On the battlefield below, Feng Lie was playing with Yin Yiran without using his full strength.
Whether Yin Yiran was using her full strength, he was unsure.
In another combat group, Wei Jin was fighting seven people from Hurricane City. On the surface, he appeared to be in grave danger.
However, Chu Tian knew that Wei Jin was also not going all out.
Even the cultivation base he exuded was only at the peak of the Tongming realm.
At this moment, eight more people suddenly appeared in the distance of the valley.
They indeed possessed a method of locating others, indicating they had all gathered here.
However, by all rights, there should only be five people missing from this location.
Why had eight arrived?
Chu Tian didn't know that after he entered, thirteen more light pillars were still being fought over in the chaotic battle.
These extra people were precisely those who had seized the remaining light pillars.
Wei Jin had also entered at this very moment.
Chu Tian's eyes darted around. Even with eight more people, Wei Jin shouldn't be in too much danger.
Since it was going to be a protracted battle anyway, he might as well quietly slip away.
He would go to the other side of the cliff and secretly steal the persimmon tree.
Then, he would go down to kill Feng Lie and Yin Yiran.
He wondered what kind of expression the Sect Master of Feng Hun Sect would have if he knew his son had died here.
And Yin Yiran, having killed Quan Wu Lang, was destined to die.
Chu Tian crouched down and stood up. Just as he was about to turn, he saw Miao Zuo, who was lying beside him, suddenly jump up.
With a conflicted expression, he reached into his pants.
He pulled out a yellow talisman from his crotch, and his fingers, like the nozzle of a submachine gun, rapidly formed seals with trembling speed.
"Boss, go for it!"
Swish…
The yellow talisman shot out like a shooting star. Before anyone could react, it flew towards the vicinity of the驻颜果 (Zhù Yán Guǒ) tree and exploded.
A golden-yellow shield instantly enveloped it.
"What are you doing?" Chu Tian, who had straightened up, glared at him.
"I'm giving it a protective shield first, so it doesn't get hurt! I... I saw you getting up... weren't you going to make a move?"
Miao Zuo was taken aback and retorted to Chu Tian.
"Damn it… are you kidding me? I was going to go around…" Chu Tian cursed.
"You few, go and capture this kid. It's truly a case of 'finding something without looking, and getting it effortlessly.'
I've found this kid displeasing for a long time. Beat him up severely; it's fine even if he dies!"
Their actions naturally drew the attention of everyone below.
Feng Lie ordered the eight newcomers.
"Yes, Young Master!"
The eight men nodded, a hint of a sinister smile on their faces, with wind elements flashing around them.
Although none of them had reached the War God realm, they could still use the control of the wind to fly.
They flew directly towards the cliff where Chu Tian was located.
Wei Jin, upon seeing the arrival of eight more people, was about to unleash a sudden burst of power to catch the seven opponents off guard.
Unexpectedly, Chu Tian suddenly appeared. He grinned and said, "Haha… you guys are in for bad luck!"
"You'd better worry about yourself first!" The seven people suddenly intensified their attacks.
After fighting for so long, they still hadn't taken down the person in front of them with a seven-on-one disadvantage.
They were already filled with shame and anger, and also worried about being blamed by their Young Master later.
The arriving eight men, upon receiving the order, instantly took flight with incredible speed, and in the blink of an eye, arrived before Chu Tian and Miao Zuo, floating in mid-air outside the cliff.
"Kneel and beg for mercy quickly, and your life can be spared. Once we get out, announce that the City Lord of Wan Shou City is a subordinate of our Young Master, and you might even gain some benefits."
One of the eight people stepped forward, stopped less than ten meters away from the cliff, stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a cold expression.
Chu Tian looked at the man, shook his head, and pouted, "It's your business if you're willing to be dogs!"
After speaking, he prepared to make a move.
He had always been the type to act rather than talk too much.
He was too lazy to waste words with such trash.
However, at this moment, a voice came from his side: "I really don't understand, have you cultivated your brains into mush?
Do you die if you don't act cool? Don't you even see who you are, a grey-haired turtle? Do you think your shell is hard enough?
To put it bluntly, you're just a bunch of hicks who have never seen the world."
This statement completely stunned Chu Tian. He turned to look and saw it was Miao Zuo.
The guy was looking at the eight people opposite him with utter disdain.
Chu Tian turned his head again. The person opposite had a face so red it was about to turn purple, clearly on the verge of exploding in rage.
Then, Chu Tian also couldn't hold back and laughed at Miao Zuo: "Haha… you're actually right. These grey-haired turtles, I don't know how they cultivated. They're all gray-haired at such a young age.
Perhaps they're aging prematurely, and being virgins has already made them look old. They're probably all three-second men!"
If Miao Zuo hadn't pointed at the opposite person's nose and cursed.
Chu Tian hadn't even noticed that the people from the Feng Hun Sect all had gray and white hair for some unknown reason.
There were even many white hairs interspersed among them.
Could it be… from cultivating their spirits?
Chu Tian unconsciously touched his head, thinking: Would he also become like this?
His unconscious action only made the eight people on the opposite side even more enraged.
Chu Tian touched his jet-black hair and fiddled with it, as if provoking them.
"Boss, teach them a good lesson. I feel disgusted seeing these sect disciples!
Especially their arrogant attitude, looking down on people with their nostrils in the air, it's nauseating. If I hadn't lost my spatial bag.
I would have gone to pluck all their grey hairs long ago!"
Miao Zuo leaned closer to Chu Tian and whispered in his ear.
Chu Tian looked at him and guessed: As a rogue cultivator, he had probably been bullied by sect disciples quite a bit.
As for him mentioning losing his spatial bag, Chu Tian subconsciously glanced at his crotch.
Miao Zuo awkwardly touched his nose and said, "I only have three life-saving talismans. There are two left, one is for running away, and there's only one offensive talisman! Da Feng Xiao Shuo Wang.
Look, they're all here…" Saying that, he pulled open his waistband, about to show Chu Tian!
Chu Tian quickly turned his body away, afraid of tainting his eyes.
"Heh heh… just wait to be beaten into gourds!" Seeing Chu Tian's reaction, he raised his chin and smiled at the eight people.
"Your mouth is very annoying. Today, I'm going to smash your mouth!"
The person standing in front stared fiercely at Miao Zuo.
The leader's face sank, and with a cold shout, he moved his feet. Wind elements propelled his body, turning him into a blur as he rushed directly at Miao Zuo.
In the blink of an eye, he struck out with his palm, aimed directly at Miao Zuo's cheek.
"As you wish!"
Chu Tian took a step forward, blocking his path.
Miao Zuo heard Chu Tian's words and was confused, what did "you all" mean?
The next second, he understood what Chu Tian was referring to.
He saw that Chu Tian's detestable large stick had reappeared in his hand.
However, it was his left hand that moved.
Boom…
Chu Tian swung his palm, and with a hit that came from behind but arrived first, he slapped the opponent directly in the face.
The opponent's wind elements actually automatically protected him, condensing a wind shield on his cheek.