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In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
Killing Fields.
At this time, the beast chaos had gradually subsided, and the cities within Killing Fields had regained their former vitality. However, the number of remaining warriors was drastically low, with hardly any survivors in each city. The once bustling scenes were gone forever, and a large number of buildings were severely damaged. Fortunately, construction had already begun, and with the abundant resources of Killing Fields, it was only a matter of time before they returned to their prosperous state.
Black Dragon City, being the hardest hit, suffered the most severe damage. Out of millions of warriors, almost none survived, and not a single building remained intact.
However, this city was the primary entry point for surrounding countries into Killing Fields, so the reconstruction efforts were progressing rapidly. Although the scale was significantly smaller than before, with a large influx of merchants and warriors settling in, a new emerging force gradually formed, restoring some level of vitality.
In an inn, a young man and an old man in a black robe were dining in the VIP Room on the second floor.
The young man had long black hair casually draped over his shoulders, giving him an ethereal appearance. His eyes were dark and deep; he was Wang Yi.
After half a month, all his injuries had healed completely. Not only that, but his cultivation had also reached the peak of Transcendence Realm Fifth Layer. As for Spirit Fire, it had now been tamed by him and became a significant asset.
The old man in the black robe was naturally Lian Bi. At this moment, he had broken through to the sixth layer of Transformation Realm, his strength surpassing that of before. His once gaunt face resembled a crumpled paper ball but now showed fewer wrinkles and appeared much more youthful with a healthy flush.
"Did you see who sent the message three days ago?" Wang Yi asked softly.
"No, it was just a beggar delivering it; there must be someone else behind it," Lian Bi replied with a furrowed brow. After a moment of silence, he hesitated and asked, "Young master, who do you think this person is? Why did they invite us to wait here?"
"I don't know either," Wang Yi said with raised eyebrows.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Knock knock."
Two people walked in, a remarkably handsome young man and a steady, heavyset middle-aged man.
“Brother Wang, it has been a year since we last met. Are you well?” the young man said with a smile, cupping his hands.
“Xiao Xuan?” Wang Yi was surprised to see the young man and asked, “How did you end up here?”
Before Xiao Xuan could respond, Wang Yi asked in astonishment, “Could it be that you are the one who invited me here?”
“That’s right. To be precise, it is my father, Xiao Xingyun, who wishes to discuss a few matters with you,” Xiao Xuan said, pointing to the middle-aged man beside him.
“Xuan has already informed me of the situation. Here, I, Xiao Xingyun, would like to thank Brother Wang. In the future, consider this a favor owed to you by me,” Xiao Xingyun said earnestly.
“North King is being too polite. I feel like I have known Xiao Xuan for ages; this matter is nothing,” Wang Yi waved his hand and said. A hint of unusual expression flashed in his eyes as he continued, “North King wouldn’t be looking for me just to apologize, would you?”
“Hahaha, good! Brother Wang is straightforward. Then I won’t beat around the bush,” Xiao Xingyun laughed heartily at his words.
Wang Yi remained silent, knowing the main event was about to begin.
Lian Bi lowered his head slightly, his dark eyes silent.
“Emperor Xie, Fengyunxin, and Ghost Cold have colluded against me, resulting in many of my loyal subordinates meeting their untimely deaths without burial. Now that I have regained my cultivation and my strength is greater than before, I wish to take revenge for my fallen brothers,” Xiao Xingyun snorted with anger on his face and said, “Emperor Xie has also made several attempts to harm Brother Wang. Therefore, this time I want to invite you to join me in eliminating these two scoundrels.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi's expression remained unchanged as he nodded slightly without speaking.
“Of course, I won’t let Brother Wang suffer any losses. Once we succeed, there will definitely be a place for you among the Slaughtering Four Kings,” Xiao Xingyun noticed Wang Yi’s indifference and after a brief silence continued slowly, “I’ve heard that Emperor Xie was severely injured by a mysterious expert during the Spiritual Vein riot and has been in seclusion ever since. This is the perfect opportunity for us to eliminate him.”
“Emperor Xie once sought to kill me; he deserves to die,” Wang Yi chuckled. Hearing this, Xiao Xingyun was overjoyed. However, Wang Yi then shifted his tone and said, “But although Emperor Xie is injured, he still has numerous capable subordinates under him. Plus with Fengyunxin by his side, it won’t be easy to kill him!”
"This matter has been filtered by Brother Wang Yi. I have already invited the two from the Yin Yang Sect, Jueyin and Jue Yang, as well as Qiao Meiniang from the Desire Sect and the Romantic Swordsman, Lu Yu," Xiao Xingyun said with a calm smile. "I believe Brother Wang Yi has heard of the reputation of these four, right?"
"Aside from that, my father has contacted other powerful forces. Currently, Emperor Xie and Fengyunxin are isolated and helpless. If Brother Wang Yi joins in, these two will undoubtedly die," Xiao Xuan said.
"When?" Wang Yi fell silent for a moment, and a hint of killing intent finally burst forth from his calm gaze as he asked indifferently.
"Tonight at midnight," Xiao Xingyun replied.
"Good," Wang Yi said with a piercing gaze.
Afterward, the four enjoyed a drink together.
An hour passed, and four streaks of light shot through the sky, disappearing in an instant.
As the sun set in the west, in a courtyard of Black Dragon City.
In the main hall, more than ten people sat on either side, among them three men and one woman stood out the most due to their powerful cultivation. On one side sat a middle-aged man in white and another in black. The middle-aged man in white had a pale face and white lips, resembling fine salt. His eyes were somewhat cloudy but contained a sharp glint, exuding an icy aura like a venomous snake in winter.
