Rouluo's Three Saints!

"How arrogant!"

But as soon as the men shouted, their longswords were drawn, an irresistible force struck them, sending them flying. The swords slipped from their hands, but Qiu Yan caught them, bent his fingers, and squeezed them hard, turning them into scrap metal with a cracking sound!

This scene left onlookers speechless!

"A demon! It's a demon!" the Daoist shouted wildly, making a hand seal with one hand and throwing out several talismans with the other. He chanted incantations, and the talismans burned halfway through, drawing in Spiritual Qi and releasing soul power!

"You claim to be skilled in Nature Cultivation, yet you can't even achieve the Spirit Projection to open your body in broad daylight, and you still dare to perform rituals! Is this all the qualifications you have?" A cold glint flashed in Qiu Yan's eyes. He opened his mouth and blew, instantly sending sand and stones flying, blowing the talismans back to the Daoist priest, where they rapidly burned!

Qiu Yan didn't even look. He kicked the Incense Burner over, and a naked man with only half his body fell out!

Who else could it be but the Left Wise King?

"Stop!" A shout suddenly rang out from the sky, as loud as thunder, shaking the surrounding area!

Along with this sound came layers upon layers of Spiritual Qi!

The Spiritual Qi surged forth like a tidal wave, rushing in like the Yangtze River. The surrounding trees were immediately thrown about, and then, midway through, it solidified, transforming into sharp arrows!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The long arrow pierced the air and struck rapidly, causing panic to immediately rise among those around Qiu Yan.

The first few rows scattered like birds and beasts, while the last few rows, each one immobilized by the talisman, were terrified and turned pale!

"Interfering with Yin-Yang? Projecting the image in one's mind?" Qiu Yan sensed something and immediately saw through it. "This move, I heard, can only be performed by a cultivator at the peak of the Third Realm who has barely mastered the Martial Dao Spirit!"

Faced with the arrow, Qiu Yan did not retreat or parry, but instead reached out and grabbed the Left Wise King by the neck, lifting him up directly.

The Left Wise King's eyes were closed, and he appeared unconscious. Wisps of smoke curled around his body, with incense burning within.

Crack!

Strange characters flowed across the surface of his body, releasing ripples that tried to shake Qiu Yan's hand away, but to no avail. Qiu Yan's hand was taut and full of strength, gripping tightly, and no matter how much the ripples impacted it, his five fingers remained motionless!

However, the violent impact did cause some tearing and damage to the flesh on his hands!

However, Qiu Yan ignored him. He swung the Left Wise King's body around, making him look like a shield!

"How dare you!"

The voice from the sky rang out again, filled with rage, but with this shout, the sharp arrows that were rushing towards Qiu Yan suddenly vanished. They turned into a gust of wind, rushing past him, blowing his clothes, but without harming him.

That man was ultimately hesitant to act rashly, fearing he might accidentally harm the Left Wise King.

Snap!

At this moment, blood bloomed on Qiu Yan's right hand, injured by the ripples emitted by the character. He then released his grip, causing the Left Wise King, who was now only half-body, to fall back to the ground.

With this fall, the Left Wise King groaned, opened his tightly closed eyes, and gasped for breath, his weakness quite evident. The strange characters clinging to his body swirled rapidly, rushing through his entire body and swallowing up the incense smoke that clung to Left Wise King!

Qiu Yan caught this scene out of the corner of his eye, which made him shudder. But he didn't have time to think about it. Qiu Yan looked up at the sky and saw a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist. At a glance, he was at least ten feet tall. He was holding a large axe, bare-chested, and had thick hair.

The man hovered in mid-air, looking down at Qiu Yan. Even from a distance of more than ten feet, Qiu Yan could clearly see the burning rage in the man's eyes. Not to mention, the terrifying killing intent emanating from the man's entire body even caused the surrounding air pressure to show signs of distortion!

Without a doubt, this person was also a member of the Rouluo Tribe, and the reason for his arrival here is self-evident.

Noticing Qiu Yan's gaze, the burly man sneered and said in a thunderous voice, "I am A Bulu, the leader of the Four Generals under His Highness the Left Wise King!"

These words surprised Qiu Yan: "They say there are four generals, but there are five?"

"What's so strange about that? Your Highness's four generals are replaced every two or three years. I was one of the four generals back then! My strength far surpasses that of the current four!" A Bulu sneered, his face contorting with masculinity. He glared at Qiu Yan and roared, "You dare use the King as a shield? You're utterly depraved! However, I know what's important. If you leave the King and let me take him back, I'll let you go!"

"Your cunning scheme is too clumsy. There's no reason to pull it out so easily. If I were you, I would definitely offer the benefits first, then talk about my own difficulties, preferably mentioning common ground, and only then say I would let you go. That would be more believable." Qiu Yan shook his head, flicked his right hand, and a burst of crimson light shot out, striking the side, immediately eliciting screams.

It turned out that the Left Wise King was enduring excruciating pain and silently drew a circle with one hand. Just as the invisible ring was about to form, Qiu Yan struck him with a beam of blood. Instantly, the ring disintegrated into characters that protected his body, but he was still half a step too slow. His chest was torn open, and blood flowed freely!

