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However, at this moment, in order to escape, he had no choice but to use it ahead of time.
Although the Emperor Weapon was incredibly powerful and could unleash limitless might in the hands of a great emperor, Xue Beibei's cultivation level was too low, allowing the Emperor Weapon to be easily suppressed.
Watching the gradually dissipating golden light, Zhang Yi understood that although he had not perished in this battle, he was powerless to compete for the opportunities within the secret realm. He quickly fled from the scene.
Xue Beibei gazed at Zhang Yi's retreating figure, her silver teeth clenched tightly, her eyes shimmering with unwillingness.
At that moment, Xue Qingyu slowly approached her and said, "Beibei, there is no need to worry. Since Zhang Yi has left, we can first use these Zhang Family disciples to repay some of our debts."
Xue Qingyu's words were filled with an undeniable determination, her gaze sharp as a blade as she surveyed the members of the Zhang Family before her.
After Zhang Yi's departure, the Zhang Family members lost their previous fighting spirit. However, even so, they did not choose to kneel and beg for mercy. As elite disciples selected from the Southern Region's top forces, they naturally possessed their own pride and dignity.
"Hmph! Do you think that just because you have some strength, you can do whatever you want in the Southern Region?"
Xue Qingyu snorted coldly, her tone laced with disdain for the Zhang Family. "Today, let me show you the might of my Xue Family."
As Xue Qingyu's words fell, a powerful aura emanated from her, pressing down on the Zhang Family members until they could hardly breathe.
"Qing Yu, let's fight together."
Xue Beibei stood tall, gripping the Divine Spear as she joined the battle. In an instant, the members of the Xue Family swiftly surrounded the disciples of the Zhang Family.
The two sides engaged in fierce combat; Xue Beibei wielded the Divine Spear with every strike containing devastating power that struck fear into the hearts of the Zhang Family disciples.
After a long while, as the smoke gradually cleared, silence returned to the battlefield.
At this point, there were no longer any disciples of the Zhang Family in sight—only a scene of devastation remained.
"Collect their treasures," Xue Qingyu calmly instructed, "so as not to let outsiders benefit."
"Although we have achieved victory in this battle, our losses are severe. We must find a place to heal quickly and restore our strength."
Upon hearing this, the members of the Xue Family began to move; they gathered up the treasures from the battlefield and followed Xue Qingyu and Xue Beibei to a safe location.
Meanwhile, after escaping from Tian City, Zhang Yi was overwhelmed by an uncontrollable rage.
What had originally been a meticulously planned ambush that seemed foolproof had been thwarted by Xue Beibei's unexpected intervention. The thought that his clan members might suffer dire consequences filled him with anguish as if his heart were being sliced apart.
But upon reconsideration, as long as he could bring this crucial piece of information back to his clan, perhaps he could redeem himself and turn the situation around.
With such a complex mix of emotions, Zhang Yi cautiously made his way through the dense forest.
Suddenly, his attention was caught by a scene ahead: a person was leisurely weaving through the trees, moving with light steps and an air of ease.
Zhang Yi focused intently; the individual's attire clearly did not belong to the San Zong faction, which ignited a surge of anger within him.
Hmph, just when it rains, it pours! A nameless nobody dares to cross my path at this moment!
Zhang Yi cursed inwardly, his pace involuntarily quickening as a strong killing intent surged in his heart. He intended to unleash all his pent-up rage and frustration onto this person, as if doing so might alleviate some of the pain and sense of defeat he felt inside.
However, just as Zhang Yi was about to approach the individual and make his move, he was struck by a palm and sent flying backward.
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