Hearing this, Fang Han's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Many Qingyang Prefecture young people also had slightly cold expressions on their faces and looked towards the direction where the sound came from.
On the east side of the basin, eight young people stood on a raised boulder.
They were uniformly dressed in dark blue attire, with a silver lightning pattern embroidered on the cuffs.
The leader was about twenty-five or six years old, tall and thin, with a handsome face, but there was a bit of undisguised arrogance in his narrow eyes.
He stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes swept in the direction of Qingyang Prefecture, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, it was the person who had just spoken.
"They are from East Foothills Prefecture, Thunderlight Pavilion."
Chen Wuhen's voice sounded, and the folding fan in his hand stopped shaking. His eyes fell on the disciple uniforms worn by several people, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Thunderlight Pavilion, East Foothills Prefecture is one of the top forces, and its status is comparable to Qingyang Prefecture's Seven Sects.
"What senior brother said is that it would be really embarrassing to let a 20-year-old kid reach the top of Prodigy Ranking."
Next to the tall and thin young man, another disciple of the Thunderlight Pavilion spoke with the same contemptuous tone.
"I didn't expect that the younger generation Qingyang Prefecture would not end up like this."
Another person spoke with a smile, glancing in the direction of Qingyang Prefecture, with a hint of joking in his voice.
These few words were like a fire, igniting the suppressed anger of all the young people in Qingyang Prefecture.
"Qingyang Prefecture The younger generation is in decline?"
Qingyang Prefecture Prodigy Ranking The third Tyrant Blade Sect Mad Blade The muscles on that rough face twitched slightly.
The broad-edged sword on his shoulder, which looked like a door panel, buzzed and trembled, as if he could feel the anger in his master's heart.
"East Foothills Prefecture's trash, how dare you talk nonsense?"
When he spoke, his voice was low, but it sounded like muffled thunder at the edge of the basin.
The gaze of disciple Xue Wu, the leader of the Thunderlight Pavilion, turned around instantly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his narrow eyes.
"Who are you calling a waste?"
His voice was not loud, but it had a cold quality to it.
"Whoever answers the call is a loser."
Mad Blade grinned, and there was no warmth in that smile.
He shouldered the giant sword and took a step forward.
This step, seemingly casual, carries an undisguised provocation.
Thunderlight Pavilion Several young people looked ugly.
Xue Wu's eyes flashed coldly, and he pressed his right hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist.
"Then let's see who is the waste?"
His voice was still calm, but underneath that calmness was suppressed an anger that was about to erupt.
"Are you afraid?"
Mad Blade sneered and took another step forward.
The giant knife slid down from the shoulder, the tip of the knife pointed diagonally at the ground, and Blade Qi was vaguely circulating on the blade.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
At the edge of the basin, young people from other forces cast their gazes one after another.
Some people's eyes were filled with excitement as they watched the excitement, while others frowned slightly, as if they were impatient.
"That's enough."
A deep voice sounded.
Thunderlight Pavilion Behind everyone, a middle-aged man in his fifties with a face of Fang Zheng walked out slowly.
He wore a dark blue robe, and the cuffs were also embroidered with silver lightning patterns, but they were more complicated and delicate than the disciples.
His eyes swept over Mad Blade, then landed on Xue Wu, and said calmly:
"If you want to win or lose, go inside and fight."
"Yes, Xue Elder."
Several disciples of the Thunderlight Pavilion dare not refute, so they should be respectful.
"When we get to the ruins, I want to see how powerful you are. How dare you look down on me, Qingyang Prefecture, the younger generation."
Seeing that he could no longer fight, Mad Blade put away the knife, but his eyes were still fixed on Xue Wu.
"Each other."
Xue Wu said with a slight cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
The two people's eyes met in the air, as if there were real sparks flying.
The invisible smell of gunpowder lingers over this basin.
At this moment--
There was a slight commotion coming from the direction of the basin entrance.
Fang Han's eyes moved slightly and he looked up.
A group of more than ten people were walking slowly from the mountain road.
The first person was a middle-aged man in his forties.
He wore a Moon-White robe, with complicated cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread on the corners of the robe, and a sheathed long sword hanging from his waist. The scabbard was simple and without extra decoration.
His face is handsome, his temperament is elegant, and his steps are neither fast nor slow, as if he were strolling in a leisurely courtyard.
Behind him were twelve young disciples.
Seven men and five women, all in their twenties, all dressed uniformly, Moon-White, with a light cyan wind pattern embroidered on the cuffs.
Their steps were steady, their breath was restrained, and their eyes were scanning the surroundings calmly. There was no curiosity or nervousness, but a kind of calm indifference that they were accustomed to seeing.
"Which force is this?"
A young man spoke in a low voice, with doubts in his voice.
"Looking at his clothes, he doesn't look like someone from nearby counties..."
Another young man answered with doubts.
Knowing that during Ancient Ruins's trip, he would encounter people from several nearby counties, he went out of his way to get to know the top forces in the nearby counties.
At the edge of the basin, many young people's eyes fell on this new team, their eyes full of confusion.
They had never seen such clothing, and had never heard of such a force.
Not only the young people, but even some older generation warriors frowned slightly at this moment, unable to recognize which force this belonged to.
"Which force is this?"
A Elder member of the East Foothills Prefecture force spoke in a low voice, his eyes falling on the team, and his brows furrowed.
