He knew that leaving was definitely too late!
Because on the other side of the camp, several auras were already close at hand.
A huge sound swept over.
Accompanied by this loud noise, an Upper Profound Realm Great Demon was somehow split in half and fell to the ground like a fallen star.
Chief Jin’s heart skipped a beat.
That sect, who instantly killed the Fierce Demon in the Bright Land Trial, he dared not linger any longer.
Just as he was retreating, trying to hide, the Evil Spirit Knight wrapped in blue flames and the Mountain Dog descended from above, landing right in front of the tent, blocking Nangong Wentian from entering it. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs Nove1Fire.net
His face was so close to Nangong Wentian’s.
Nangong Wentian looked at this scene, his face changed abruptly, and he was startled back a few steps. But before he could retreat far, Wenping’s voice came from behind.
"Where are my people?"
The voice was very familiar.
Familiar enough that he might not forget it for decades to come.
It was indeed Sect Leader Wenping of the Immortal Sect.
Nangong Wenping immediately turned around and asked, "Sect Leader Wen, I was just about to let him go... What do you want to do?"
"No need, I’ll fetch him myself!"
Wenping spoke calmly, and then the Evil Spirit Knight behind him disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he grabbed Nangong Wentian by the collar with both hands and lifted him high up. Nangong Wentian, who had been severely injured by the Flood Dragon, had less than one-tenth of his strength left. Forget Divine Profound Realm, even just the Profound Realm might kill him now.
Being lifted by the Evil Spirit Knight, he was still struggling.
And said, "Sect Leader Wen, you don’t keep your word."
"I keep my word... but not to you."
Wenping waved his hand, and the Evil Spirit Knight directly pressed its face against him. In the eye sockets of the skull, the blue flames reflected in his eyes. Just a glance, and Nangong Wentian was frozen, his mouth open with no more movement. His once clear eyes now resembled burning black charcoal.
Then the Evil Spirit Knight swung him to the ground, turning him into powder.
This scene entered the eyes of the surrounding Mitian Sect members, frightening them so much that they didn’t dare to breathe heavily — Nangong Wentian, second only to the Sect Leader, died without a trace of his remains, so what were they worth? Expecting them to resist this opponent like they were sent to their deaths, they just couldn’t and wouldn’t do it.
Cultivating to the Profound Realm is even more difficult!
So they cherished their lives!
"Senior, we were only following orders, attacking the Immortal Sect is not our own wish!"
"Senior, please have mercy on us!"
As the leaders of the two Upper Profound Realm spoke, others responded one after another, and directly knelt on one knee, showing submission to the Immortal Sect.
But Wenping acted as though he didn’t see them, simply walking towards the tent, glanced at the still bound Yun Liao, the Flying General Sword flew out, cutting the ropes that bound him.
"Sect Leader, you finally came!"
Having survived a disaster, Yun Liao stood up abruptly, very excited.
Seeing Yun Liao , Wenping replied with a smile, "Elder Yun, come out."
"Thank you, Sect Leader, for coming to rescue me."
Yun Liao nodded, walked out of the tent, looking around at the already surrendered opponents, he felt extremely pleased in his heart.
However, when he turned his head, his expression changed!
"You dare to bind me!"
Yun Liao kicked a Middle Profound Realm cultivator by the tent flying.
Although that person was of Middle Profound Realm, he did not dare to retaliate when kicked by someone of the Lower Realm. Struggling to get up from the ground, he wiped the dust from his body and continued kneeling on one knee.
"Senior, we were just following orders."
Wenping calmly replied, "Alright, you can stand up. I can spare your life, but... the walls of Cangwu City have collapsed, you..."
Halfway through his words, someone immediately continued.
"We can go clear it!"
"We’ll go right away."
They responded very quickly, all wanting to grasp this last hope of survival.
Then, Wenping directly spoke to Murong Xi coming out from another tent, "Commander Murong, I’ll leave them to you!"
Murong Xi gave an awkward smile, looking at the dozens of Profound Realm cultivators around, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, Wenping’s gaze landed on the farthest tent.
"Leaving just like that?"
Chief Jin’s escape came to an abrupt halt, slowly walking out from behind the tent, hurriedly explaining, "Gentlemen, I’m just passing by."
Wenping gave a faint smile and immediately ordered his system to open Jin’s brief information.
Upon seeing it, he was stunned for a moment.
He’s actually a Divine Profound Middle Realm from the Hundred Sects Alliance.
But the Flood Dragon can’t leave the Immortal Sect territory, if a fight broke out, they wouldn’t stand a chance.
However, running away was not an option.
Wenping spoke calmly, "Chief Jin, you can leave if you want, but since you’re already here, shouldn’t you leave something behind?"
"How about the Storage Ring on your finger?"
"Forget it, if you won’t leave it, I’ll take it myself..."
Gritting his teeth, Chief Jin removed the Storage Ring from his finger, erased his mark, and reached out his hand. Wenping secretly smiled in his heart: Fooled him!
Immediately, he signaled the Evil Spirit Knight to go and retrieve it.
After collecting the Storage Ring, Wenping did not forget to wave and smile, "Chief Jin, welcome to come again next time!"
After moving away, Chief Jin cursed under his breath.
If he had known the outcome would be , why did he come to mock Nangong Wentian and the others?
If he had stayed behind, he could’ve seen the Immortal Sect’s robes and avoided being coerced into giving away the Storage Ring.
But the ring was already given away; the heartache was no longer something he could dwell on. Mounting a Great Demon, he soared into the sky — he feared they’d change their mind.
Nangong Wentian was a lesson learned!
At this time, Zhantian Qingxuan stepped forward, "Sect Leader, you just let him go like that?"
Wenping calmly replied, "Let him go. Killing him only gains one Storage Ring, but letting him go, he might bring many, many Storage Rings."
Zhantian Qingxuan was initially stunned by this statement.
After understanding Wenping’s meaning, he shook his head and smiled wryly.
But thinking of the Flood Dragon, wouldn’t Divine Profound Realm just become a gift if they came?
Wenping then said, "Elder Zhantian, you stay here to handle the aftermath. I’ll return to the sect first."
Zhantian Qingxuan nodded.
Murong Qing, along with several others, stood atop the city wall, gazing toward the direction of the Immortal Sect, their expressions somewhat joyful.
"Mitian Sect and Chief Jin all came, I really want to see the scene when the Immortal Sect is annihilated." Murong Qing laughed, taking the wine glass passed by the maid beside him, and drank it all comfortably, "Such pleasure! By the way, Xiao Ling, do you know how to sing anything? I’ve heard there are very beautiful songs in Black Rock City."
The lightly made-up woman beside him replied with a smile, "I can sing a few songs, but they might not be good."
"It’s alright, sing anything!"
Today he’s in a good mood, anything would sound pleasant.
Suddenly, he saw a black dot in the sky approaching, and when it got closer, Murong Qing immediately handed the wine glass to another person.
Murong Qing immediately clasped his fists and bowed.