"The Left Wise King immediately rolled on the ground, howling in pain. Then he gritted his teeth, widened his eyes, and his hatred was overflowing. If this hatred could solidify into a substance, it would probably turn into a continuous river and swallow Qiu Yan up!"

At that moment, several more whooshing sounds came from the sky.

Upon hearing the voice, the Left Wise King's smile grew even more ferocious, his expression twisted with a mixture of hatred and pleasure.

"You have no chance!" He uttered the words with difficulty, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth. "When I landed, I sent a message to the main tent. I Rouluo, am the overlord of the Grasslands and have gathered many experts. Even if we are not as powerful as the Five Army Commandery of the Great Rui, we are more than enough to deal with a mere scholar like you!"

His voice grew deeper as he spoke, "Even if you kneel and beg for mercy, it will be useless! You will only face death! What? Although I am seriously injured, I have the Mountains-and-Seas Character Mark, so I am unlikely to be killed! On the contrary, you cannot mobilize the Force of Order, and you only have the cultivation of the Third Realm. No matter how many tricks you have, you are useless against absolute power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if to confirm it, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky again. Several different kinds of pressure came down, and three luminous figures solidified in the air!

Qiu Yan focused his gaze, but could not see through the figure behind the light. He only vaguely sensed that the light was not just a charade, but contained some hidden secret.

The previously arrogant A Bulu changed his expression upon seeing these three figures and bowed respectfully.

"To think that the Left Wise King could be injured to such an extent..." An aged voice rang out, and a surge of heat rose from all directions. Where the heat was, a force field was created, making those trapped within it feel as if they were drowning and unable to escape.

"The Three Great Saints! It's actually the Three Great Saints!"

The Daoist priest, who was sweating profusely from Qiu Yan's words and whose mind was disturbed by the series of unexpected events that followed, exclaimed in surprise when he saw the three figures. He then knelt down on the spot and kowtowed repeatedly.

"This humble servant, Zhong Daoning, greets the Holy Master!"

This Daoist priest, who had previously exuded an air of otherworldly elegance and was particularly eloquent and magnanimous when debating with Qiu Yan, suddenly lost all his composure and dignity upon seeing the three figures, lowering his posture to the lowest level, like a servant.

But the three figures ignored Ning Sanshou's greeting and instead shifted their perception to Qiu Yan!

Suddenly, the air around Qiu Yan changed rapidly, becoming increasingly viscous. It was as if he had fallen into a swamp, and his mind and spirit felt as if someone was pointing a sword at him, as if his consciousness would collapse if the sword tip were to be thrust out!

At that moment, another voice rang out, high-pitched like a woman's, yet with a husky quality reminiscent of a man's—

"You scholar are quite interesting. Not only do Nature-Life Dual Cultivation and spirit, but you also bear traces of divine power, which is quite different from the traditions of Confucianism in the Central Plains. It seems you are someone who is not content with the status quo. However, what is most bizarre is that you are also favored by Dragon Qi and possess Soaring Official Qi. It is truly incomprehensible and unfathomable. You two..."

Later, the owner of the voice changed the subject. "Don't kill this person. Keep him for me so I can investigate further."

As soon as the words fell, a round, youthful voice rang out. "Since the Palace Master has spoken, I naturally have no objections. It all depends on whether the Imperial Preceptor is willing."

The aged voice at the beginning said, "Giving it to the Palace Master is naturally fine, but this person has injured the Left Wise King to such an extent that he must be taken to the Royal Court for punishment before being handed over to the Palace Master." Clearly, the owner of this aged voice was the Imperial Preceptor mentioned by the person who called himself "the Venerable One".

"Of course, Your Excellency and the Imperial Preceptor need not worry that I will forcibly take people away," the high-pitched voice addressed as "Palace Master" replied.

The owners of these three voices were clearly three luminous figures. After arriving, they did not rush to make a move, but their words revealed that they were determined to take control of Qiu Yan, seemingly without any concern about any unexpected events!

At the same time, whether it was Na A Bulu, the seriously injured Left Wise King, or even Ning Sanshou of the Bell Sacrifice Dao and his many disciples and listeners, they all held their breath and dared not make a sound.

At that moment, everything in heaven and earth seemed to stand still!

"That's true, but we need to quell the lingering Demon Nascent Soul first. That Nascent Soul should be related to this scholar; it's a variable..." The three of them said, not being presumptuous, and each prepared to make their move.

Listening to their undisguised conversation, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

"The situation has now reversed. Before, it was the Left Wise King who ventured deep into Dingchang with his lone army, but now I am the one surrounded. This situation has arisen earlier than expected. The information I have gathered is still insufficient, but I have no choice but to close the net ahead of time. If I am not mistaken, when something of great importance to Human Path appears, both sides will have to take action..."

As he pondered, he opened the book he was holding in his left hand and poured his thoughts into it! On the cover, he wrote the four large characters "Essentials of the Military Classics," as red as blood!

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