He wouldn't bother with other people, but he still had to help Zhou Yuan, even setting aside any potential benefits, because they were friends.
Thinking of this, Han Xuanji stood up, his relaxed expression completely vanishing.
With a flick of his sleeve, a golden light flashed beneath his feet, and he transformed into a pale golden streak of light, hurtling towards Zhou Yuan's location.
During his flight, Han Xuanji passed through a valley filled with thunderclouds and encountered a burly figure.
The man, carrying a heavy, jet-black sword, leaned lazily against a piece of dead wood charred by lightning. His leisurely demeanor made him look like a fisherman waiting for a fish to bite.
Li Fu seeing Han Xuanji's hurried appearance, Li Fu's eyes lit up, and his voice boomed like thunder:
"Brother Xuanji? Who are you rushing off to kill?"
Han Xuanji slowed his Li Fu slightly, nodded slightly to Li Fu as a greeting, and succinctly explained his conjecture.
He practiced the Dao of Fate, and sometimes premonitions were crucial.
Li Fu hearing the words " Ten Thousand Immortals Association," Li Fu's arrogant face lit up with undisguised excitement. He licked his lips, like a hunting dog that had smelled blood.
Without a word, he pulled the heavy sword from the ground, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and grinned:
"Targeting the Ten Thousand Immortals Association? You absolutely have to take me with you. If that bastard Chi Yuan is here too, you can leave him to me. I want to see how much arrogance he still has."
In the past, the Ten Thousand Immortals Association Gathering had a large and powerful force, and even if he were strong alone, he would find it difficult to contend with them.
But now the Ten Thousand Immortals Association Society only has ten members at most, so they are not a threat.
Han Xuanji glanced at him, and felt a slight sense of relief.
Li Fu is a straightforward person, without many hidden agendas, making him easy to deal with.
Thank you for your kind offer, Brother Li.
Han Xuanji continued flying forward without stopping, saying:
"However, Chi Yuan shouldn't be here."
With his interference, Chi Yuan probably hasn't reunited with the people from the Ten Thousand Immortals Association yet.
It's likely that the Ten Thousand Immortals Association Society made such a commotion to lure Chi Yuan over.
Upon hearing this, Li Fu couldn't help but glance at Han Xuanji, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:
How did you know Chi Yuan wasn't here?
Although some people said that Chi Yuan was not among the members of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, most people assumed that Chi Yuan had simply not made a move, so Jiang Hanzhou and his group did not act rashly.
"I guessed."
Han Xuanji smiled, naturally without explicitly stating it.
Li Fu didn't press further, but simply chuckled, his tone tinged with amusement:
"Alright, Chi Yuan isn't here, let's start with his men."
The two flew through layers of thunderclouds and rugged mountains, and in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, they saw the seven figures of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association chasing after Zhou Yuan in the distance.
Han Xuanji's gaze passed over the group and landed on Zhou Yuan, who was fleeing in a disheveled state at the front. Seeing that Zhou Yuan's breathing was unstable but he had only suffered minor injuries, Han Xuanji felt somewhat relieved.
His escape light suddenly accelerated, his figure drawing a pale golden arc in mid-air before landing directly on a giant rock between Zhou Yuan and his pursuers. His robes fluttered in the thunder and wind as he calmly swept his gaze over the seven people in front of him.
Li Fu followed closely behind, and the large, black, heavy sword fell from mid-air, crashing into the ground beside the giant rock with a loud thud, sending up a spray of gravel.
He crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over the seven members of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association like a blade, a smug smile playing on his lips. His posture was like that of a tiger sizing up a pack of hyenas that had barged into his door.
Almost simultaneously, everyone in the Ten Thousand Immortals Association stopped in their tracks.
Wang Jue charged ahead, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, though his lips tightened almost imperceptibly.
The others reacted quickly, stopping and stabilizing their formation. However, their momentum was no longer as unrestrained as when they were chasing Zhou Yuan; instead, a silent sense of apprehension filled the air.
After all, Han Xuanji's feat of killing Wang Qing with a single palm strike was already widely known within the Ten Thousand Immortals Association.
Li Fu, on the other hand, is their long-time rival and a force to be reckoned with.
Liu Wanxu frowned, his gaze quickly sweeping back and forth between Han Xuanji and Li Fu, his face ashen.
Han Xuanji and Li Fu are both formidable opponents, and now the two are standing side by side, while our side has seven people. If they were to actually fight, the outcome would be uncertain. Without Chi Yuan to oversee things, it would most likely result in mutual destruction.
His mind raced, but he maintained his amiable smile, gesturing with his hand to the people behind him, signaling them not to act rashly.
This matter is unlikely to end well today, but it doesn't necessarily have to be fought to the bitter end.
He had already devised several escape plans in his mind, just waiting for the right moment to speak.
However, before he could speak, Wang Jue spoke first.
The burly man showed no fear upon seeing Han Xuanji; instead, his eyes gleamed with even greater ferocity.
Wang Qing was his younger brother, and he had been sent out of the Sacred Domain by Han Xuanji with a single palm strike in Mystic Hue Valley. He had been holding a grudge against him ever since, and now that his enemy had delivered himself to his doorstep, how could he back down?
He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and shouted gruffly at Liu Wanxu:
"Vice Chairman Liu, you're not thinking of backing out again, are you? It's one thing for Zhou Yuan to run away, but Li Fu and Han Xuanji are right in front of us. This is a golden opportunity!"
"Seven against two, what are you afraid of?"
He got more and more excited as he spoke, pounding his chest loudly.
"I'll leave Li Fu to me. I've fought him in the outside world, but his advantage has been greatly reduced in this Nine Mysteries Saint Realm. I'm not necessarily afraid of him!"
If the five of you gang up on Han Xuanji, what if it's seven against two? If you don't even dare to fight back, where will the Ten Thousand Immortals Association put its face?
Wan Kun remained silent for a moment, his narrow eyes scanning Han Xuanji several times, as if weighing something.
He was much Wang Jue, but his inherent arrogance was no Wang Jue's. Moreover, he always had absolute confidence in his perception and had just confirmed that there was no one else lying in ambush behind the two of them.
Moreover, this is also a good opportunity to damage Liu Wanxu.
Wan Kun replied without hesitation:
"Seven against three? No, Zhou Yuan's fighting strength is nothing to fear. Seven against two."
We might not lose this battle. If we let them go, we'll inevitably have to face them again in the Immortal Palace.
Rather than waiting for them to unite and defeat us one by one, we should take advantage of the situation now and fight them outnumbered.
Liu Wanxu's brow twitched slightly; he sensed something was wrong.
These two, working in tandem, quickly ignited the fighting spirit of the crowd, completely disrupting his original plan for a cautious retreat.
Wang Jue acted out of a moment of loyalty, while Wan Kun...
At this point, they were still fighting amongst themselves!
He'll have to tell Chi Yuan about this when the time comes.