The elder escorting Chen Yu back to the Heavenly Martial Sect immediately refused upon hearing that Chen Yu wanted to leave now.
Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest had already been tricked by Chen Yu several times, and if anything happened to Chen Yu on the way back, they’d bear the responsibility again.
The elder naturally wouldn’t allow Chen Yu to act recklessly.
"Have you connected with the Heavenly Martial Sect?"
The elder asked with a smile.
Chen Yu showed a strange expression, not sure what the other party was going to say, but he had indeed contacted the disciples of the Heavenly Martial Sect, so he nodded, hoping this would be the end of it.
"Haha, then did the Heavenly Martial Sect give you some kind of trick to make you have an accident halfway, and then pit Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest, right? You underestimate me too much."
The elder laughed disdainfully.
"..."
Chen Yu wanted to say the other party was overthinking.However, Chen Yu felt deep sympathy for this elder’s thoughts, Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest must have been tricked too many times.
"How about this, if I leave now and anything happens, it won’t be on the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest."
Chen Yu said.
This surprised the elder slightly, unable to understand.
"What did you say?"
The elder looked surprised, seemingly wanting to confirm again.
"I said if you let me leave now, if anything happens to me, it definitely won’t be blamed on Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest."
Chen Yu repeated.
Whoosh!
The elder suddenly waved his sleeve, the void trembled, transparent flames flickered, condensing into a red sphere, floating in the elder’s palm.
Within the red sphere, the surrounding scene was displayed, along with the sentence Chen Yu had just repeated.
"Alright, you can go."
The elder smiled.
Obviously, he was pretending not to hear clearly, making Chen Yu say it again while recording the scene.
Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest was very hoping for Chen Yu to have an accident, but they didn’t want to bear the blame. Now that Chen Yu had made the promise, this elder gladly agreed.
Chen Yu was speechless at the elder’s actions.
Without caring further, he left the flying ship and flew in a certain direction.
In fact, his actions at this moment were still dangerous.
But when Chen Yu received the distress message, the mysterious heart reacted simultaneously, so he confidently left the protection of the Vermilion Bird Sacred Clan.
After leaving, he took out the messaging token to inquire about the destination.
"Dead Spirit Desert?"
Upon receiving the destination, Chen Yu became more cautious.
This Dead Spirit Desert was a well-known dangerous forbidden area in the Human Race’s territory.
...
In the dark and desolate desert, black winds howled like ghostly wails.
The most common sight here was sand and dirt, followed by bones.
In one part of the desert, a rare and bizarre black tree grew, bare without leaves, lifeless, but hanging with a few fruits on its black branches.
The fruits were shaped like human heads, with simple facial features, some smiling, some angry and cursing.
Seven people stood beneath the black tree, from two different factions.
"Frost Hall, how about splitting these ’Human Soul Fruits’ evenly?"
One man said.
This man was burly and towering, his eyes sparkled with brilliance, his aura was strong.
Behind him were a man and a woman, the man was handsome, with short dark purple hair, it was Lin Tianfeng.
Their outfits were all Heavenly Martial Sect disciples’ attire.
Opposite the burly man, there were four people, the leading man was slender, his face slightly cold, his black eyes emitted icy coldness.
Facing the slender man, the three disciples of Heavenly Martial Sect felt a bit pressured.
"Ghost Finger ’Yan Su’!"
"This person, although from Frost Hall of the Eight Emperor Sect, now has a fame that surpasses many outstanding disciples from the Divine Sect."
Lin Tianfeng communicated with another female disciple.
"I wonder who is stronger, Brother Pan or Ghost Finger Yan Su."
The Brother Pan they referred to was the burly man "Pan Peng", ranked thirty-second on the Heavenly Martial List of Heavenly Martial Sect.
"We have been eyeing these Human Soul Fruits for a long time, the nearby enemies were also killed by us, why should we give you half?"
The slender man "Yan Su" sneered.
"Oh? So you want to be enemies with the Heavenly Martial Sect?"
The burly man "Pan Peng" furrowed his brows, releasing a powerful aura.
"Haha, you must be joking. Even if I cripples the three of you today, would the Heavenly Martial Sect act against me for that?"
Yan Su laughed loudly.
It’s merely competition between disciples, as long as no fatalities occur, the Heavenly Martial Sect won’t intervene.
"Forget it, I will give you a chance. If any of you can withstand twenty moves from me, we’ll split the ’Human Soul Fruits’ half with you, how about it?"
Yan Su’s lips curled into a cold smile.
"Twenty moves!"
Pan Peng, upon hearing this remark, glared angrily.
Among their three, only he was a Four and a Half Stars King, the other two were much less strong, so he was definitely the one to fight.
Yan Su knew this point, yet arrogantly proposed a twenty-move challenge, clearly looking down on him.
"Fine, I’ll face you!"
Pan Peng surged with orange energy, soaring into the sky.
The others backed away, making space for Pan Peng and Yan Su to battle.
"Judging by Yan Su’s demeanor, he seems confident. If Brother Pan loses, we won’t get anything."
"And in terms of total strength of our teams, Frost Hall’s group is stronger."
Lin Tianfeng sighed.
Boom!
The battle was about to begin, Pan Peng from the Heavenly Martial List ranked thirty-two, faced off against Frost Hall’s talented Ghost Finger Yan Su.
Pan Peng wielded a massive axe, swinging it with a chaotic burst of orange light, changing the colors of the surroundings, the storm raged.
Opposite, a black short sword appeared in front of Yan Su, releasing thousands of dark, icy sword shadows, striking directly.
