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The seagulls, the blue sky, the endless sea.

The three giant wheels were like enormous blades, riding the wind and breaking the waves, tearing open the blue sea, and swiftly sailing away.

Finally, a boundless continent could be vaguely seen in the dense sea mist.

Although the Yue Clan was a Grade Eight Holy Land, its overall strength was far from that of the Star Gauze City. Even when compared to the Jiang, Bai, and Jade Palaces, the difference was not small.

With the power that Ye Zichen had now, it was more than enough to destroy the Yue family.

"Boss, you're becoming more and more domineering, I like it!" The primordial chaos beast howled in grief.

The three seagoons became faster and faster, and very quickly, under the shelter of a large number of fishing boats, the three seagoing ships entered a busy seaport on the Northern Continent.

"Sister Wandering, are you really going to go back to the Floating Mountain Palace and rebuild it there?"

As they walked down from the ship, Ye Chenfeng arrived at the tall figure, jade-green silky long skirt, and the alluring Xue Wandering's side and asked softly.

"Mm. I've discussed this with Master and the others. The Misty Mountain is our root, and we cannot part ways with it." Xue Piao nodded and said, "Although the Misty Peak has been destroyed, it still comes from the Heavenly Realm and will not be completely destroyed. Therefore, we have decided to rebuild the Misty Mountain at our former location."

"Alright, since you've already decided, let's head to the Floating Mist Mountain's old location first. I'll head to the Eastern Continent after I help you rebuild your land!" Ye Zichen said.

"Thank you!"

Ye Chenfeng was able to delay time for them, which moved her a lot.

As they flew towards the Misty Mountain, Ye Zichen suddenly felt ten extremely fast flying Spiritual Beasts flying towards them from behind a towering mountain in the distance.

"We can't take it anymore. The Greenwing Bird we are riding is on the verge of drying up. If we fly for another hour, I'm afraid our bodies will explode and we will die."

A young man, who was covered in blood and had a pale complexion, and was a third level Inverted Beast King, looked at the ten or so black-clothed men who were chasing after him, and said tiredly and anxiously.

"Senior apprentice-brother WindWithoutTrace, what should we do? I don't want to die yet."

The young girl in a long white dress said in despair, her arms bleeding profusely. Tears welled up in her eyes; she was on the verge of tears.

"Let's go all out against them. Even if we die, I will drag them down with me." The big bearded man gritted his teeth as he spoke, looking as if he was about to fight with his life on the line.

"That's right. Even if we die, we cannot lose face for the Sky Cloud Martial School. We are not cowards." Flowing Cloud nodded and said, "Everyone, calm your minds and heal up quickly. When they catch up, we'll fight them to the death."

Just as Flowing Cloud Trace finished speaking, many martial artists' faces revealed expressions of hopelessness and helplessness. The two beautiful young girls were so frightened that their bodies trembled and tears flowed from their eyes.

"There's someone here! Why are there so many people ahead of us?!"

When the people of the Sky Cloud Martial School rode the Cyan Winged Bird, which was on the verge of death, and flew into the majestic mountain peak, they were shocked.

They saw numerous silhouettes appearing in front of them, directly sealing off the space around them and blocking their path.

Just as they fell into panic and were hesitating on whether they should take the risk to get closer, they saw the familiar faces of Ye Chenfeng, Xue Piao and co. and they were so shocked that their eyes widened, revealing looks of disbelief.

"Yes, it's the people from Floating Mist Mountain. They're back, we're saved!"

Liu Yunzhi and the others never would have thought that they would meet people from the Floating Mist Mountain Range at the moment of life and death. They didn't care what price they had to pay in order to stimulate the potential of the Cyan Winged Bird, so they quickly flew over.

"Retreat!"

The more than ten black-clothed men who were in hot pursuit saw the numerous figures in front of them and jumped in fright. They immediately gave up on the idea of chasing after them and wanted to retreat quickly.

"Chaos, stop them! Don't let them escape!"

A cold light flashed in Ye Chenfeng's eyes as he ordered as he looked at the ten-odd men in black that were running away.

"Leave it to me, boss!"

The primal chaos beast roared, its massive body accelerating rapidly. With terrifying demonic energy, it intercepted the dozen black clothed men.

"Die!"

After being intercepted by the divine beasts, the ten-odd black-clothed men all drew out their own weapons, using all of their power to attack the divine beasts in an attempt to force them back.

After fusing with the White Tiger's skeleton, the Primal Chaos Divine Beast became extremely terrifying. The attacks launched by the dozen or so black-clothed men weren't able to harm it at all.

"Aooo!"

A thunderous roar resounded and the primal chaos beast knocked out a dozen black clothed people along with a few flying spirit beasts. Their eyes turned black as they fell from the sky, unconscious, to the ground.

"Thank you, Sect Master Xue, for saving my life!"

Witnessing the chaos beast knock out more than ten black-clothed men with a single roar, Liu Yunhen was both shocked and extremely glad. He let out a long breath, and said gratefully.

"Yun Hen, what happened? Who was the one chasing after you? How is your Sky Cloud Martial School?

Looking at the injured head disciple of the Sky Cloud Martial School, Yun Hen, Xue Piao asked.

"Sigh, in the years that Sect Master Xue disappeared, the Northern Spiritual Realm has been under fire from the war. Not only was our Sky Cloud Martial School destroyed by the bandits of the West Continent, the Sword Valley also suffered heavy casualties. Now that the Northern Spiritual Region is under the control of the Western Demon Sect, we can only hide and hide." Liu Yun Hen let out a soft sigh and explained the situation in the Northern Spiritual Realm.

"The Northern Spiritual Region is controlled by the West Devil Sect!" Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Could it be that the Devil Wind Cloud is also in the Northern Spiritual Realm?"

"Yes, I heard that the Demonic Wind Cloud is currently cultivating at the Floating Mist Mountain Range. The current him is even more terrifying, and no one is able to defeat him." Liu Yun Hen said.

"This Devil Wind Cloud must have found a great lucky chance in the ruins of the Misty Immortal Realm. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed here forever!" The corner of Ye Zichen's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of sharpness. He said, "Come, let's go to the Floating Mist Mountain Range to meet our old friend."

With that, Ye Zichen waved his hand and killed ten black clothed people who were covered in the blood of Northern Spiritual Region's martial practitioners. Then, he led the group towards the Floating Mountain Martial School.