In the circle, Song Shuyao and Jiang Chen were unexpectedly included. They were exceedingly unlucky; after seeing Ye Qingfeng off, they were closest to the back door. Returning to school from the back door, they encountered Wei Wuming and his group.

Wei Wuming questioned them about Ye Qingfeng's whereabouts, but before much was said, who would have thought that they too were trapped in the flames.

"Who are you people? What do you want to do?"

Wei Wuming asked coldly. Outside the circle of fire stood six figures. Five of them wore similar attire and exuded powerful auras, and among them, one held a breathtakingly beautiful and ethereal girl. Seeing this girl restrained, Wei Wuming felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

The girl being captured was the Yanjing Dream, Han Qingqiu.

The five came with aggressive intent, instantly trapping everyone within. Clearly, they harbored no good intentions. Han Qingqiu being captured further highlighted their formidable strength.

His cultivation was similar to Han Qingqiu's. If a fight broke out, he feared he would end up just like Han Qingqiu.

At this moment, Han Qingqiu's hands were tied behind her back, her power entirely sealed, seemingly unable even to speak, only able to meet Wei Wuming's gaze with her eyes.

"Is she asking me to find help?"

Wei Wuming instantly understood, his hand already reaching into his pocket for his phone, secretly dialing.

Then, one of the five in dark blue attire suddenly spoke, "Wei Wuming, trying to call for help is too late; your phone won't connect!"

"What?"

The others exclaimed in surprise.

"Why is there no signal on the phone?"

Wei Wuming frowned deeply, "Signal jammer?"

The opponents arrived very abruptly, but clearly well-prepared.

"Wei Wuming, don't worry, we won't make things difficult for you!"

The person continued, "We are from the World Court. We have observed you for a long time. You are qualified to join the training hall of our Judgement Court's forces. Come with us!"

"World Court?"

Wei Wuming, due to family reasons, was somewhat aware of this world's deeply influential forces. His gaze sharpened at that.

"You captured Han Qingqiu to make her join this training hall too?"

He asked solemnly.

"Of course!" said another of the five indifferently. "Those qualified to join our Judgement Court's training hall are world-class talents."

"Joining us can enhance your power infinitely, hundreds of times stronger than you are now!"

"As a Martial Artist, your craving for power shouldn't be weaker than anyone else's, right?"

His tone carried a hint of enchantment, seemingly tempting Wei Wuming. The others were clueless about what the World Court or Martial Artists meant.

Song Shuyao and Jiang Chen stood at the back, puzzled, but finally understood the target was Wei Wuming, and they were just caught in the crossfire.

Wei Wuming's eyes shifted, suddenly asking, "Can you elevate me to the same level as Ye Jiujie?"

Ye Qingfeng was like a thousand-pound leaf weighing on his heart, impossible to shake off or forget. He dreamed of becoming someone who could contend with Ye Qingfeng.

Upon hearing his question, the five from the Judgement Court instantly fell silent.

Ye Jiujie, their World Court's most formidable enemy, spoke of with dread by even those at the War Emperor Level or higher in their ranks, sighed over with regret.

This person posed a threat to the World Court's grand plans, even more than the Dragon King.

"Wei Wuming, who do you think you are, wanting to be compared to Ye Jiujie?"

One sneered, "To stand on the same realm as him, perhaps in a hundred years you might have a sliver of a chance!"

They usually wouldn't waste words on Wei Wuming but had another purpose and needed him to help, which they didn't dare attempt alone with just the five of them.

Wei Wuming could only smile bitterly and unwillingly. The gap between him and Ye Jiujie was a hundred years? If in a hundred years he reached Ye Jiujie's current realm, what realm would Ye Jiujie himself be in?

"Wei Wuming, we came to you, hoping you'll do us a favor!"

"Help us lure out Ye Lei and Ye Shan; they are also on our recruitment list!"

Wei Wuming's eyes sharpened at these words, with a hint of mockery, "You fear Ye Jiujie, dare not touch Ye Lei and Ye Shan, so want to use me to lure them out for you to make your move?"

He wore an angry expression, snorting coldly, "You're dreaming. As a fellow Huaxia, I won't betray my compatriots!"

Han Qingqiu nodded silently, her eyes showing approval. She had been worried that Wei Wuming might agree.

"Wei Wuming, you have no choice!"

One stepped forward, grinning hideously, and suddenly waved a hand. A surge of Spiritual Power erupted, blasting and denting the ground surrounding the fire circle.

Except for Wei Wuming, everyone else was in shock, eyes wide and mouths agape. Jiang Chen and Song Shuyao exchanged glances, eyes filled with deep fear.

What kind of power was this? Just a hand wave could shatter the ground? What if this power was directed at them?

"We know you like Han Qingqiu; she's in our hands now. If you can't bring Ye Lei and Ye Shan here within an hour, we'll show no mercy. We've been lurking in Yanjing for so long, it's been ages since we've encountered such a fine young maiden!"

Their lascivious gazes roamed over Han Qingqiu, making her heart turn cold with terror.

However strong-willed she might be, she was still a girl, instinctually afraid of such things.

"And the people behind you, if you bring Ye Lei and Ye Shan within an hour, they won't die. But if you exceed five minutes, we'll kill one person, continuing until they're all dead!"

"Now, have you thought it over?"

The five grinned hideously, without worry that Wei Wuming would refuse. At this moment, they held absolute dominance, all of these people were their pawns.

With those words, Jiang Chen, Song Shuyao, and others turned pale. Wasn't this seizing their lives as leverage to threaten Wei Wuming?

Wei Wuming clenched his fists, momentarily caught in an unbearably difficult position.

"Seeing you so hesitant, we should kill someone to remind you!"

One's gaze turned cold, pointing a finger, a gust of wind shot forth, aiming directly at Song Shuyao.

In an instant, Song Shuyao felt cold all over, the footsteps of death rapidly approaching, her body locked in place.

"Whoosh!"

A piercing sound soared through the air, and everyone watched as the one who had acted had their head severed, falling from their neck to the ground, the force heading towards Song Shuyao dissipating instantly.

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