Clang! Bang! Boom!
The first move, the second move, the third move, Yan Su and Pan Peng were evenly matched.
"Is this the strength of the thirty-second rank on the Heavenly Martial List?"
Lin Tianfeng observed Pan Peng.
His cultivation had now reached the Four-star King level, ranked seventy-third on the Heavenly Martial List, eager to climb higher in the rankings.
Pan Peng’s cultivation was only slightly higher, yet the strength he displayed now left Lin Tianfeng shocked.
For at least five years, he had no right to challenge Pan Peng.
Lin Tianfeng couldn’t help but clench his fist, feeling dissatisfied inside.
Qin Wentian, who entered the Heavenly Martial Sect in the same batch as him, was now already a strong fighter ranked thirty-fourth on the Heavenly Martial List, the gap between them was just too wide.
Suddenly, Lin Tianfeng thought of someone, and his mood weighed down.
That person was Chen Yu, whose performance during the new disciple assessment overshadowed Qin Wentian, continuously shining in the Heavenly Martial Sect, even to the point of replacing Qin Wentian as the most talented of his generation.
"What a pity you died."
Lin Tianfeng sighed lightly, without a sense of regret, but with a slight sense of pleasure.
After all, Lin Tianfeng had been struck down by Chen Yu numerous times, casting a long shadow in his heart, and he felt as though he was finally stepping out of it.
"Brother Lin, Brother Pan is about to lose."
A female disciple beside him suddenly shouted.
Lin Tianfeng’s gaze tightened, seeing that Pan Peng was indeed at a disadvantage, and it was only the tenth move.
Could Pan Peng last through twenty moves?
The eleventh move, the twelfth move!
Pan Peng’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat, utterly shocked that he, a genius of the Heavenly Martial Sect, was being overshadowed by a disciple from the Eight Great Emperor Sects, a colossal humiliation.
"War Soul Sky Breaking Slash!"
Pan Peng shouted, his body shrouded in brilliant orange light, battle intent surging forth.
The giant axe in his hand soared into the sky, expanding several times, carving out a dazzling radiance as it slashed toward Yan Su.
"As expected of a disciple of the Heavenly Martial Sect, you have some skill."
Yan Su stated indifferently, his fingers moving as the pitch-black short sword under his control flew into the air, ready to meet Pan Peng’s strike.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion echoed across the sky, disturbing the surroundings.
Within suddenly burst forth an imposing orange axe shadow, slashing towards Yan Su.
Bang!
In the explosion, Yan Su’s figure flew backward.
"Hmph, you underestimated me."
Pan Peng sneered.
"Is that so?"
Yan Su’s voice emerged, with a wave of his finger, a massive dark sword radiance shot forth.
"You’re unharmed?"
Pan Peng looked at Yan Su, extremely surprised.
As an observer, Lin Tianfeng saw more clearly that Yan Su was not blown away by Pan Peng’s strike; rather, he narrowly and skillfully retreated in time, only slightly being affected and sustaining some minor injuries.
Whoosh!
This sword from Yan Su was stronger than before, emanating a chilling aura as it attacked Pan Peng.
Pan Peng, injured, retreated swiftly.
Yan Su pressed on relentlessly, appearing almost like a different person, with sword attacks fierce and ruthless.
Three consecutive sword strikes inflicted three separate wounds on Pan Peng’s body, the last of which reached his organs, severely injuring him, leading to his defeat.
"Lost!"
Pan Peng’s face turned blank, struck by the realization.
"Haha, had you won, I would’ve shared the Human Soul Fruit with you all, but since you lost, chopping off a leg from each of you isn’t too much, is it?"
Yan Su’s cold laughter echoed out.
"What?"
Pan Peng and the others were shocked.
Whoosh!
A dark light sword flashed through, bringing a bone-chilling cold as it approached.
Splurt!
Pan Peng didn’t anticipate Yan Su would strike so suddenly, blood splattered as one of his legs was severed; he writhed and screamed in pain.
Lin Tianfeng and another female disciple felt a chill run down their spines; they’d heard of Ghost Finger Yan Su’s ruthless methods but didn’t expect him to be so vicious even towards disciples of the Heavenly Martial Sect.
"Next, it’s your turn—both of you."
Yan Su didn’t even bat an eye, as the mysterious weapon, the black sword, flew out.
Every hair on Lin Tianfeng’s body stood on end, feeling that this sword was aimed at him.
But suddenly, from afar, a beam of white light swiftly surged forward, appearing right before the black sword, blocking it.
"Support has arrived."
The female disciple beside exclaimed.
She was timid, and the moment she realized there were nearby Heavenly Martial Sect disciples, she sent out a request for support.
Lin Tianfeng let out a sigh of relief, as though he had just walked back from the gates of hell.
Who was it? Which brother from the Heavenly Martial Sect saved him? He must repay this person generously!
So he extended his Spiritual Sense.
Lin Tianfeng was as if struck by lightning, stunned and speechless.
"Chen Yu! How... is it you?"
His Spiritual Sense saw Chen Yu’s face! .
Damn it, wasn’t Chen Yu dead in the Demon Race’s territory?
Was this Chen Yu before his eyes a human or a ghost?
As for the gratitude and repayment he felt just now, Lin Tianfeng had already thrown it aside.
"... Weren’t you... dead?"
Lin Tianfeng managed to stammer out.
"Lin Tianfeng, is that how you speak to your benefactor?"
Chen Yu glanced at Lin Tianfeng, questioning in return.