Feng Yun let out a long howl, his body shooting straight into the air. "Feng Xue, Chen Xue!"
"Here!"
"All members of the Sole True Sect!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
"Leave this place and devote yourselves to cultivation. Wait for the next phenomenon!"
Amid Feng Yun's loud laughter, he took Chen Xue and Feng Xue with him, their robes fluttering as they rode the wind and parted the clouds.
Afterward, Feng Xing, Chen Yun, and the others all remained silent. Under their respective orders, everyone from the Sole True Sect retreated like a receding tide.
Across the surface of the lake, countless logs transformed into sharp arrows.
Feng Xue's clear voice drifted casually across the lake. "The greatest feat in the Gods and Devils' war, plotting strategies to shape the storm; countless mighty foes became defeated generals, while Young Master alone laughed and chatted."
Feng Yun's voice came from amid the vast misty waters. "Xue Changqing, if you don't go back now, you'll lose the treasures you've already obtained."
With a burst of laughter, he vanished completely.
Xue Changqing's face was livid.
His heart was filled with boundless bitterness.
Among the Guardians here, he was the leading commander. He was indeed quick-witted and a peerless genius of his generation.
Yet against Feng Yun, once he fell a step behind, he fell behind at every step.
Nearly every move had been calculated perfectly. That feeling of helplessness was indescribably miserable.
"The combination of Feng Yun and Yan Beihan can truly suppress every genius of the younger generation under heaven!"
Xue Changqing thought silently.
Before entering, he had learned that Feng Yun and Yan Beihan were rivals who refused to yield to each other.
Only after entering did he discover that he had been completely mistaken.
Their cooperation was seamless. Where was