Pff!

Just the overwhelming oppression caused Su Family's Qi Blood to surge, and they spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Their internal organs trembled with sharp pain, this is the fearsome power of the Ninth Grade.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Within those dark clouds, there are even dense intertwining lightning bolts, a result of their extreme speed causing Qi Blood and air friction.

Hurry!

At least four Ninth-Grade Divine Envoys are coming at all costs.

They are filled with rage, close to bursting with anger all the way.

Damn Wuwen Race,

actually appearing inside the humid realm, it's simply inconceivable.

This is the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Only our Yangxiang Sect can enter your Wuwen Race, how dare you Wuwen Race come to cause trouble in our Yangxiang Race.

Unforgivable.

Absolutely unforgivable.

What a roar!

What a roar!

Angry roars continuously echoed in the sky, terrifying sound waves made the earth tremble within a hundred miles, in some places, the trees were directly snapped by the sound waves.

Fury!

An overwhelming fury that the massive rain can't dissolve.

Kill!

Kill these little thieves.

"Father-in-law, in three seconds, we will leave."

Su Yue looked at the main gate and quickly said.

"Hmm, three seconds, the timing is just right, enough to make them half-dead with anger."

Mu Jingliang nodded, the corner of his mouth carrying a trace of mockery.

In three seconds, those foreign Ninth Grades just barely make it back.

What a pity.

They will come up empty, that will truly make them furious.

"Su Yue, open your pocket!"

Mu Jingliang said.

"For what?"

Su Yue was taken aback.

But he obediently opened his pocket.

"Aren't you trying to exchange heads for merits?"

Mu Jingliang smiled.

This boy, with lots of schemes.

He must want to trade merits for Su Qingfeng's freedom.

Though the possibility isn't high, he still has to help him, responsible son.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

Mu Jingliang flicked his sleeve, and a fierce wind rose from the ground, entwined with countless wind blades.

At this moment, Su Yue finally witnessed the terror of a Ninth Grade.

In the fierce wind, countless foreign heads were swept into the Beast Selection Big Package, even those bodies whose heads hadn't separated were finished off by Mu Jingliang's wind blades.

This was practically the art of devouring.

In the blink of an eye, Su Yue's empty Beast Selection Big Package began to swell.

Efficiency truly comes with a Ninth-Grade Grandmaster.

Mu Jingliang looked mockingly at the distant sky.

Picking up heads is a mere child's play.

The reason he hadn't helped Su Yue before was because he had to deal with several Grandmasters and didn't have his hands free, the timing was too tight after all.

Now, he had nothing to worry about.

...

"Who are you, who deserve countless deaths."

A furious roar came from the sky, like a thunderous boom, deafening.

An entire garrison camp of the Yangxiang Race was destroyed, horrific and cruel, an utter disgrace.

Approaching!

The Divine Envoys could even see the intruders.

There was a Ninth Grade General of the Wuwen Race and a Sixth Grade Grandmaster of the Wuwen Race.

As for Su Yue, he was selectively ignored.

This was simply hateful.

A Ninth Grade General lurking inside the Yangxiang Race, simply outrageous.

"Since you've come to the Yangxiang Race, today you will die."

Another Ninth-Grade Divine Envoy roared.

"Mu Jingliang of the Miracle Corps, presents a grand gift to everyone today.

"Aren't you afraid, leaving the front line without permission, that the Divine Land army will break through your defenses?"

Mu Jingliang sneered.

A Ninth Grade General leaving the frontline, surely the Divine Land Corps will charge, it's an opportunity for victory.

Mu Jingliang firmly believed that the Divine Land Corps could seize this precious chance.

This slaughter within the Yangxiang Race has a far greater impact than expected.

"You deserve to die!"

Rumble!

Above their heads, a dark vortex suddenly appeared, from which stretched out a black hand, as vast as covering the sky.

Then, in front of the three, appeared a pitch-black spear, massive like a bridge, with dark poison gas spreading on it.

Under their feet, a ferocious beast materialized from Qi and Blood also tried to tear them apart.

This was a joint attack from the Ninth-Grade Divine Envoys, they unleashed their strongest battle technique.

This was already their limit of distance for the attack.

No nonsense.

No trash talk.

Their aim was to dismember the intruders without delay.

"Prosperous Yangxiang Race, farewell."

Su Yue took a deep breath.

With Mu Jingliang's help, the heads were all packed into the Beast Selection Pocket.

Even though the three collisions were almost at their faces, it no longer mattered.

The shadows of Su Yue and the other two were still above the Yangxiang Race, but their bodies were already in the void of the Triple Gate.

With the shattering of the main gate of the Folding Gate, the teleportation point here would completely disappear.

Before leaving.

Su Yue took a reluctant glance at the Yangxiang Race city.

The Banner Garrison Camp was bombarded until it fell apart, completely uprooted.

In the distance, there were seven or eight more garrison camps.

All the Yangxiang Race members from these camps came out, staring dumbfoundedly as the three of them departed.

Suddenly.

In the center of the Tree Banner Garrison Camp, atop the tent of the Camp General, Su Yue saw something familiar.

Yes!

The last piece of the Moon Nether True Scripture.

Yes!

Although it was already a bit mottled, Su Yue was familiar with the material, after all, he had comprehended it not long ago.

Who would have thought, the last piece of the Moon Nether True Scripture stolen from West Martial, would be in the Tree Banner Garrison Camp, and even serve as a decoration on the Camp General's tent door, subject to wind and rain.

Damn!

Su Yue's heart raced.

Why didn't they attack the Tree Banner Garrison Camp, then I could have taken that door plank.

It was right next door.

I'm so furious.

Mu Jingliang hadn't even noticed the situation with the door plank.

He was too focused, defending against other Divine Envoys' bombardment, with no energy left to observe the garrison camps.

Su Yue was the weakest, ironically, he was the most idle.

Of course, in Mu Jingliang's mind, the last piece of the Moon Nether True Scripture had been stolen many years ago, they thought it should be with the Supreme Elder of the Yangxiang Race or already destroyed, never expecting it to be in a small garrison camp.

"No, I must return to the Yangxiang Race, I must take that plank."

Su Yue vowed with red eyes.

He didn't tell Mu Jingliang because without the teleportation gate in the future, with Mu Jingliang's ability, he would surely be blocked by the Yangxiang Race, almost impossible to break into the Yangxiang Race.

Moreover, Su Yue had already decided, next time he comes to the Yangxiang Race, he might need to assume a different role.

Snatching is not an option.

It can only be done with strategy.

...

Rumble!

The Divine Envoys' bombardment finally fell, but regrettably, they only destroyed three afterimages.

The next blink, Su Yue and the others appeared at the Jiang Line Jungle transit station.

The main gate could still be used one last time.

Without a word, Su Yue once again transported the three back to Zhiwu.

No reason to waste, otherwise it's a waste.

The group at Jiang Line Jungle were still nervously waiting for Mu Jingliang and the others, but as the three appeared for an instant, they disappeared once more.

Had it not been for the pungent scent of blood left at the scene, people would have thought they were seeing things.

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