Chapter 1710

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“Yu Hongcheng!”

Seeing the man, Yu Yourong’s voice turned cold and sharp as she subtly exerted force with her feet.

Han Chen, being stepped on, let out agonizing screams of pain.

“Release Elder Han and Elder Zhuo!”

Yu Hongcheng said coldly, “If you release them, I’ll let you leave this place.”

“Oh? Are you really that kind-hearted?”

Yu Yourong sneered, “You should know that your brother Yu Hongyi was slain by me, right?”

Yu Hongcheng’s face turned ashen, but he remained silent.

“If you want to kill, just do it. No need for empty words.”

Yu Yourong snorted, “However, those five over there are not from the Tianyuan Continent. They have special identities. I suggest you better leave them alone.”

Yu Hongcheng glanced over.

At that moment, Li Xuan, who was following Mu Xu and Mu Qinghe, spoke up, “We are from the Mu Family of the Tianxuan Continent. We have nothing to do with this matter!”

“Do you think just saying you’re uninvolved makes it so?”

Yu Hongcheng snorted, “You’ve been mixing with Yu Yourong, Tian Linzi, and Ye Wushuang. You deserve to die as well!”

Hearing this, Li Xuan clenched his fists and retorted, “You better think twice. We are from the Mu Family of the Tianxuan Continent. Even the Lingjian Pavilion can’t afford to offend us!”

“Trying to intimidate me?”

Yu Hongcheng sneered, “If I kill you here, how would your Mu Family know who did it?”

This remark immediately left Li Xuan speechless.

Yu Hongcheng’s staff pointed straight at Yu Yourong, and he coldly snorted, “Isn’t it nice to be a carefree wandering cultivator? Why follow that old man Su Chenyang? I think you’re just tired of living!”

“I think you’ve lived long enough and should die!” Yu Yourong coldly snorted, and a curved blade suddenly condensed in her hand. With a swift slash, the blade cut across Han Chen’s neck.

With a *plop*, Elder Han Chen’s head was severed from his body, and blood gushed out, pooling on the ground.

“You wretched woman!!”

Yu Hongcheng’s eyes were bloodshot with rage at the sight.

Yu Yourong, however, walked over to Zhuo Qun, placed the blade on his neck, and looked at Yu Hongcheng coldly, “If these two had been obedient, perhaps Young Master Ye would have kept his word and spared their lives. But now that they’re not, there’s no need to keep them alive.”

“No, no, it wasn’t me. It was Han Chen. Han Chen was the one who notified Yu Hongcheng, not me…”

“Too late!”

With another swift slash, Zhuo Qun’s screams were abruptly cut off.

Yu Hongcheng’s energy surged within him, but he didn’t lose his mind.

He himself was only at the early stage of the Star-Picking Realm, while Yu Yourong had already reached the mid-stage.

In a direct confrontation, he would definitely not be a match for her.

“Brother Qu…”

“Understood.”

At that moment, a man dressed in black, with a narrow face, who was standing beside Yu Hongcheng, stepped forward, holding a sword in his arms.

“Qu Ziyi!”

Seeing the man in black, Yu Yourong’s expression darkened.

“Yu Yourong, don’t make a mistake!” Qu Ziyi said calmly, “It may seem like the Holy Sky Sect has risen like a bolt from the blue, but in reality, it’s like a falling leaf in the air, ready to shatter into pieces at any moment.”

Yu Yourong sneered, “Mind your own business.”

Qu Ziyi shook his head, and the long sword in his arms shot straight up into the sky, instantly transforming into a sword beam that charged towards Yu Yourong.

*Clang*…

Yu Yourong swung her curved blade, the blade whistling as it collided with the sword, sparking a series of bright sparks.

Two Star-Picking Realm cultivators clashed, their auras exploding to their utmost limit.

Yu Hongcheng, seeing this, was filled with derision.

Qu Ziyi was at the late stage of the Star-Picking Realm, extremely powerful. Yu Yourong would definitely not be a match for him.

“Tian Linzi, right?”

Yu Hongcheng’s gaze quickly fell on Tian Linzi, and he sneered, “What’s the point of following Ye Wushuang? You’re at the Star-Picking Realm too. If you agree to join our Lingjian Pavilion, I guarantee you’ll be an elder, a person respected above thousands. How about that?”

“You can take your offer and shove it!”

Tian Linzi completely ignored him.

“Refusing a kind offer and asking for trouble. You’re asking for death.”

Yu Hongcheng said coldly, “Asking for death!”

*Whoosh whoosh*…

In an instant, the two figures collided.

As Yu Hongcheng attacked, he shouted, “Fang Zhengqing, Fang Zhengming, take your men and kill those five. Leave no survivors.”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

Behind the two, dozens of people stepped forward, and the two led more than ten people, directly charging towards Mu Xu, Mu Qinghe, and the other five.

Mu Xu had now stabilized at the Sixth Tribulation of the Self-Forgetting Realm, Mu Qinghe was at the Fifth Tribulation, and Li Xuan and the other three were at the Seventh Tribulation. The five of them formed a defensive triangle, and for the time being, they were not in too much danger.

However, if this dragged on, it would still be troublesome.

Li Xuan felt frustrated.

If they had left earlier, they wouldn’t be in this crisis.

The sound of explosions rumbled continuously.

In the spacious passage, the explosions caused by the collision of spiritual energy rose and fell.

Qu Ziyi, at the late stage of the Star-Picking Realm, was indeed very powerful.

Previously, capturing Zhuo Qun and the others had been a case of letting them kill each other, with Ye Wushuang and the others reaping the benefits.

This time, it was the first time Yu Yourong, who had reached the mid-stage, was truly facing a late-stage opponent.

A difference of one level.

Moreover, Qu Ziyi was not an ordinary late-stage cultivator, which put immense pressure on Yu Yourong.

The battle between Tian Linzi and Yu Hongcheng was more evenly matched, and Tian Linzi even had the upper hand.

However, realizing he was slightly weaker than Tian Linzi, Yu Hongcheng simply chose to defend rather than attack, and Tian Linzi couldn’t do anything to him for the time being.

The fight gradually unfolded.

A group of Self-Forgetting Realm cultivators from the Lingjian Pavilion, led by Fang Zhengqing and Fang Zhengming, who were at the peak of the Seventh Tribulation, completely surrounded Mu Xu and the other five.

With more than forty or fifty people on their side, the five gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and were separated.

Soon, one of the three guards was injured, surrounded by seven or eight Self-Forgetting Realm cultivators.

These people from the Lingjian Pavilion also knew that the five were not easy to deal with. They didn’t launch a direct attack but formed a tight encirclement, occasionally taking advantage of the five’s inattention to strike.

This made Mu Xu and the others quite embarrassed.

*Boom*…

A loud explosion erupted.

Mu Qinghe, holding a sword, repelled a Self-Forgetting Sixth Tribulation cultivator and staggered back a few steps.

So far, more than ten people from the Lingjian Pavilion had been killed, but the five of them had also been injured.

Mu Qinghe, being at the Fifth Tribulation and the lowest level among them, had consumed a lot of energy and was now slightly exhausted.

The Lingjian Pavilion people had also noticed this and several Fifth and Sixth Tribulation cultivators were tightly focused on Mu Qinghe, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Mu Qinghe, retreating and panting heavily, felt a cold wind rushing from behind.

Without time to think, she grasped her sword and swung it backward.

*Clang*…

A broad axe was deflected.

However, the powerful recoil made Mu Qinghe’s heart tremble, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, her figure staggering back again.

At this moment.

A stern and deadly aura reappeared once more.