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Just as Zi Feng was about to step out of the forest, he suddenly sensed an aura approaching them. Zi Feng puzzledly turned his body, and stared off into the distance. But after a moment, Zi Feng understood what was going on as he summoned his ancient sword, his face filled with vigilance.

Beside him, Fa Ming was also holding the buddhist beads tightly, staring at the front. As for the Netherworld, he stood behind them with some unease. He kept feeling a dangerous aura spread behind Zi Feng's back, but he was unable to catch the faint aura.

Not long later, Zi Feng saw a black robe approaching from the not-so-thick forest. Zi Feng could faintly feel from his aura that this person was an Emptiness Realm Expert, which made him loosen the ancient sword in his hand. Zi Feng would not care much about an intermediate stage Emptiness Realm Expert, because just by relying on his extremely destructive strength, the current Zi Feng was already able to fight against an early stage tribulation expert.

However, Zi Feng didn't underestimate him. He knew that the black-robed figure that appeared was definitely connected to that mysterious organization.

Not long later, the black-robed figure appeared before Zi Feng and the rest, as he icily stated, "All of you have to die."

As he spoke, he chopped out with his right hand towards Violet Maple. The sudden change made Zi Feng somewhat fearful, but he, who was at a distance between life and death, quickly reacted. He held the ancient sword in his hand horizontally, blocking the blue colored Qi. At the same time the two of them crossed hands, the Buddhist rune standing next to Zi Feng swung its right arm, and that simple and unadorned pearl shot towards the chest of the black-robed man in front of him.

After a short exchange, the black-robed man had been at a disadvantage. However, with his deep qi, he still kept on fighting with Zi Feng and the others because he knew that if he stayed any longer, his helpers would arrive. At that time, the violet-haired youth in front of him had been an easy target.

For a moment, grass and trees flew everywhere in the forest. Soon, the forest turned into a sea of wolves. At this moment, the battle between the three had reached its climax.

Although the black-robed old man had a cultivation base at the middle stage of the Emptiness Realm, he would still be at a disadvantage if he fought against two experts at the early stage of the Emptiness Realm. Not to mention the fact that the destructive power of Zi Feng was not abnormal, it caused the black-robed old man to be in a miserable state.

Just as the ancient sword in Zi Feng's hand was about to pierce into the black-robed man's chest, he suddenly felt a majestic aura envelop him.

Zi Feng had no choice but to leave the black-robed figure in front of him. He turned around and stared at that unknown aura. When that aura appeared, the Netherworld Udumbara Flower let out a long, terrified cry.

At that moment, when Lil 'White, who was eating in the village, heard the sound, he hurriedly threw away the delicacy in front of him and ran out.

The aura grew closer and closer. Not long later, Zi Feng saw a grey-robed elder appear in front of him in a flash.

From his aura, Zi Feng could faintly feel a sense of fear, and couldn't help but begin to gauge his cultivation. It was obvious that he wasn't a master of the Large Success Stage. If he had appeared in front of Zi Feng, then just a teleportation would have been enough to deal with him.

What Zi Feng was able to look at was probably the number one master below the Large Scale, someone at the late stage of Divine Tribulation! After roughly estimating the strength of this gray-robed old man, Zi Feng's heart was no longer as nervous as it was before.

After knowing his opponent's strength and then looking at his own strength, in addition to the fact that Fa Ming's cultivation was not weak, Zi Feng was confident that he would be able to take this risk.

Not long after, the grey-robed elder walked over and coldly said to the black-robed elder, "Trash."

As he spoke, he looked at the black-robed elder with disdain. When the black-robed old man heard these words, his expression could not help but become even more gloomy.

They were originally fellow disciples of the same sect, but ever since they stepped into the Emptiness Realm, the old man in the grey robe had improved at a rapid pace, and his master had paid more attention to him. From then on, this had become a knot in the old man's heart.

Now that it was mentioned by the gray-robed old man, how could the black-robed old man's expression be kind?

Within the forest, the wind was blowing the leaves that had fallen from the fight. The rustling sounds were coming from the branches that were swaying in the wind as if they wanted to fall down.

Wherever the breeze passed by, it messed up that beautiful purple hair of Zi Feng's. For a moment, the forest became abnormally peaceful, and two bird cries came from not too far away.

At this moment, Zi Feng and the grey-robed elder were facing each other. They were less than half a meter away from each other as they looked at each other without moving. A demonic light flashed in the eyes of both of them. The purple maple was a dream-like purple light, while the gray-robed old man was emitting a blue light.

Seeing this strange scene, Farmer Ming, who was standing at the side, couldn't help but ponder. A moment later, Fa Ming seemed to have thought of something and muttered, "Could this be the kind of battle that Master often talks about?"

Thinking of this, the look with which the inventor looked at Zi Feng became even more doubtful.

The cultivation of the violet-haired youth in front of him was a bit lower than his, but he was actually able to fight against the gray-robed old man. This truly puzzled him.

Just as Fa Ming was puzzled, Zi Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the gray-robed old man in front of him with a slightly dispirited expression.

Seeing this scene, the old man in the grey robe laughed sinisterly and said, "With just this level, you want to fight me?" As he spoke, he began to giggle.

When the black-robed old man saw this, he could not help but dejectedly lower his head and mutter, "It's only been a short time since we last met, but his consciousness seems to have improved a bit."

As he spoke, the black-robed old man couldn't help but sigh. He said, "It seems that the distance between him and me is growing larger and larger."

The helplessness and emaciation in his tone, astonishingly showed the little bit of self-esteem that the black-robed old man had in his heart.

After so many years of being humiliated by him, the old man had also wanted to try his best to get revenge. But now, the gap between them had widened, and the old man couldn't help but feel disheartened.

