Lu Yuan's heart was thumping like a drum. Even Yao Xiaoxiao had seen through the facade; could Xu Xian really hide from the discerning eyes of the world's saints?
Lu Yuan didn't dwell on it too much; these people were simply too close to Xu Xian.
This entire play was full of suspicious points and riddled with flaws.
Their conversation naturally reached the ears of Jiang Wanyin and the others.
However, they pretended not to hear, remaining silent, though their minds couldn't help but race.
They had seen through it.
Yao Xiaoxiao had seen through it.
It would likely be extremely difficult for this clumsy acting and crude plot to deceive the entire world.
A Bai Mang who appeared out of thin air.
An easily defeated Xu Xian.
A different skin, yet the same temperament, and the unusual behavior of the Wendao Sword Sect...
It couldn't withstand any scrutiny, so how could it fool the people of the world?
And yet,
Things had already reached this point.
This play had to go on.
As time passed, the youngsters on the cloud boat became increasingly sparse.
The young man's money pouch grew fat, and the crowd in front of the Demon Abyss thinned.
After completing their transactions, many people erased their blood contracts and left.
Naturally, many others remained hidden in the shadows, biding their time and waiting for an opportunity.
Jiang Wanyin told Ye Xianyu to take the others back.
The few of them were somewhat reluctant, wanting to wait for Tu Kongkong.
After a few words of persuasion, they compromised.
As juniors, they still had to listen to the words of their elders.
Even Xia Chu Yi fell silent under Yao Xiaoxiao's persuasion.
Yao Xiaoxiao was quite at ease.
Since Lei Yunche and the others were still here, Kongkong would be fine, and the Little Grand-Uncle would be fine as well.
After Ye Xianyu told Jiang Wanyin and the others to be careful, she led Li Qingshan, Lu Yuan, Yao Xiaoxiao, and the rest away first.
They headed straight for the Wendao Sword Sect.
Only Jiang Wanyin and her three companions remained.
A full solar day had passed since Bai Mang stepped out of the tomb gates.
On the cloud boat, only a few figures remained.
The descendants of the North Sea's demon immortals had also been taken away by the spirit bodies of several demon immortals.
Tu Kongkong was among them.
A True Dragon's reverse scale,
A True Phoenix's essence fire,
A Qingluan's plume,
A Nine-Tailed Fox's severed tail,
Xu Xian had obtained many rare and precious items.
The little book spirit made a rough estimate; once the current matter concluded, Xu Xian could build the fourth floor of the Sword Tower.
The plan had perfectly achieved its intended goal.
The only fly in the ointment was that it had attracted the resentment of the entire Fanzhou.
This could be considered planting the seeds of future trouble.
He would have to be careful when going out in the future.
Especially regarding the saints of the Three Sects, the experts of hidden sects, the great cultivators of the spirits, and the demon immortals of the North Sea.
When they took their people away, the killing intent in their eyes toward Xu Xian was as sharp as a blade.
They didn't hide it at all.
Xu Xian admitted he was a bit shaken.
Anyone would find it hard to remain calm when being stared down by a group of old fogies like that.
But it didn't matter; once the fourth floor of the Sword Tower was built, Xu Xian could enter the great ascension stage directly. At that time, he could rely on the power of the Sword Tower to face tribulation transcendence experts head-on.
With the little book spirit and all four swords out, even a saint would have to avoid his edge.
Naturally, he would fear no one in the world.
But that was for later.
Right now, he still had to deal with the trouble in front of him and plug the hole he had poked.
He couldn't really let these demons take the fall for him and allow the Demon Abyss to suffer a disaster because of it, could he?
Another hour passed.
The last genius on the cloud boat was taken away.
Xu Xian could sense that the blood contracts he had placed on over a thousand people had all been wiped clean.
But...
Many people were still gathered outside the Blazing Fortress.
Over the past two days, many juniors had been taken away, but some of the saints' dharma bodies and the demon immortals' spirit bodies remained.
There were no fewer than dozens of humans, demons, and spirits comparable to the tribulation transcendence stage.
Not to mention,
The great ascension stage experts lurking in the shadows.
Some of them had traded with Xu Xian, but others had never sought him out to ransom anyone from the beginning.
Clearly,
They hadn't come to save anyone, and it was even less likely they were here just to watch the show.
