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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 remaining number of warriors was alarmingly low, with hardly any survivors in each city. The once bustling scenes were gone for good, 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 bore the brunt of the damage, with millions of warriors almost entirely wiped out and not a single intact building left standing.
However, as this was the primary city for surrounding countries to enter Killing Fields, the reconstruction efforts were progressing remarkably quickly. 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 popularity.
Inside an inn, a young man and an old man in a black robe sat in the VIP Room on the second floor, having their meal.
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 subdued by him and became a significant asset.
The old man in the black robe was none other than Lian Bi. At this moment, he had broken through to the sixth layer of Transformation Realm, his strength surpassing what it once was. His face, once gaunt like a crumpled piece of paper, had lost some 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 the message; there is someone else behind it," Lian Bi replied with a furrowed brow. After a moment of silence, he hesitated and said, "Young master, who do you think this person is? Why did they invite us to wait here?"
"I don't know either," Wang Yi replied with a frown.
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.
"Wang brother, it's 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 taken aback upon seeing the young man. "How did you end up here?"
Before Xiao Xuan could respond, Wang Yi asked in surprise, "Could it be that you are the one who invited me here?"
"That's right. To be precise, it was my father, Xiao Xingyun, who wanted to discuss something with you," Xiao Xuan said, pointing to the middle-aged man beside him.
"Xuan has already informed me about the situation. Here, I, Xiao Xingyun, thank you, brother Wang Yi. In the future, consider this a favor owed to you," Xiao Xingyun said solemnly.
"North King is being too polite. I feel like I've 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 have sought me out just to apologize, would you?"
"Hahaha, good! Brother Wang Yi is straightforward. Then I won't beat around the bush," Xiao Xingyun laughed heartily.
Wang Yi remained silent, knowing that the main event was about to begin.
Lian Bi lowered his head slightly, his pair of pitch-black eyes silent.
"Emperor Xie, Fengyunxin, and Ghost Cold have colluded against me, resulting in many of my loyal subordinates meeting untimely deaths. Now that I have regained my cultivation and my strength is greater than before, I want to take revenge for my fallen brothers," Xiao Xingyun snorted angrily and said, "Emperor Xie has also attempted to harm brother Wang Yi multiple times. Therefore, this time I want to invite you to help me eliminate 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 observed Wang Yi's lack of reaction and after a brief silence continued slowly, "I 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 tried 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 countless capable subordinates by his side. Plus with Fengyunxin there as well, it won't be easy to kill him!"
"This matter has been filtered by Brother Wang Yi. I have already invited Jueyin and Jue Yang from the Yin Yang Sect, as well as Qiao Meiniang from the Desire Sect and Lu Yu, the Romantic Swordsman," 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 you join in, Brother Wang Yi, those two will undoubtedly die," Xiao Xuan said.
"When?" Wang Yi paused for a moment, and a hint of killing intent finally flashed in 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 later, four streaks of light shot into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
As the sun set in the west, in a courtyard of Black Dragon City.
In the hall, more than ten people were seated 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 an ink-like long robe, his complexion was as calm 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 pair of men and women—none other than Qiao Meiniang and Lu Yu.
Qiao Meiniang wore a flowing cloud-patterned 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 drip water, igniting passion in anyone who beheld her.
Lu Yu was dressed in white, tall and straight with fair skin. His bright eyes and sword-like brows made him a standard 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 coming." Qiao Meiniang's voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, melodious as a babbling spring, extremely pleasant to hear.
Before her words fell, a hearty laughter echoed.
"Hahaha, I apologize for keeping 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 are too polite."
Upon seeing Xiao Xingyun, Jue Yang and the others stood up and cupped their hands in greeting.
"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 asset in eliminating Emperor Xie this time, which is why he 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 that this is the expert you invited?"
Qiao Meiniang and the other two 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, eliminating 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 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 delicate face.
"Hmph, so what?" Jue Yang snorted coldly. "Although North King and Emperor Xie are injured, he is still a legitimate Peak Expert of the Ninth Level of the Transformation Realm, and with Fengyunxin by his side, do we 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 interest to play this game with you, North King. Farewell!"
"North King, we only came here because of your reputation, and now you personally invite someone like him; that's simply 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?" A middle-aged man in an Azure Robe added.
"North King, this is a matter of life and death for us; we cannot trust others lightly!" The leader of a certain faction advised.
"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.
"I didn't expect that even you, North King, would enjoy joking around. A mere Transcendent Realm Fifth Layer Warrior, we could kill him like cutting grass. Defeating Emperor Xie? That's simply a delusion," Jueyin scoffed, his skepticism evident in his tone.
"Hehe, North King, you are magnanimous, but please don't joke around with us girls. Although I consider myself somewhat brave, I'm not at the point of seeking my own death," Qiao Meiniang giggled.
"Wang Yi, what do you think?" Xiao Xingyun's expression turned somewhat grim. After all, Wang Yi was someone he had invited, and now he was being mocked by Jue Yang and others; it was quite infuriating but he couldn't show it.
"Since that's the case, may I ask if I could learn a thing or two from you all?" Wang Yi said with a calm smile.
"You?" Qiao Meiniang pointed her delicate finger at Wang Yi, a playful smile appearing on her face. "Little guy, my sister advises you to be more honest; none of us are opponents you can handle."
"Hmph, you're just asking for trouble. A mere Transcendence Realm Fifth Layer, daring to challenge us? You really must be tired of living," Jueyin cackled mockingly.
"Those who insult the young master shall die!"
Suddenly, a cold voice struck the hearts of everyone present.
"Boom!"
A surge of immense 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 warriors of this level he had killed; now he didn't mind adding one more to the count.
With that, he leaped forward, striking towards Lian Bi's face with a vicious palm, clearly intending to kill him in one blow.
"Bang!"
A sound like muffled thunder erupted between their palms.
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