Lu Zhi swaggered over to one of the larger spirit springs and declared, "This one is mine!"
Lu Zhi was the first to act. The others wore varying expressions. Though Shi Meng, Shi Han, and Wan Qing still struggled inwardly, none of them ultimately reacted.
Xu Yingwu was about to speak when Xiao Yan stepped forward. "Yours? Who do you think you are, Lu Zhi?"
Seeing that Xiao Yan was the first to stand up, Lu Zhi's expression darkened, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
"Xiao Yan, don't tell me that just because you gained a little advantage through a sneak attack, you really think you're somebody?"
Xiao Yan showed no fear and replied calmly, "Since when did the arrogant Lu Zhi need to rely on threats to scare people?"
"You sharp-tongued brat, die!" Hurricane Patterns condensed around Lu Zhi's legs, and blade after blade of wind shot toward Xiao Yan.
The unknown voice had previously stated that the combat ban would only last one day. Twelve hours had long since passed, and the restrictions on everyone had already been lifted.
Xiao Yan strolled leisurely through the attacks, dodging every wind blade Lu Zhi sent at him. "I wonder if you listened to Lu Mingzhe and washed your neck clean."
Seeing how casual Xiao Yan was, Lu Zhi knew that his strength must have improved again during this time. The coldness in his eyes deepened. He was unquestionably the number one among the younger generation of the Northwest Region. He would not allow anyone to display talent greater than his own. If such a person existed, they had to be killed.
As soon as Xiao Yan and Lu Zhi began fighting, the people beside them understood that these spirit springs would not be so easily claimed. Four large and four