Time flies, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Feng Bailong, accompanied by Yue Yi and Mochen, arrived in front of the Wind Sword Sect. Looking at the quiet Wind Sword Sect, an ominous feeling rose in Feng Bailong's heart.
"Bad people, you can arrest people all you want, but you won't even give them food. That's so unfair. Great-grandmother, maternal grandmother, father and mother, Yue Yi misses you all." Yue Yi's eyes were slightly red, and she touched her rumbling tummy with her little hands.
"Yue Yi, say less and save your energy, otherwise you'll get hungrier and hungrier." Mochen said weakly, but his eyes were full of displeasure as he looked at Feng Bailong.
"Oh, Sect Master Feng, you brought my daughter here as a guest without even saying hello. Isn't that a bit beneath your dignity?" Jun Xuehan's figure appeared on the mountain gate of the Wind Sword Sect in a few flashes.
When Feng Bailong saw Jun Xuehan appear, his pupils shrank. To be precise, he wasn't looking at Jun Xuehan sitting on the mountain gate, but at Tang Yuehua, who was being held in Jun Xuehan's hand.
"Daddy, Daddy, Yue Yi is here." Yue Yi's eyes lit up when she saw Jun Xuehan appear, and she called out to him.
"Yuehua! The His Holiness the Pope of the Martial Spirit Hall actually resorted to blackmailing women. Jun Xuehan, your shameless actions are truly appalling. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the Soul Master of the continent?" Feng Bailong narrowed his eyes and said Jun Xuehan.
"Feng Bailong, as the sect leader of Lower Four Sects, you dare to attack two children whose Martial Soul haven't even awakened yet? You have the nerve to talk about ridicule. We're just like the pot calling the kettle black, each of us is equal." Jun Xuehan grabbed Tang Yuehua and couldn't help but sneer, speaking without any concern.
"Jun Xuehan, put down Yuehua. If you have any problems, come at me. I, Feng Bailong, will take responsibility for my actions." Feng Bailong looked at Jun Xuehan, and two yellow, two purple, and five black Nine Soul Rings, along with a Martial Soul Flying Sword, gradually appeared beneath his feet, hovering quietly in front of him.
"Put my daughter down, and we can talk everything over." A silver light appeared in Jun Xuehan's hand, and the Silver Dragon Spear appeared in his hand. Eight spirit rings flashed beneath his feet: five black, three red, and Eight Soul Rings.
Feng Bailong's Flying Sword was pressed against Yue Yi's neck, while Jun Xuehan's Silver Dragon Spear was pressed against Tang Yuehua's throat. Their powerful auras clashed continuously.
"Jun Xuehan, don't push us to the brink of destruction. It won't benefit either of us," Feng Bailong said coldly, looking at Jun Xuehan.
"Feng Bailong, you can try. If you dare to touch my daughter even a hair, I will slaughter your entire Wind Sword Sect." Jun Xuehan, snapping her fingers. People from the Spirit Hall Main Branch and the Wind Snow Main Pavilion then led the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect out.
"Jun Xuehan, let's count to three at the same time and release them simultaneously. We'll handle the rest according to the rules of the Soul Master World, okay?" Feng Bailong said earnestly.
"Okay!" Jun Xuehan agreed, meeting Feng Bailong's gaze.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
After the three sounds, Feng Bailong put Yue Yi and Mochen down, while Jun Xuehan did not release Tang Yuehua either.
"Jun Xuehan, I knew you wouldn't keep your word!" Feng Bailong said coldly, looking at Jun Xuehan.
"So Feng Bailong, you're a man of your word?" Jun Xuehan sneered, speaking without a care in the world.
Just then, a majestic voice slowly rang out from behind Feng Bailong.
"I want to see who dares to cause trouble within our Star Luo Empire and doesn't take our Star Luo Imperial Family seriously at all." Dai Tian walked over slowly with his hands behind his back.
Behind Dai Tian followed the Star Luo Imperial Family Imperial Guards.
"Get out, get back to your Star Luo Imperial Palace, or I'll destroy your entire Star Luo Imperial Family." Jun Xuehan's gaze fell on Dai Tian, her eyes filled with coldness.
"Presumptuous..."
Before Dai Tian could finish speaking, a figure gradually emerged from behind Jun Xuehan.
First, two yellow, two purple, and five black Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo flashed beneath their feet. Next, six elders flashed beneath their feet, each with Nine Soul Rings.
Finally, there was Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong with seven black and two red soul rings, and Qian Renxue with Eight Soul Rings flashing beneath her feet.
An immense aura, like a mountain, emanated from them.
"The weather seems nice today, perfect for hunting. Judging from the expressions of Sect Master Feng and Pavilion Master Jun, they probably don't have time to go hunting with me. You can go about your business for now. I'll take my men and go hunting first. No need to see me off." Dai Tian's tone changed abruptly as he looked at the people who had appeared. He turned around and prepared to leave with the Imperial Guards.
Two Limit Douluo, six Super Douluo, two Titled Douluo, and two Eight-Ring Soul Douluo. Although Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue are both Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, one is comparable to Limit Douluo, and the other is comparable to Super Douluo.
Although Dai Tian was also a Level 94 Titled Douluo with a Soul Power of level 94, it seemed that he, as Titled Douluo, was of little use in front of them.
As for what happened in the Wind Sword Sect, it has absolutely nothing to do with their Star Luo Imperial Family.
If it were within their capabilities, the Star Luo Imperial Family wouldn't mind helping the Wind Sword Sect, but in the current situation, it's not that Dai Tian doesn't want to help, but that he's truly powerless to do so.
Feng Bailong watched Dai Tian stride away, feeling somewhat speechless. He had thought Dai Tian was coming to help him, but it turned out that Dai Tian was about to leave after just one sentence.
But as people appeared one after another, Feng Bailong gripped Yue Yi's hand even tighter. He now knew very well that Yue Yi in his hand was his only bargaining chip.
"Dad, Mom, Great-grandfather, Grandma, Yue Yi is here." Upon seeing the people who appeared, Yue Yi's face showed a wronged expression, and her eyes reddened slightly.
"Feng Bailong, release my daughter! We can let bygones be bygones and pretend this never happened!" Qian Renxue clenched her hands tightly as she looked at Yue Yi.
The anger in his heart was churning, and a feeling of heartache spread from his heart. His eyes were fixed on Yue Yi.
"Then please ask Your His Holiness the Pope to first have Jun Xuehan release Yuehua, otherwise swords have no eyes, and I cannot guarantee that Your Highness will not suffer any accidents." The Flying Sword in front of Feng Bailong moved closer, and the sharp blade caused faint traces of blood to appear on Yue Yi's neck.
Jun Xuehan gave Gui Mei and Yue Guan a wink, then grabbed Tang Yuehua's hand and leaned towards the mountain, her gaze fixed quietly on Feng Bailong.