lie in ambush and kill me!" Zhao Qiyan shouted.

"Zhao Qiyan, do you really think you are someone important? Do you think your father can come save you now? He can barely save himself. Hand over the Xiantian Pill, or do not blame me for showing no mercy!" A faint sneer appeared on An Yunpeng's pale face.

"Guards, heed my command! Kill every last one of Blood Hand Gate's people!" Zhao Qiyan, who had always been arrogant, was so enraged by An Yunpeng's words that he began shouting wildly.

At the command of their respective young masters, the people of Da Qing City and Blood Hand Gate slaughtered one another. Though their battlefield could not compare to that of Zhao Yan, Wen Bin, and An Yuan, it was no less brutal.

The instant they collided, more than a dozen people were left bleeding profusely as they fell to the ground.

Zhao Qiyan drew his long spear and charged stiffly toward An Yunpeng.

Both were the cream of the crop among their respective factions, both Houtian Ninth Stage experts, and neither had yet reached thirty. Whether a faction was powerful could be seen from how it cultivated disciples above the Xiantian realm.

An Yunpeng struck out with his pair of blood hands, and a bloody stench instantly filled the entire battlefield. The blood of the fallen martial artists made his Bloodhand Skill even more powerful, while his cultivation was clearly a notch higher than Zhao Qiyan's.

Almost the moment they exchanged blows, Zhao Qiyan was suppressed by An Yunpeng.

The guards at Zhao Qiyan's side were soon slaughtered to the last by the more numerous Blood Hand Gate disciples.

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