Ambush

Ye Xiwen slowly caught up, following leisurely behind these people. His Heavenly Immortal Steps had also been cultivated to an extremely profound realm, so keeping up with them was not difficult at all.

Ye Xiwen followed everyone out of the city to a secluded valley.

The Da Qing City Lord, Zhao Yan, led the people of Da Qing City, about fifty or so, on a rapid march. Their speed was very fast.

Not far behind, the people from Dark Devil Valley had already appeared. The Dark Devil Valley Lord, Wen Bin, was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, but his face was full of sinister expressions.

"Be careful, there are people behind us!" The Da Qing City Lord seemed to have noticed the group from Dark Devil Valley behind them.

"Hahaha, as expected of the Da Qing City Lord!" The Dark Devil Valley Lord, Wen Bin, laughed heartily, his voice hoarse. His loud laughter sounded like a broken voice, making it somewhat chilling.

Since they had been discovered, the Dark Devil Valley Lord did not hesitate. He immediately led his men and charged forward.

"It's you, Old Devil Wen!" The Da Qing City Lord, Zhao Yan, narrowed his eyes, his powerful aura soaring into the sky.

"Heh heh, City Lord Zhao, you are also a remarkable figure. You established yourself in Da Qing City single-handedly back then. I won't deceive you with words. Hand over the Xiantian Pill, and I will leave immediately. Dark Devil Valley will surely repay you handsomely in the future!" Wen Bin chuckled, his voice hoarse.

"Are you declaring war on Da Qing City, and on the imperial court of Dayue Kingdom? Aren't you afraid of the imperial court's punitive expedition?" Zhao Yan said calmly.

"You don't need to bluff me. Declare war on the Dayue Kingdom's imperial court? I don't have that much ambition. How could the Dayue Kingdom's imperial court notice a small figure like me? Besides, do you think I don't know that you and the Da Qing City Guard Office have long been at odds? They can't wait for you to die sooner rather than later. You expect them to help you? Humph!" Wen Bin sneered repeatedly, exposing Zhao Yan's words.

"Retreat! You protect the Young Master and retreat first!" Zhao Yan immediately shouted. He understood that Zhao Qiyan's presence here was a burden. As a Xiantian expert, he was free to come and go. As long as Zhao Qiyan was not here, he could fight with all his might.

"Trying to leave? Too simple!" Wen Bin sneered repeatedly and roared, "Kill them!"

With Wen Bin's roar, the people of Dark Devil Valley around him charged towards the people of Da Qing City.

They collided like two torrents.

The people beside Wen Bin and Zhao Yan were the elites of their respective forces. Although their numbers were not large, they were all incredibly fierce, their moves vicious and powerful.

Wen Bin and Zhao Yan directly clashed fiercely.

Zhao Yan wielded a long spear, and a majestic aura emanated from his body. He was like a peerless general, sweeping through them, even picking off several fast-charging Dark Devil Valley disciples. No one could block his spear.

Wen Bin wielded a long sword like a man-eating viper, aiming for the throat, a move to kill. It was incredibly terrifying. Like a spirit snake emerging from its hole, he attacked Zhao Yan's neck.

"Boom!" Zhao Yan thrust his spear, and it fiercely collided with Wen Bin's long sword. A terrifying shockwave was immediately generated. The cyan and blood-red Zhenqi clashed violently, emitting a deafening roar that shook the air.

Both were Xiantian level experts. Their battle unleashed terrifying Xiantian Zhenqi, with waves of energy forming gusts of wind.

Zhao Yan was clearly a notch stronger than Wen Bin, his spear like a dragon, attacking frequently.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The sounds of metal clashing echoed. In this life-and-death struggle, neither side dared to be careless.

However, the Dark Devil Valley Lord, Wen Bin, was clearly inferior to Zhao Yan and quickly fell into a disadvantage.

"Friends from the Blood Hand Gate, why don't you come out? Let's join forces to take down these people from Da Qing City first. As for the Xiantian Pill, we can discuss it later!" The Dark Devil Valley Lord, Wen Bin, suddenly spoke.

"Hahaha, good, let's join forces to take care of Zhao Yan!" The Bloodhand Gate Master, An Yuan, appeared with the members of the Blood Hand Gate, laughing heartily.

At this moment, Zhao Yan's expression finally changed drastically. He was still confident in dealing with Wen Bin, but with An Yuan added, things were likely to go badly today.

An Yuan quickly joined the ranks of those surrounding Zhao Yan. Under the siege of two Xiantian experts, Zhao Yan almost immediately fell into a disadvantage.

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

Beyond the valley was a forest. Zhao Qiyan and his group were rushing into the forest.

"Young Master, don't go yet. It's too quiet ahead!" Suddenly, an experienced guard in Zhao Qiyan's team said. The forest was completely silent, which was highly abnormal.

"Quick, let's take a detour back. As long as we return to Da Qing City, all these rebels will die. I will personally lead the troops to flatten Dark Devil Valley!" Zhao Qiyan said coldly.

"Young City Lord, hand over the Xiantian Pill, and I'll let you go this time!" A slightly sinister laugh came from a hillside. Zhao Qiyan looked and saw that it was the Young Gate Master of the Blood Hand Gate, An Yunpeng.

"An Yunpeng, your Blood Hand Gate has really grown bold to dare ambush me!" Zhao Qiyan shouted.

"Zhao Qiyan, do you really think you're someone important? Do you think your father will come to save you now? He's in a precarious situation himself. Hand over the Xiantian Pill, or be careful, I won't be polite!" An Yunpeng's pale face revealed a slight cold smile.

"Guards, obey my orders! Kill all the people from the Blood Hand Gate!" The usually arrogant Zhao Qiyan was instantly enraged by An Yunpeng's words.

The people of Da Qing City and the people of the Blood Hand Gate, under the command of their respective young masters, began to slaughter each other. Although it was not as intense as the battle between Zhao Yan, Wen Bin, and An Yuan, the cruelty was no less.

As soon as they clashed, more than a dozen people were bleeding profusely and fell to the ground.

Zhao Qiyan drew his long spear and thrust it directly at An Yunpeng.

Both sides were the elites of their respective forces, all Houtian Ninth Stage experts, and they were less than thirty years old. However, whether a force was strong or not could be seen from the cultivation of its Xiantian and above disciples.

An Yunpeng unleashed his blood-red hands, and a bloody aura instantly permeated the entire battlefield. The blood of the fallen warriors made his Bloodhand Skill even more powerful, and his cultivation was clearly superior to Zhao Qiyan's.

Almost at the moment they engaged, Zhao Qiyan was suppressed by An Yunpeng.

Zhao Qiyan's guards were quickly slaughtered by the disciples of the Blood Hand Gate, who had a numerical advantage.