Actually, people of his age should have given up everything since they were old. However, the old man in black robes was constantly vexed by the humiliation. Perhaps this was the so-called 'pride'! But now, the black-robed old man's mind was finally at ease. Nothing was important anymore, and the gray-robed old man's eyes couldn't help but become much friendlier. After all, this was a fellow disciple that he had been classmates with for many years; would he be able to hold a grudge for the rest of his life? In the moment that the black-robed old man was indifferent, the force within his body suddenly revolved, rushing towards the threshold that had always bound him.

At this moment, Zi Feng, who had wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head and said to the grey-cloaked old man, "You are strong." Hearing this, the grey-robed old man couldn't help but raise his head and smile towards the sky.

The moment he raised his head, the Netherworld Udumbara rushed out from beside Zi Feng. It used its claw to grab at the throat of the gray-robed elder.

As if sensing the change, the gray-robed old man let out a cold snort. A majestic aura enveloped his entire body, blocking the charging You You.

The Netherworld Udumbara who was on the ground helplessly looked at Zi Feng, whose mouth still had traces of blood.

The gray-robed elder that had been ambushed suddenly became furious. He stared malevolently at the harmless You You.

However, just as he was about to attack, the black-robed old man standing behind Zi Feng said coldly, "Old bastard, it's time to end the grudge between us."

As he spoke, he passed by the head of Zi Feng, summoned out his longsword, and hacked it towards the gray-robed elder in anger.

The gray-robed elder's face grew even more savage when he saw that his senior brother, who had always been incomparably weak, had actually dared to challenge him.

Just as the long sword of the black-robed old man was about to swing at the head of the gray-robed old man, the gray-robed old man suddenly disappeared. Not long later, the figure of the gray-robed old man appeared under a tree not far away.

This sudden change was something that the black-robed old man found hard to accept. He originally thought that after breaking through, even if he couldn't compare to him, he would still be on the same level!

But now, he couldn't even touch a corner of the old man's clothes. The old man's expression couldn't help but darken a bit. When Zi Feng and Fa Ming saw this, they both exclaimed, "Could it be that he has already reached the Large Success stage?"

However, he rejected it in the blink of an eye. It wasn't that they hadn't met before, but that the old man in the grey robe didn't feel any of that ethereal aura. The two of them couldn't help but attribute this to their special movement techniques.

Just when everyone was stunned, the gray-robed old man under the tree mocked, "Old demon, after so many years, you are still like this, truly disappointing! "My good senior brother."

Upon hearing these words, the corner of the old man's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He raised a trembling hand and pointed at the old man in the grey robe. Seeing this scene, the gray-robed elder seemed to grow even more wild as his voice grew even more sinister. Only the sound of his strange voice could be heard echoing in the forest.

A moment later, the black-robed elder seemed to have thought of something and pointed at the grey-robed elder. He said in disbelief, "Could it be that you've really cultivated it?"

As he spoke, he looked at the grey-robed elder in terror. Hearing this, the grey-robed elder's expression suddenly changed. A savage laugh could be heard, and the gaze towards the black robed elder couldn't help but turn cold. "Correct, I've cultivated, but so what?"

As he spoke, he stared arrogantly at the black-robed elder.

When the black-robed elder heard the elder's reply, he sighed and said somewhat sorrowfully, "I should have guessed this a long time ago. I should have guessed it a long time ago."

As he spoke, he took a few steps back in dejection. The grey-robed elder was stunned when he saw the old man's dejected expression. Ever since they were young, the two of them had always been on good terms with each other. However, it was because of that matter that they had become enemies.

Zi Feng, who was standing to the side, saw the two elders in a daze and prepared to leave. He did not believe that he and Fa Ming could contend against the grey-robed elder.

Just as Zi Feng was about to turn around and leave, the two elders suddenly spoke out in unison, "First get rid of that brat, then we can talk."

When Zi Feng heard this, three black lines immediately appeared on the beam. He didn't expect that the two old men who wanted to kill him just a moment ago would now simultaneously attack him.

In the blink of an eye, the situation had changed. On the side, Farmer couldn't help but sigh, "Following him is quite exciting. I don't know if this will work …" Saying this, he helplessly glanced at Zi Feng.

Zi Feng helplessly turned his head around. However, there was no trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, a strong fighting intent burst out. The ancient sword in his hand could not help but tighten as he stared at the two elders.

Seeing the expression of the violet-haired youth in front of him, the gray-robed elder said proudly, "Little fellow, your talent can be said to be one in a million. In the past hundred years, I'm afraid not many people have been able to compare with you, but today you are going to die here."

As he said this, he paused for a moment, then glanced at Zi Feng and continued, "You know too much. In your next life, don't meddle in other people's business. Just do your job well." As he said this, his voice became gloomy and he began to laugh. When Zi Feng heard the gray-robed elder's words, his face couldn't help but darken. He gripped the ancient sword in his hand and said: "I still don't know who will live and who will not. Don't be happy too early."

With that, he raised the ancient sword in his hand and rushed towards the grey-robed old man. When the grey-robed elder saw the violet-haired youth being so stubborn, he could not help but smile, but at the same time, he threw a praising gaze towards the teenager in front of him.

However, a moment later, the gray-robed elder's face grew cold as he pointed his sword at Zi Feng. The old man next to the grey-robed elder also raised his sword and pointed it at Farmer.

The great battle was at hand, but the forest seemed to have quieted down. Occasionally, the low cries of partridges could be heard from the distant grass.

Just as Zi Feng and the others were about to fight, a small head suddenly popped out from the grass behind the grey-robed elder. A pair of eyes kept looking at the people in front of them. At the same time that the head appeared, the quiet Netherworld roared at the ground.

After hearing this sound, the little head in the grass hid his body.