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During their escape, the disciples of the Primordial Holy Land frequently looked back at Lingxiao in the distance.

Looking at Ling Xiao's resolute figure standing there, everyone was filled with worry.

Ling Xiao selflessly stood in front of everyone to protect them as they evacuated, leaving everyone feeling both moved and helpless.

After fleeing for a long time, the group finally arrived at a place that looked very safe to settle down.

This is an extremely secluded and hidden corner. Inside the cave entrance lies a hidden world, and once you step inside, the scenery is comparable to a paradise on earth.

Even the concentration of spiritual energy here far surpasses that of the outside world.

It can be described as a fairyland within a fairyland.

As soon as everyone stepped into this place, just by taking a breath of the air here, their injuries quietly began to heal somewhat.

A large number of cultivators have gathered here at this moment, all of whom are top geniuses from the major forces in Tiannan.

But at this moment, everyone who was once so arrogant had all unanimously restrained their sharp edges.

Everyone looked solemn; they usually considered themselves geniuses, arrogant and conceited.

But now, in this ethereal fairyland, facing those masked men in blue, they were as insignificant as ants, left to be slaughtered without any power to fight back.

Now that they are out of danger, everyone has different thoughts.

Disciples from various factions spontaneously gathered together and stood in groups.

On the side of the Primordial Holy Land, Jiang Yun, as the Holy Son, had the strongest cultivation and strength, and naturally became the backbone of everyone.

Murong Longtian and his sister Murong Fengwu followed behind Jiang Yun.

Just then, Murong Longtian and Murong Fengwu inexplicably felt several unfriendly gazes falling on them from the side.

Not far away, from three different directions, three cold gazes simultaneously locked onto Long Tian and Feng Wu, the brother and sister.

From the directions of the Great Yan Dynasty, the Lu family, and the Nine Nether Pavilion, all three major forces cast malevolent gazes, staring intently at Murong Longtian and his sister.

They had already recognized that Long Tian and Feng Wu were descendants of the former Murong family.

The reason they cared about the two was because after the Murong family declined, it was the three families that joined forces to suppress the remaining members of the Murong family.

They gradually devoured and absorbed all the subordinate forces under the Murong family.

Upon recognizing Murong Longtian and Murong Fengwu, everyone was greatly surprised, and a strong killing intent quietly surfaced in their eyes.

At the same time, the leaders of the three forces—the Great Yan Dynasty, the Qi family, and the Nine Nether Pavilion—were also present.

They exchanged a glance, both fully aware of the events of forty years ago, and knew them intimately.

Back then, it was these three families who joined forces to divide up all of the Murong family's resources and power. They knew the truth of the matter all too well.

The news of this incident was kept strictly confidential at the time, and almost no word of it leaked out to the outside world.

Even the siblings Murong Longtian and Murong Fengwu were completely unaware of this matter.

At this moment, Yanbei, the crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Qi Ming, the young master of the Qi family.

Chu Han, the young sect master of the Nine Profound Sect.

The three exchanged glances, instantly understanding each other's thoughts, and nodded in unison in understanding.

Although they are in a precarious situation, eliminating the brother and sister Murong Longtian and Murong Fengwu is not a difficult task.

If this matter is left unchecked and investigated in the future, the brother and sister will eventually find out the truth.

Although they didn't think the Murong Longtian siblings could cause any trouble, they absolutely couldn't afford to lose face.

Once this matter reaches Tiannan, the three major forces will be branded as despicable opportunists who take advantage of others' misfortunes and plunder during times of crisis.

Thinking of this, Yan Bei, Qi Ming, and Chu Han stood up at the same time.

The three of them walked together slowly toward the Primordial Holy Land, displaying perfect teamwork.

All the disciples of the Primordial Holy Land had a slight change in expression when they saw the three approaching.

Jiang Yun, who was in the lead, immediately stepped forward.

Although they didn't know the three people's intentions, their sudden appearance at this moment was definitely not for good reasons.