As for their intentions.
It wasn't hard to guess.
Since they weren't here to save people or watch the show, they were naturally here for revenge.
Seeing that everyone he had kidnapped had been ransomed back.
With a thought, Xu Xian burned the white banner with everyone's names on it with a flick of fire.
Then he looked toward the area outside the fortress and issued a firm order for them to leave.
"Everyone,"
"The matter is concluded,"
"I won't be keeping you as guests."
"Disperse now."
No one responded, and no one moved. Those seeking revenge in the shadows knew the moment they had been waiting for had arrived.
One by one, they stepped out from behind the scenes.
From the yellow desert sands, they stepped toward the front of the Blazing Fortress.
They stood suspended in the air, only a foot away.
There were demons,
There were humans,
There were beasts,
And there were monsters from the great cliffs and mountains.
They were murderous and imposing, the pressure they released like a violent storm, continuously battering the mountain-protecting formation of the Blazing Fortress.
Demon qi and spirit qi tore at each other, the space trembled, and ripples surged.
The demon dragons raised their heads and let out long roars.
The demon gods moved into position, revealing their sword edges.
The demon guards stood ready, guarding the city walls. A great battle seemed ready to break out at any moment.
Xu Xian's expression remained calm, his eyes cold. He sneered, "What is the meaning of this? Do you all intend to start a war with my Demon Abyss?"
A powerhouse among the crowd outside the city spoke.
"Your business is concluded, but it's time we settle our accounts properly."
Xu Xian narrowed his eyes, his mockery unchanged. "I don't understand what you're saying."
The man sneered. "I told you, you might have the life to take those things, but you'll need the life to spend them."
The others also revealed the same mocking and chilling expressions.
They also wanted to seek justice, to give themselves an explanation, and to provide an account for their fallen juniors.
Xu Xian's gaze didn't waver, his eyes filled with utter disdain. "Just with you lot?"
"Destroying your Demon Abyss is more than enough," someone chimed in, throwing out a threat.
Jin Qing's ten-meter-long blade suddenly left its sheath, appearing exceptionally bright in this space as she pointed it forward. "Do you think my Demon Abyss has no one?"
Jin Qing drawing her blade pushed the confrontation to its peak.
Those people stopped pretending and summoned their spirit artifacts one after another.
"Little demon girl, if you hand over Bai Mang today, we can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, don't blame us for being heartless and wiping out your Demon Abyss."
Chi Ming shook his hand, and a long spear crossed the air. "If you want to touch the demon son of my Demon Abyss, you'll have to see if my spear agrees first."
The demon gods summoned their divine weapons one after another, ready to demonize and protect Bai Mang.
Looking at the twelve figures and two giant dragons in front of him.
Xu Xian admitted that at this moment, he was a little touched.
In this life,
Aside from those in the Wendao Sword Sect, very few people had ever risked their lives for him.
The atmosphere had reached its breaking point, like an arrow on a fully drawn bow that had to be released.
In the shadows, several saints had eyes full of disdain.
They intended to strike and wipe out the group from the Demon Abyss.
The demon gods were strong.
But before a saint, they were ultimately like ants.
Unexpectedly, just as their thoughts stirred, lightning suddenly flashed and thunder roared in the sky above, surging incessantly.
Bolts of lightning pierced the horizon, lighting up the mountains and rivers.
The deafening thunder boomed loudly, shaking the soul.
It was as if a pair of eyes had looked down from the endless heavens, locking onto them.
It was like the heavenly might of a lightning tribulation, ready to strike at any moment.
Their movements stalled, and their expressions turned to panic as they looked up.
They saw a black figure standing in the center of the lightning.
Clad in black armor with long hair dancing wildly, the sword in his arms was drawn by half an inch, and the lightning filling the sky originated from within that sword.
"Lei Yunche..."
Whether they were demons, monsters, humans, or saints, everyone was drawn to the scene before them, followed by panic and unease.
What was the meaning of the young man drawing his sword?
To slay demons?
Or...
A saint who felt the malice barked, "Lei Yunche, what is the meaning of this?"
Hearing this, the demons were bewildered...
Lei Yunche's eyes held the lightning as he looked down upon the world. He said in a deep voice:
"In the Northern Borders, saints shall not move."
"Who moves..."
"...dies!"
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