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The Primary Stage was the strongest realm in the Octoterra Divine Region.

And above the Primary Stage, was a name of "Heavenly Tribulation Stage".

Jiu Li and Xing Jiang were both Heavenly Tribulation Stage Rankers, and since they were born in the Underworld Realm, their environment was completely different from the Octoterra Divine Region's, so they could naturally break through and create them.

Not long after Ye Ling and the other three returned to Honghuang Sect, numerous white robed figures suddenly appeared in the sky. All of them had sharp eyebrows and an imposing manner, all of them had their own swords on their backs.

They were all from the Sword Tomb, and all of them had extremely high cultivation bases. Among them, three of them had reached the first level of the Heavenly Tribulation Stage, and these three were the leaders of the group.

The three of them were called 'Sword Elemental', 'Sword Rain' and 'Sword Madman'. With ice-cold expressions, they led the hundred clansmen of the Sword Tomb to approach the Honghuang Sect in a grandiose manner.

Whoosh!

When the people of Sword Tomb arrived, a cold wind blew, causing sand and rocks to fly everywhere.

The desolate Honghuang Sect, after a hundred years of peace, had once again stirred up a frenzy. Because the Honghuang Sect lived and died in her name, she had even been despised by the world, and had long been ignored by people.

Ye Ling slowly opened his eyes and looked at the incoming Sword Tomb. Seeing that the three leaders had reached Heavenly Tribulation Stage in cultivation, he could not help but frown.

Sou sou!

Everyone from Sword Tomb descended from the sky, all of them with their faces covered in ice shards. They surrounded Ye Ling and the others like tigers and wolves, staring at Ye Ling and the others.

Sword Yuan, Sword Rain and Sword Kuang landed in front of Ye Ling, all of their expressions were cold and indifferent like ice, their eyes releasing a sharp light, looking at Ye Ling who was seated cross-legged in front of them.

"Hand Jian Yi over, and we can let you go!"

Sword Elemental standing, with an unfriendly face, directly asked Ye Ling for it. This time, they had to take Jian Yi back to Sword Tomb safely, as per the orders given by the Master of Sword Tomb.

Ye Ling frowned, he raised his head and looked at Jian Yuan, and unexpectedly revealed a disdainful sneer, and did not reply.

"Ye Ling, don't think that we can't do anything to you. If you know what's good for you, quickly hand Jian Yi over!"

Seeing that Ye Ling did not bother about his, and dared to look down on their arrival, his face was gloomy, he took a step forward and pointed at Ye Ling and bellowed.

Ye Ling frowned, his expression was somewhat ugly, looking at the incoming rain of swords, his eyes actually flashed with a cold light.

"Bastard!"

"You are courting death!"

Seeing Ye Ling's look of contempt, the sword madman's face suddenly turned cold, he walked to the side and exclaimed in shock, he raised his hand suddenly, and the sword behind his back directly slashed out towards Ye Ling.

"Damn it!"

"It's not your turn to be arrogant!"

Ye Ling did not move an inch, but the blood demons behind him could not stay calm, this was their territory, how could they tolerate others acting wildly here?

Boom! *

The blood demon took action. The Blood Weeping Claw arrived from the sky and instantly repelled the sword attack.

The sword fanatic had an ice-cold expression on his face. His name was the sword fanatic, and naturally, he had a violent personality.

"Whiz!"

The sword fanatic rushed towards the blood demon, immediately starting a great battle with it. The two loved to fight, so they did not want to be outdone and attacked ferociously.

Because the swordsman was strong, the blood demon was at a disadvantage. However, the blood demon couldn't retreat, and instead used an infernal energy to stimulate the bloodthirsty frenzy. It was inseparable from the blood demon's fierce battle with the sword.

Ye Ling who was seated on the ground did not bother with the Blood Demon, the reason why the Blood Demon was called a Blood Demon was because its strength was different from normal people. It had a bloodthirsty and brutal aura, and its fighting strength was not weaker than the Heavenly Tribulation Stage.

Seeing Ye Ling not caring at all, he could not bear it any longer, so he gritted his teeth and suddenly rushed towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling frowned, before the rain of swords could come close, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. It was Huan Xiong, the black light around him suddenly shone, and with a bang, a gigantic figure appeared.

BOOM!

Huan Xiong summoned his Dharma Idol and directly forced the rain of swords to retreat a few steps.

Although Huan Xiong's cultivation was stuck at the ninth level of the Primary Stage, he was still a person who had survived through time and time until now.

The rain of swords was blocked by Huan Xiong, causing him to be unable to even take half a step closer to Ye Ling. This caused him to be enraged, his face turning ice-cold, and he instantly pounced towards Huan Xiong, clashing fiercely.

Jian Yuan's face was ashen, neither the sword madman nor the sword rain had succeeded, how could he remain calm when facing Ye Ling who was in front of him.

"Whiz!"

The moment the sword essence appeared, it instantly closed in on Ye Ling and swept towards him. Boom!

