Never Forgotten, and Echoes

Yun Xingyu was tied down by the Luo brothers. Though his magical treasures and superior cultivation realm kept him from losing, facing the two brothers' pincer attack left him with no good way to win quickly or break free.

Left with no choice, he could only focus on fending off their attacks.

Yet after only a few exchanges, a bolt of lightning suddenly shot down from the sky beside him, streaking straight toward him.

"Despicable bastard, you actually dared to launch a sneak attack!"

He barely dodged the attack with the help of a magical treasure, then immediately turned and cursed furiously at the rear.

At a time like this, who still cared about maintaining an immortal's bearing?

Yun Xingyu knew his goal with absolute clarity.

No matter what, he would kill every last one of these bastards before him!

"Stop standing around! Anyone capable of joining the fight, get down there! You fucking lowly trash from subordinate sects, do you really think huddling together for warmth means you can turn the heavens upside down?!"

At Yun Xingyu's call, quite a few elders from the Myriad Clouds Sect's main branch also stepped forward to support him.

Dozens of Purple Palace Realm cultivators gathered together, and with spells flying wildly in every direction, the situation instantly descended into chaos.

"Perfect chance!"

The great cultivators had found their own battlefield, and naturally, Luo Yunxi was not about to stand there foolishly.

He remembered all too clearly that he still had a debt of vengeance to repay!

With a leap, Luo Yunxi swiftly broke through the nearby clouds.

Beneath the cloud cover, Empty Mountain Valley cultivators in full battle gear already stood packed together in a dense mass.

"Everyone, have you forgotten Old Fourth's hatred?"

Luo Yunxi roared, and memories that had long