"Holy Son" Yu Le!
Yu Le's gaze turned cold as he looked toward the Spirit Field in the mountains. The Spirit Field was not large, but it was packed with all kinds of spirit medicines.
It was just before the harvest season, and the various spirit medicines in the Spirit Field gave off captivating colors and fragrances.
The Colorful Scale Clan and the Tianshui Sect each insisted they were in the right.
The Tianshui Sect said the Spirit Field belonged to them, while the Colorful Scale Clan claimed it was theirs. They argued endlessly before coming to blows.
Lin Bai had only just arrived and was not very familiar with the distribution of the Spirit Fields here, so he said nothing.
Moreover, Lin Bai did not understand the "alliance agreement" Tang Wei had mentioned earlier. He did not know what agreement the Tianshui Sect had reached with the Three Great Demon Clans, so it would not have been appropriate for him to interfere.
"Fellow Daoists of the Tianshui Sect, I ask that you hand over the Spirit Field. If you dare to continue making trouble, don't blame me for being impolite."
Yu Le's expression was icy as he secretly condensed a powerful surge of water spiritual power in his palm.
"Is that so? I'd like to see how you plan to be impolite."
Tang Wei was a thorn herself. She was not afraid in the slightest and instead looked at Yu Le provocatively.
"Hmph! You're courting death!"
Yu Le gave a cold snort. The power in his palm surged forth like the Milky Way flowing backward, crashing down from above and charging toward Tang Wei.
A dazzling expanse of water immediately appeared in midair and lashed toward Tang Wei.
This power was extraordinarily mighty. If Tang Wei could not withstand