A Place to Call for Help

Fan Junming's face darkened as he said in a low voice, "You two! A powerful enemy stands before us! Do not fight among yourselves—we must stand together against them!"

The two men's expressions sank at his words. Fan Junming's warning immediately brought them to their senses, and they cautiously watched the five Blood Demon Sect guardians surrounding them.

"How boring! I was hoping to watch you Divine Arrest Bureau people fight among yourselves. Since you refuse to fight, then die here!"

As soon as the words fell, the five Blood Demon Sect guardians sneered and charged at them. They turned into streaks of crimson afterimages in the air and arrived before them in an instant.

The Curved Saber Guardian appeared before Yuan Jiamu in a flash. His bloody curved saber gathered waves of violent crimson true qi, then he swung it sideways, unleashing a terrifying blood-red cold gleam that slashed fiercely toward Yuan Jiamu.

Wherever it passed, the void rippled violently. The surrounding trees were instantly sliced in two, demonstrating its savage power!

Yuan Jiamu's eyes turned cold. "This time, you won't defeat me as easily as before!"

With that, Yuan Jiamu thrust out his hand and drew the sword embedded in a tree trunk into his grasp. The longsword gathered streams of sharp pale-yellow true qi, and he swung it down, forming a powerful pale-yellow sword gleam in the air to meet the oncoming attack head-on.

Bang!

A violent collision rang out as their powerful attacks crashed together in midair, erupting with a fierce shockwave that blasted the surrounding trees apart and sent them crashing down. Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ground.

Their attacks cancelled each other out in midair, and both retreated seven or eight zhang. Before Yuan Jiamu could steady himself, he suddenly sensed a figure appear