Wind City Moya Village.
Beside a stream at the end of the village, a girl of about ten years old and a beautiful woman dressed in plain clothes were leaning against a big tree, splashing in the water.
White feet rippled in the water.
Upon closer inspection, one will discover that the beautiful woman in simple white clothes is none other than Duanmu Yunshang.
"Sister Duanmu, you were so amazing yesterday! You single-handedly drove away dozens of Spirit-Hunting Bandits. Xue'er wants to be just as impressive as you in the future."
The little girl nestled in Duanmu Yunshang's arms and said with adoration.
"Hehe! Xue'er will definitely be just as amazing as her older sister in the future."
Duanmu Yunshang let out a silvery laugh and patted the little girl's head encouragingly.
Duanmu Yunshang arrived at Moya Village yesterday and happened to encounter the Spirit-Hunting Bandits robbing the Moya Village.
Duanmu Yunshang would not stand idly by in this situation. She single-handedly killed the leader of the Spirit-Hunting Bandits Spirit-Hunting Bandits wounded dozens of them. The bandits then turned tail and fled.
After driving away the Spirit-Hunting Bandits, Duanmu Yunshang stayed for a day at the invitation of the villagers.
Since arriving in the Longevity Realm, she has been spending her days in pursuit and battle, so this rare moment of leisure is something Duanmu Yunshang is particularly enjoying.
Although she wanted to stay a few more days, Duanmu Yunshang was thinking of Lin Heng and Liu Ling'er, so she decided to set off tonight to reach the Chaotic Sand Sea, cross this dangerous land, and return to the Human Race territory to find Lin Heng and the others.
"Um?"
Duanmu Yunshang, who was resting under a tree, suddenly sensed a powerful aura coming from behind her and turned around abruptly.
In the village, village chief Dong He was leading a group of people briskly towards them.
Duanmu Yunshang immediately recognized that the people Dong He brought were the Devil Race cultivators who had chased her before. The leader was a man with a buzz cut and a hideous scar on his forehead that looked like a centipede.
"Sister, who are those people? Why is Grandpa Village Chief so respectful to them?"
Still unaware of what had happened, Xue'er asked curiously.
Duanmu Yunshang glanced at Xue'er beside her, whose eyes still held an innocent look. What a good child. It's a pity that growing up in such a place will eventually taint her innocence.
"It's alright, Xue'er. They're here to see your sister. You should get some rest, and everything will be alright after you wake up."
Duanmu Yunshang gently stroked Xue'er's head one last time, then, taking her by surprise, delivered a karate chop to Xue'er's neck, knocking her unconscious.
Although Xue'er will eventually see the cruelty of life, Duanmu Yunshang at least doesn't want to see that scene happen to her.
After knocking Xue'er, Duanmu Yunshang gently placed her under a tree, then got up and walked towards the village.
When she was about ten meters away from Dong He and the others, Duanmu Yunshang stopped.
"You bastard Dong He, I just saved your whole village yesterday, and you repay kindness with enmity!"
Duanmu Yunshang couldn't help but rebuke him angrily.
Dong He showed no remorse whatsoever, and sneered, "Ha! Who told you to be so valuable? Just a piece of information can be exchanged for ten Source Stone. After the adults kill you, our village will still have their protection, and no more Spirit-Hunting Bandits will come to bully us."
Looking at Dong He's despicable face, and recalling his obsequious manner towards her yesterday, Duanmu Yunshang felt a wave of nausea.
Before Duanmu Yunshang could speak again, Zhao Wansong, the scarred man standing next to Dong He, said coldly, "A Human Race Ascenders to roam freely in our Devil Race's Blood Baleful Intent Region and has killed so many of our Devil Race cultivators. Do you really think that with your Peak Supreme Saint cultivation, you can run rampant in our Devil Race?"
"Snort!"
Duanmu Yunshang scoffed disdainfully, " Devil Race? If you were truly capable, why would you have chased me all the way here, only to have so many of your people killed by me instead?"
When his sore spot was touched, Zhao Wansong's face turned cold.
It is an indisputable fact that Human Race are stronger than Devil Race, but the Devil Race never admit it.
Now, a Human Race Ascenders has wreaked havoc on Devil Race territory and has been unable to capture her for a long time. This has damaged the reputation of the Devil Race, and even the Ninefold Heaven have personally sent word that this Human Race female Ascenders must be killed at all costs.
If Duanmu Yunshang had retorted like that before, Zhao Wansong wouldn't have known how to respond.
But at this moment, he had absolute confidence.
Zhao Wansong pointed at Duanmu Yunshang and said angrily, "Don't be so arrogant! Today we have three Peak Supreme Saint here. Even the Ancestor Fengcheng, Leng Tianjue, has promised that he will come over as soon as he finds news of you."
Zhao Wansong's words caused Duanmu Yunshang's expression to change. She had naturally heard of the Ancestor Fengcheng, who was Nirvana Realm expert, and was definitely not someone she could currently contend with.
Duanmu Yunshang chose to travel through Wind City this time because she anticipated that the pursuers behind her would think she would bypass Wind City, so she took the risk of passing right under the nose of this Nirvana Realm expert.
Unfortunately, because of a moment of weakness, he made a move in Moya Village and agreed to stay there for an extra day, which led to the people of Moya Village betraying him and contacting the Devil Race pursuers.
"Heh! Don't worry, we won't kill you today."
Seeing Duanmu Yunshang remain silent, Zhao Wansong laughed smugly, "We will cripple your cultivation, then hang you at the border between Human Race and Devil Race territories, cutting off a piece of your flesh every day, letting you die in endless torment. This will also serve as a warning to those Human Race cultivators not to think that we Devil Race are easy to bully."
'call!'
With a wave of her hand, Duanmu Yunshang grasped the Nether Marshal's Scepter.
"Further words are pointless. If you want to catch me, you'll have to see how many of you survive to the end."
Duanmu Yunshang, who possesses the Innate Heaven-Burning Saint Physique, does not know how to yield. Even in adversity, her high fighting spirit still makes Zhao Wansong and Devil Race cultivators feel fear.
Faced with the fiercely competitive Duanmu Yunshang, Zhao Wansong and the others dared not utter a word.
The team, which originally consisted of over a hundred members, has now dwindled to only twenty or thirty.
It would be impossible for him not to be afraid of Duanmu Yunshang.
They were so reckless because they thought they had the Ancestor Fengcheng backing them.
But they haven't contacted that powerful figure yet; they only have experts like themselves. It's impossible for them not to be afraid.
Zhao Wansong quietly placed his hand behind his back, holding the communication orb in his hand.
Before he could send a message, Duanmu Yunshang, who had witnessed this scene, immediately took action.
"Don't even think about it!"
With a fierce swing, Duanmu Yunshang's Nether Marshal's Scepter landed on Zhao Wansong's head.
Sensing the energy fluctuations emanating from the Nether Marshal's Scepter, Zhao Wansong hurriedly threw away the communication bead in his hand. Then, with a grab in the air, a large sword appeared in his hand. Zhao Wansong held the sword horizontally, assuming a defensive stance.