He faced Yan Bei, Qi Ming, and Chu Han directly, his expression unchanged, and smiled faintly.

"Hehe, may I ask what brings you three fellow Daoists to my Primordial Holy Land?"

The three of them simultaneously looked Jiang Yun up and down.

"You are Jiang Yun, the Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Land?"

"Looks like nothing special. Do you have the guts to fight me?" Yan Bei's tone was indifferent, his eyes full of contempt.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yun frowned slightly, realizing that these three had indeed come to cause trouble.

With everyone struggling to survive, how could these three have the audacity to come here and challenge us to a duel?

There must be something fishy going on in this matter.

Jiang Yun was perceptive and immediately saw through the misunderstanding.

Then, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Just say what you mean, no need for this beating around the bush!"

Upon hearing Jiang Yun's words, the three of them immediately burst into laughter.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Jiang is indeed wise. In that case, we'll just get straight to the point."

After saying that, the three of them simultaneously pointed to Murong Longtian and Murong Fengwu behind Jiang Yun.

"These two are our enemies. Hand them over and we will not make things difficult for your Primordial Holy Land."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples of the Primordial Holy Land present changed their expressions drastically, their faces instantly turning cold.

Jiang Yun's expression also darkened completely.

The three men's words were arrogant and contemptuous, showing that they didn't take the Primordial Holy Land seriously at all.

With a mere demand to hand over Murong Longtian and his sister, he declared he would not make things difficult for the Primordial Holy Land.

Even if Murong Longtian and his sister really had a grudge against them, so what?

Conflicts and frictions are inevitable among the various forces in the Southern Divine Continent.

How can we expect them to obediently hand over their disciples over something so trivial?

That makes no sense!

At the back of the crowd, Murong Longtian and Murong Fengwu looked at Yan Bei and the other two, feeling utterly unfamiliar with them.

They had never had any enmity with these three people.

In recent years, he has stayed in the Primordial Holy Land and has never gone out to make enemies.

The brother and sister were initially filled with doubt, but then they instantly realized what was going on.

Judging from this, it must be that these three major forces have a grudge against the Murong family.

When the Murong family suffered a severe blow and declined, these three major forces must have been involved.

Upon realizing this, Murong Longtian and Murong Fengwu suddenly understood, their eyes filled with hatred as they looked at the three of them.

These three people came here clearly intending to eliminate any potential threats.

After Yan Bei finished speaking, he frowned when he saw that the people from the Primordial Holy Land had not made any move.

"What's wrong, Fellow Daoist Jiang? Are you unwilling to hand over the person?"

"Or is it that your Primordial Holy Land is determined to protect these two siblings and is determined to be an enemy of the three of us?"

Yan Bei spoke frankly, no longer pretending, and directly issued a strong threat.

These words, when they reached the ears of Jiang Yun and all the disciples of the Primordial Holy Land, filled everyone with indignation.

Although no one knew what Murong Longtian and his sister had done to offend the three people from Yanbei, as disciples of the Primordial Holy Land, they would never hand them over.

This matter concerns the face and dignity of a sect and a region.

If a force surrenders its own disciples to quell a conflict simply out of fear of an external enemy.

That would be too humiliating and would also chill the hearts of all the disciples.

None of the disciples of the Primordial Holy Land present had any intention of handing over Murong Longtian and his sister.

Meng Guchen, in particular, had been well aware of the close relationship between Murong Longtian and his sister and Chen Ping in recent days.

Nature will never sit idly by or stand idly by.

Jiang Yun was the same; as the Holy Son of the Holy Land, he enjoyed all kinds of glory and respect on a daily basis.

In critical moments, one should naturally protect one's disciples.

Moreover, such a humiliating compromise is neither in line with his nature nor with the style of the Primordial Holy Land.

Jiang Yun's aura suddenly erupted, and he shouted coldly.

"All disciples of the Primordial Holy Land, follow me to battle!"