The middle-aged man in black wore a long robe as dark as ink, his complexion was pale as water. He sat still, his eyes half-open and half-closed, as if he were sleeping. These two were indeed the brothers Jue Yang and Jueyin.
On the other side sat a couple—none other than Qiao Meiniang and Lu Yu.
Qiao Meiniang wore a flowing dress adorned with several vibrant roses at the hem. Her figure was graceful with beautiful curves. Her skin was very fair, with slender eyebrows resembling crescent moons. Her delicate eyes seemed so tender they could almost drip water, igniting passion in those who beheld her.
Lu Yu was dressed in white, tall and straight with fair skin and bright eyes. His eyebrows were sharp like swords, making him a quintessential handsome man.
The four sat facing each other but exchanged no words.
As for the others, they were all powerful figures such as the leaders and elders of the Tiger Gang, Tiger Wolf Gang, and Frenzied Blade Sect, all of whom were above the Transformation Realm.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
At this moment, a faint sound of wind breaking could be heard in the air.
"They're here." Qiao Meiniang's voice was like pearls falling on a plate, pleasant as the sound of a bubbling spring, extremely melodious.
Before her words fell, a hearty laugh echoed.
"Hahaha, sorry to keep you all waiting; it truly has been difficult for me, Xiao!"
Four figures landed in the courtyard; it was Wang Yi and his companions.
"North King, you're too polite."
Jue Yang and the others stood up and cupped their hands in greeting upon seeing Xiao Xingyun.
"Please." Xiao Xingyun waved at Wang Yi. Ever since witnessing his battle with Emperor Xie, he understood that Wang Yi's strength was not as simple as it appeared on the surface; he might be a significant help in dealing with Emperor Xie this time, which was why he had made such a heavy promise.
"Is it you?" Jueyin's gaze swept over Wang Yi and Lian Bi before stopping on Lian Bi. He frowned and asked Xiao Xingyun, "North King, you can't be telling me this is the expert you invited?"
Qiao Meiniang and the other three remained silent, glancing at Wang Yi and Lian Bi before their eyes fell on Xiao Xingyun. Although their expressions showed no emotion, their disdain was evident; after all, dealing with a powerhouse like Emperor Xie was not something a Sixth Level of Transformation Realm martial artist could accomplish.
At this moment, Wang Yi had reverted to his original appearance, so Qiao Meiniang and the Jueyang Brothers did not recognize him as the person who had been forced to stay by Ghostly Daoist.
"Absolute Yin Sect Master, please remain calm; allow me to introduce." Xiao Xingyun did not get angry but smiled and said, "This young man is named Wang Yi."
"Oh, is that the Wang Yi who was being hunted by Wu Cong?" Qiao Meiniang asked, a hint of curiosity appearing on her beautiful face.
"Hmph, so what?" Jue Yang snorted coldly. "North King, although Emperor Xie is injured, he is a legitimate Peak Expert of the Ninth Level of the Transformation Realm, and with Fengyunxin by his side, do you really think we can win this battle against him with just a Transcendent Realm Fifth Layer Warrior?" His tone grew increasingly unfriendly. "If that's the case, then forgive me for not having the intention to play this game with you, North King. Farewell!"
"North King, we only came here because of your invitation, and now you personally invite someone like him; that's really unacceptable!" A burly man with dark skin stood up and said.
"Indeed, besides, we have never seen this person; how do we know he is not one of Emperor Xie's people?" said a middle-aged man in an Azure Robe.
"North King, this is a matter of life and death for us; we cannot trust others lightly!" advised the leader of a certain faction.
"Wait a moment," Xiao Xingyun said with a smile. "If it turns out that Emperor Xie was indeed injured by Wang Yi, do you still think I am joking?"
"What?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the expressions of the four from Qiao Meiniang changed instantly, revealing disbelief.
"Did not expect that North King you also enjoy joking. A mere Transcendent Realm Fifth Layer Warrior, we could kill him like grass; defeating Emperor Xie is simply a fool's dream," Jueyin scoffed, his skepticism evident in his tone.
"Hehe, North King, you are magnanimous, but please do not joke like this with me. Although I consider myself somewhat courageous, I am not at the point of seeking my own death," Qiao Meiniang laughed charmingly.
"Wang Yi, what do you think?" Xiao Xingyun's expression was somewhat grim; after all, Wang Yi was someone he had invited, and now he was being mocked by Jue Yang and others, which was quite infuriating but hard to express.
"Since that's the case, may I ask if I could learn a thing or two from all of you?" Wang Yi said with a calm smile.
"You?" Qiao Meiniang pointed her delicate finger at Wang Yi, her face showing a hint of amusement. "Buddy, I advise you to be more honest; any one of us here is not someone you can handle."
"Hmph, you are seeking your own death. A mere Transcendence Realm Fifth Layer, daring to challenge us? You truly must be tired of living!" Jueyin cackled.
"Those who insult the young master shall die!"
Suddenly, a cold voice struck the hearts of everyone present.
"Boom!"
A powerful wave of energy suddenly emanated from Lian Bi, causing the table between the four to shatter into pieces, reduced to dust without a trace.
"Seeking death."
Jueyin shouted fiercely, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. He had no idea how many martial artists of this level he had killed; today, he wouldn't mind adding one more to that list.
With that, he leaped into the air and struck towards Lian Bi's face with a vicious palm, clearly intending to kill him in one blow.
"Bang!"
A thunderous sound erupted from the clash of their palms.
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