reached out and clasped hands. Wang Xuan closed his eyes.Xinghua took a deep breath, calming the turmoil in her heart, and closed her eyes.In an instant, the secret art whirred to life. Wang Xuan's m...As the bandits surged toward the martial arts arena, surrounding Wang Xuan, inside the Black Mang Village back yard, in the dungeon.

"Hee hee, did you hear that Your husband has really arrived."

A plump woman in a pink dress and heavy makeup laughed boisterously at the prison.

A figure in a blue long dress sat on the straw mat inside the cell. She was in her prime, with an elegant and graceful build.

"Still fasting Maybe that Wang Xuan can really save you."

A plump woman in a pink skirt covered her mouth with her hand and laughed. Such an action might look charming on another woman, but coming from her it was truly an eyesore.

"You little wretch, can you hear me speaking Of course not, how could he possibly save you from among thousands of bandit cultivators"

"Heh heh, when he's dead, I'll sell you off. Such a pure and lovely wife, with her youthful beauty still intact. She'll fetch a high price!"

The plump woman in the pink skirt's eyes turned cold.

Even without martial arts, this top-tier item would become a sought-after prize for many powerful warriors.

The faint figure in the dim cell slowly raised her head, her eyes looking at the woman with pity: "He will kill everyone here. You can still escape now, or pray that death is not too painful."

Mu Qingyue spoke, her pale and beautiful face revealing a warm smile. Wang Xuan hadn't died in the dangerous place; he had once again kept his promise and returned.

Since the boy had awakened two months prior, he had never broken a promise. Just like the boy in white who she met in the forest four years ago, he was reliable and gave her a sense of security.

That day, when she was picking flowers, she encountered a black wolf. Luckily, the boy in white appeared just in time, standing in front of her and fighting the wolf.

Mu Qingyue will never forget the figure of that boy at that time. Although he was younger than her, he was so elegant and reliable.

This is also why, in later generations, among the many prominent clans and talented young men, she chose not to marry anyone other than a son from the Wang family!

"Humph, how laughable, naive to trust him. Thousands of martial cultivators, a single mouthful of spit could drown him!" The plump woman in the pink skirt scoffed and sneered with disdain.

Mu Qingyue's face remained calm, but how could her heart not be tense

"Wang Xuan, don't risk yourself for me anymore, leave quickly!"

Mu Qingyue silently prayed.

Suddenly, Mu Qingyue was startled. Her pure eyes widened in surprise.

A stout woman in a pink dress, there was a red-haired old man standing beside her at some point. He grinned with a mouthful of yellow teeth, looking lewdly into the cell.

The plump woman in the pink skirt hadn't realized that someone had joined her, when a lecherous old man slapped her on the back of the head and she fainted.

"This is from that little brat, Wang Xuan," an old man tossed a jade bracelet into the cell, landing before Mu Qingyue's jade-white foot wrapped in cloth shoes.

Mu Qingyue frowned: "Senior, who are you"

The red-haired old man chuckled, "I am Nangong Yanji's father."

Mu Qingyue hesitated a little. Nangong Yanji was beautiful and alluring, completely different from the person she expected. But considering her unpredictable martial arts prowess, it probably wouldn't be a lie.

Perhaps she was his adopted daughter, or maybe his wife had betrayed him... Mu Qingyue didn't want to think about it anymore. She felt sympathy for the old man and picked up the bracelet.

"Why didn't you seniors just save me out" Mu Qingyue asked.

Nan Gong Yan let out a chuckle, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at the girl. "I'm not obligated to do so. Your husband isn't powerful enough to make me go against the Bai family. It's better to seek peace, wouldn't you agree, Bai Shan"

A gray-robed old man walked into the dungeon entrance.

"Then why are you still interfering" the gray-robed elder asked, his face stoic.

He was the fifth elder of the Bai family and was in charge of handling the matter of Bai Feng, an outstanding disciple, who died.

"My daughter has a contract with that boy, so I have to ask you to have a few drinks with me. Besides, with his cultivation level, he can't live outside the bandit stronghold and will be wiped out by Kong Luo." Nan Gong Yan spread his hands.

The grey-robed elder let out a snort, sneering: “Your Nangong family really does sell anything and everything. Come now, you old fox, you've made a profit again this time.”

Nan Gong Yan, upon hearing this, a gleam of pride flashed across his old eyes.

The two old men immediately walked out of the dungeon, released the white crane, and headed towards the nearest city's wine shop.

......

Inside the martial arts arena, Wang Xuan's eyes twinkled as he used his penetrating gaze to see through everything. He saw the two old men chatting and laughing before flying away like a white crane.

"Well, old friend, don't regret it later."

Wang Xuan withdrew his gaze and saw that the entire martial arts field had been completely surrounded, with layers upon layers of people. There were about seven hundred souls in the Condensing Soul Realm, less than three hundred in the Profound Element Realm, and all nine hidden treasures were at level three or below.

The bandits surrounding the front, cleared a path as a young man wearing a silver mask walked arrogantly. The bandits on both sides lowered their heads until the young man in silver passed, only then daring to raise them.

Wang Xuan stroked his chin and smiled, asking: "Kong Luo"

The lineup is quite impressive.

A silver-masked youth stood arms crossed before the bandits, his masked eyes sizing up the young man's soul: "Any last words"

Just say four words.

In his eyes, Wang Xuan was already dead.

Wang Xuan drew his long sword, arrogant as a genius. In his perceptive gaze, he had already seen through the mask to reveal the young man's face beneath it.

Between twenty-four and twenty-five years old, with fair skin, his face always wore an expression of "I am a genius, everyone else is trash."

Wang Xuan narrowed his eyes, a dangerous gleam in them. "You dare to touch my scales You know the consequences."

The silver-haired youth raised an eyebrow: “Daring to be more arrogant than me You ignorant fool, arrogance needs capital. You, a mere Xuan Yuan Realm trash, are not even worthy of me, Xiao Luo, making a move.”

"Yes!"

Immediately, a middle-aged bandit cultivator over fifty lowered his head in admission and then, with a cold face, walked into the martial arts arena. With each step, his aura intensified until it reached the mid-stage of the second hidden realm.

"Kong Luozhai, the master of martial arts, is unparalleled in skill. He will live forever, with a life as long as heaven!"

"The Fourth Master, under the leadership of the Village Chief, killed this boy!"

The bandits surrounding them roared with excitement.

"...." Wang Xuan couldn't help but be speechless.

"Young one, remember that Stone Fury is the one who killed you!"

The fourth leader of Black Mang Village spoke, and a black war spear spirit materialized beside him, which he grasped in his hand.

"Seafoam, fire!"

In the midst of the shock, Shi Li's secretly hidden cultivation base of the second realm surged forth. He unleashed his martial soul technique, firing out a single shot.

Suddenly, streaks of gunfire flashed towards Wang Xuan in a blitz attack. Countless solid gun shadows covered the sky and enveloped Wang Xuan. In this instant, Wang Xuan was completely shrouded by the dense barrage of bullets. From all sides, one couldn't even see Wang Xuan's figure anymore.

"Foolish little brat, the difference in our realms is insurmountable. Killing you would be like killing a chicken."

Martial souls are varied and diverse, with grades ranging from high to low. Correspondingly, martial soul skills also vary in strength. Shi Li only cultivated his own martial soul skills!

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