Ye Ling's face was expressionless. As he sat cross-legged on the ground, he did not have any intention of dodging. The moment the sword image attacked, a black light exploded the sword image.

Thump! Thump!

The sword essence retreated back as the floating face was filled with shock and stared at Ye Ling who was in front of it.

Feng Yu appeared out of nowhere, wielding the Sickle of the God of Death in his hand. A bloodthirsty sneer appeared on his face as he locked gazes with Jian Yuan.

"Sickle of the God of Death?" Seeing the Sickle of the God of Death in Feng Yu's hand, the sword's essence could no longer remain calm.

Teng!

The sword source was fearful, but Feng Yu was the first to rush out. She waved her blade and ripples of time instantly enveloped the area, leaving Jian Yuan with no way out.

The Sickle of the God of Death descended, instantly cutting the sword essence in half. Blood spurted into the air, and in the blink of an eye, he died on the spot.

Feng Yu retreated, his face as pale as paper. His entire aura was unstable, and with just a single slash, he had consumed a great deal of his own mana. Advantages had their drawbacks.

Ye Ling nodded his head slightly. He was very satisfied with Feng Yu's performance, but the battle between the Blood Demon and Huan Xiong seemed to be difficult, but at least he did not show any signs of losing.

Ye Ling stood up. When he looked at the empty space in front of him, a figure suddenly appeared.

He was dressed in a white robe, his hair was as white as snow, his eyes were squinted, and revealed a profound gaze. He looked at Ye Ling, and with his cultivation at the third level of the Heavenly Tribulation Stage, he was called the "Sword Abyss".

"How did you notice me?" The Sword Abyss frowned, he could not see through the Ye Ling in front of him. He had always been hidden in the darkness, but Ye Ling had still detected him.

"If you want people to not know, then don't do it unless you are on your own."

"Your killing intent is too strong. Even if I don't want to know, I can't."

Ye Ling smiled, facing the appearance of the Sword Abyss, he was not surprised at all. This time, the Sword Tomb had sent out their Heavenly Tribulation Stage experts, how could they let him get away with it so easily?

Without a doubt!

The Sword Abyss in front of him was the leader of the Sword Tomb this time, he held a rather high position in the Sword Tomb, he was far more stable and difficult to deal with than the ordinary people from the Sword Tomb.

"Oh?" Knowing that Ye Ling had noticed the problem he was facing, the Sword Abyss laughed in surprise. Then, his eyes widened as he looked at Ye Ling and asked, "How do you want to let Jian Yi go?"

"Where is the person I want?" Ye Ling frowned, he raised his hand and touched his nose, revealing a strange look, as he looked at the Sword Abyss.

If he did not see Jian Qiu, how could he, Ye Ling, bring Jian Yi out? Furthermore, he did not have any intentions of reconciling with the Sword Tomb.

"Jian Qiu is a member of my Sword Tomb, what use do you have him?"

"I advise you to give up Jian Yi, or else, you might bring disaster upon yourself?"

Sword Abyss's face suddenly became gloomy, Ye Ling had people return to Sword Tomb, and wanted them to bring Jian Qiu over, this was undoubtedly provoking their internal conflict within Sword Tomb.

Jian Qiu was forced to hand over the golden pellet to incite his grandfather's dissatisfaction. Now that the Sword Tomb's mind was at a loss, he was no longer as united as before.

"That's none of your business."

"Without Jian Qiu, there will be no Jian Yi. Even if I have to become enemies with your Sword Tomb, I, Ye Ling have never been afraid!"

Ye Ling sneered, the threat was completely useless in front of him. The reason why he could live till now was not because he was afraid of death the entire way.

Facing Ye Ling's attitude, Sword Abyss's expression became extremely ugly. After being silent for a moment, he raised his hand, and a figure suddenly appeared and knelt down.

"Jian Qiu!" When Ye Ling saw that the person who appeared was the Jian Qiu he wanted, his expression turned ugly.

Jian Qiu, who was kneeling on the ground, had a pale face and the aura around his body had reached its weakest point. His body was covered with large and small wounds, and he was clearly about to be abused by others.

At the moment, Jian Qiu's expression was extremely weak, but when he heard Ye Ling's voice, he actually resisted the urge, and raised his head to look at Ye Ling, revealing a weak smile.

Ye Ling's eyes were bloodshot. Jian Qiu was a member of the Sword Tomb, yet was bullied by his own family, and his cultivation had been dissipated, causing his heart to be unable to calm down.

"Someone is already here, release Jian Yi!" The Sword Abyss's expression was ice-cold, completely ignoring Jian Qiu's life and death, he looked at Ye Ling and spoke in a low voice.

"Very good!"

"I've really underestimated the people from your Sword Tomb."

"The way Jian Qiu has been injured by you two, you two can actually remain indifferent!"

"This is his life!"

"As for my Sword Tomb, you don't even have the right to criticize me. I have already brought the person here, so you should do as I say!"

In his eyes, he only cared about Jian Yi's life and death, as for Jian Qiu, he could only be considered as having a low life.