Primordial Wilderness: I Am Hong Yun, and I Traded My Saint Position for a Wife at the Start

He gripped the Qingping Sword tightly. The Sword Intent of the Immortal Slaying Sword rose faintly from his body, sending ripples through the void above.

Though the Three Pure Ones had already grown estranged because the three of them held different views and attitudes toward Hong Yun and the others,

when it came to a matter like this, they still stood as one and faced outsiders together.

After all, no matter what, the Ancestral Shamans and Hong Yun were outsiders.

The three of them were the true brothers!

Taiqing looked around at the Ancestral Shamans, his expression growing increasingly grim as he inwardly groaned.

The Ancestral Shamans, no matter how deep their cultivation, all carried the aura of Quasi-Saints.

And then there were Hong Yun and Zhen Yuan Zi!

In other words, the three of them were facing thirteen combatants at the Quasi-Saint level.

How were they supposed to fight that?

The Ancestral Shamans didn't even need to set up the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Formation.

The Three Pure Ones were already at a disadvantage!

What was even more ridiculous was that East King Duke, who had stirred up all this trouble, had slipped away long ago.

And left them to bear the Ancestral Shamans' fury!

After Zhurong finished speaking, he stepped forward toward Taiqing.

The other Ancestral Shamans followed suit.

Hou Tu and Xuanming stood on either side of Hong Yun.

Watching her elder brothers surround the Three Pure Ones, Hou Tu spoke up:

"You ganged up on Hong Yun and attacked him just now!"

"Now the tables have turned!"

"Taiqing, what do you have to say for yourself?"

The fact that even Hou Tu, who had always been mild-mannered, still couldn't let it go showed

just how angry she was at the Three Pure Ones for attacking Hong