"I travel to several nearby counties and have never seen this kind of clothing..."
The other old man shook his head, with a bit of confusion in his tone.
"Could it be that they are not forces from several nearby counties?"
Another person guessed.
Discussions are gradually rising, but few people can tell the reason.
Fang Han's eyes fell on that team, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
He had read through the sect's information about the major forces in nearby counties, but had never seen such clothing.
"Vice Hall Master Chen."
He turned his head and looked at Chen Wanjun, who seemed to recognize him with no confusion in his eyes not far away, and asked in a low voice.
"What kind of force are these people... from?"
Chen Wanjun did not answer immediately.
He just looked at the team quietly, a trace of solemnity that could not be concealed flashed through his eyes as bright as morning stars.
After a moment, he spoke slowly and in a very low voice:
"It's Overlord-Level Faction, Heavenly Origin Sect, which is extremely far away from East Foothills Prefecture."
"Overlord-Level Faction? Heavenly Origin Sect?"
Fang Han raised his eyebrows slightly. He had never heard the word Overlord-Level Faction before.
"Deputy Hall Master Chen, what is Overlord-Level Faction?"
Luo Yuntian also heard Chen Wanjun's words, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he looked sideways at Chen Wanjun.
Chen Wanjun was silent for a moment and said slowly:
"Overlord-Level Faction is a powerful force headed by Great Grandmaster who is above the Grand Master."
He paused and continued.
"Their influence is no longer limited to a certain county, but radiates to several surrounding counties and even wider."
As soon as these words came out, Fang Han and Luo Yuntian looked at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes that was hard to conceal.
A strong master is already incomparably powerful in their eyes, but they don't expect that someone above the master can actually reach a state like Great Grandmaster.
Azure Profound Sect, as the top force, only joined forces with the other six forces to bring Qingyang Prefecture into its sphere of influence.
As for Overlord-Level Faction, its sphere of influence can actually cover several counties.
The strength is evident.
"Deputy Hall Master Chen, where does this force... come from?"
Fang Han asked.
"Heavenly Origin Sect is located in Heavenly Origin Prefecture, which is several counties away from East Foothills Prefecture. Its sphere of influence covers the surrounding five counties."
Chen Wanjun's eyes fell on that team and his voice was low.
"This time Ancient Ruins is opened, I didn't expect that they also sent people here."
Fang Han Silence.
Overlord-Level Faction covering five counties... gave him a new understanding of the power structure of this world.
Qingyang Prefecture Seven Sects was already a giant in his eyes, but now he learned that there was an existence far more powerful than Seven Sects.
On the east side of the basin, on a slightly higher gentle slope, several figures stand scattered.
They wore different clothes, hanging badges on their waists, or embroidering coats of arms. They were the leaders of several major forces in nearby Songquan County.
"That's..."
An old man wearing a blue-grey robe with gray beard and hair narrowed his eyes, his gaze fell on the Moon-White team, and his voice was slightly condensed.
"Heavenly Origin Sect?"
"Shi Elder, what did you say? Heavenly Origin Sect?"
Next to him, a middle-aged man with a rich face and wearing dark red Brocade Robe raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
"Can't go wrong."
The old man called Shi Elder is Songquan Prefecture Vast Pine Abbey Elder Shi Jing.
He nodded slowly and followed the team closely.
"That clothing, that pattern, I saw it once more than ten years ago, it is from Overlord-Level Faction Heavenly Origin Sect."
As soon as these words came out, the Elders of the surrounding Songquan Prefecture forces all had stern looks on their faces.
"Overlord-Level Faction... Why are you interested in Ancient Ruins of this level?"
Songquan Prefecture Dragon Spring Manor Elder Wei Song, an old man with a thin body and a slightly yellow complexion, spoke in a low voice with a bit of confusion in his tone.
"With the resources Overlord-Level Faction has at his disposal, he should look down on Ancient Ruins of this level?"
"Who knows."
Shi Jing shook his head slightly.
"Perhaps it is for the disciples to experience, or perhaps there is something in this Ancient Ruins that they are interested in. Overlord-Level Faction's thoughts are beyond our ability to guess."
After a slight pause, he sighed and continued.
"With Overlord-Level Faction Heavenly Origin Sect's disciples here, it seems that the younger generation from our counties will become foils."
"Stone Elder, that's not the case, is it? Those gathered here are the most outstanding young people from the five counties near us!"
Wei Song somewhat disagreed.
"Heavenly Origin Sect disciples, no matter how strong they are, shouldn't be able to suppress the younger generation of our five counties, right?"
"You underestimate Overlord-Level Faction too much. As a disciple of Overlord-Level Faction, disciple Heavenly Origin Sect has resources and skills that far exceed those of our disciples."
"Compared with the younger generation in our five counties, they are not only stronger, but probably more than one step stronger."
Shi Jing shook his head and said.
"In your opinion, wouldn't the best things in the ruins have to be taken away by the Heavenly Origin Sect, the forces outside our five counties?"
Another Elder said rather reluctantly.
This Ancient Ruins has almost been regarded as a forbidden area by the five nearby counties. Now that a force from outside the five counties has come to participate and wants to take away the best things in the ruins, he is really unwilling to do so.
"What can be done about this? Overlord-Level Faction, with the powerful Great Grandmaster in charge, is not something that small local forces like us can provoke!"
Shi Jing sighed.