C128

Chapter 128 - Above the Peak of the Mountain (2)

Seeing the ground burnt to ashes and not even their corpses remaining, everyone secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. In the Hundred Desolate Lands, a Xuanzun expert was already a top-notch expert. No matter which force one was in, such an expert would definitely be one of the top five people to be handed over.

"You want to go to the Hundred Wastelands without paying? You bunch of ants think that with more people, you can get there?" The fire men despised people like gods.

Everyone's gaze turned to the fire man, their eyes filled with reverence, fear, and hatred.

Just then, a figure walked out from the crowd. It was a middle-aged man about fifty years old, holding a three foot long scimitar, he wore a straw hat as if he did not see the fire person, and directly walked towards the defense line at the top of the mountain.

Looking at the knife-wielding man, the fire man squinted. He could feel that Old Man was also a third stage Xuanzun. Even though they were both at the third stage of Xuanzun, the fire man felt a strong sense of danger from the Old Man.

"Isn't this the famous three foot long blade guy, Suo Balang? Why is he here?" An ice-cold voice rang out and the entire sky seemed to feel a chill from the voice. A man dressed in white slowly floated down from the sky. He held an ice longsword in his hand. Although the man did not intentionally release his aura, a chill still entered everyone's heart.

"Frigid Sword Boy, I'm going to the Hundred Wastelands to report to you?" The Old Man that was called Suo Balang said angrily when he saw the ice man.

"I am afraid of you in the Cold City, but in the Hundred Desolate Land, there is a Hundred Beasts Sect standing behind me." In terms of authenticity, he could not compare to Suo Balang, but this Mainland had never belonged to the same world. He was alone at Hundred Cliffs Suo Balang, but the one standing behind him was the Hundred Beasts Sect, so he was not afraid of Suo Balang in the slightest.

"Yo, it's so lively." Everyone's gaze turned towards a large tree not far away. Sitting on the branch of that tree was a The black-haired youth, and beneath the tree stood a golden-haired girl, and in her arms was a small beast that looked like her David's Deer. Shockingly, it was Xia Xuan and Yan Shuang.

"A mere Mystical King dares to speak, is he courting death?" Seeing that Xia Xuan, a mere Mystical King dared to speak, the fire man waved his hand, signalling the fire snake to rush towards Xia Xuan.

Just as the fire man was about to turn his head and not look at Xia Xuan, a black scale lance suddenly appeared in front of Xia Xuan and blocked off his attack.

A seemingly normal attack was definitely not something an ordinary Mystical King could defend against. Even with the help of flamethrower, it was also impossible for them to not react at all, and the most unusual thing was that Xia Xuan did not use any spiritual energy at all.

No matter how he tried, he could not sense the abilities of the Flame Frost. In this Hundred Desolate Land, there was no ordinary person, which meant that Yan Shuang was stronger than him.

"He is one of the eighth son of Cold City, Senior Suo Balang, does he have any intentions of cooperating with us for a while?" Xia Xuan ignored the cold sword and jumped down from the tree.

Suo Balang naturally knew what Xia Xuan was thinking, with his pride, how could he give money to the younger generation, but he could do nothing about it. Now that he had Xia Xuan and Yan Shuang, he was no longer worried, and nodded to Xia Xuan, saying, "You handle the inflammation, I'll deal with the cold sword."

"No problem." Xia Xuan laughed, a wave of spiritual energy burst out, holding onto the flamethrower and rushed towards the man named Yan Qi.