"Come on, Fellow Daoist Blood Slaughter. I'll take you in."
After giving his instructions, Jian Changfeng said with a smile.
With a wave of his hand, the purple longsword below flew smoothly onto his back.
"If Fellow Daoist Changfeng is busy, there's no need to mind us. We can go in ourselves," Ye Lin said with a wave of his hand and a smile.
It seemed the Demonic Beasts of the Demon-Monster Realm were no weaklings. Even Jian Changfeng had to face them with such caution.
Besides, what place was this? This was the Heavenly Sword Sect's home base.
Back in the Northern Frontier, no matter how arrogant Ye Lin had been, he had never considered attacking the Nine Ancient Clans.
That was because true old monsters were stationed within them.
And even in his own stronghold, Jian Changfeng was this grave and cautious. The strength of the demons and monsters could not be underestimated.
"What are you saying, Fellow Daoist Ye Lin? You are an honored guest I personally invited. Naturally, I should personally lead you inside."
"Come, Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, and the rest of you as well. Inside are geniuses from all across the Crimson Wasteland. You'll have plenty in common to talk about."
Jian Changfeng said with a hearty laugh.
That was one reason. Another was that these people from the Second Region were born with a sense of superiority when facing the geniuses of the Third Region.
Not everyone could cast aside the grudges in their hearts as willingly as he could.
If he let the few before him enter alone, he was afraid some trouble might break out.
After all, he had invited these people, and he had also invited the geniuses inside. If anything happened, it would be no small matter.
They were