Lin Xuan, accompanied by two hundred venerables, left Wind-Seeking City, not returning directly to Immortal Martial Academy, but headed to Flying Tiger City instead.
Flying Tiger City and Qingyan City were originally controlled by the Green and Red Association, recently captured by Lin Xuan.
The opponent certainly wouldn’t take this lying down, and he ca this ti to resolve the issue.
The gathering of two hundred venerables caused a massive stir; countless martial artists in Flying Tiger City stared in horror at the scene, unable to resist the urge to kneel.
At this mont, within Flying Tiger City, Nangong Sheng and Ma Rulong, among others, quickly ca out, shouting excitedly as they saw the figures above, "Brother Xuan!"
"Brother Ma, Brother Nangong, long ti no see! How have you been?" Lin Xuan greeted them with a smile.
He had sent people to bring these two back from the Sand Domain previously, and they had stayed in Flying Tiger City for a while now.
According to Lin Xuan’s thinking, the Sand Domain was too remote, whereas developing in the Blood Domain would be better.
Moreover, he wanted to move the Fighting Arena from the Sand Domain and establish it here in the Blood Domain, so he brought Nangong Sheng and Ma Rulong here.
Nangong Sheng and Ma Rulong estimated that Green and Red Association mbers would co in the next few days.
"In just these few days? Alright, I’ll stay here for those few days," Lin Xuan said casually, then settled with the two hundred people in Flying Tiger City.
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The Green and Red Association mbers were very angry. Their two cities had been seized? That was utterly disrespectful! Provoking them, huh!
The Green and Red Association had never faced such a situation before, but because of the previous Wanxiang Auction event, they hadn’t taken imdiate action and waited until now.
Soon, the Green and Red Association dispatched an elite force, led by five Third Level Venerables, accompanied by twenty Second Level Venerables, and countless gang mbers.
A grand group started marching toward Flying Tiger City, determined to reclaim the cities.
This force was already extrely terrifying. In their view, crushing the opponent would be as easy as pie.
The Red Flower Envoy was the leader of this operation and also a Third Level Venerable, possessing formidable strength.
He was deeply enraged that soone dared to snatch Flying Tiger City, and he let out a cold laugh in his heart, determined to utterly obliterate the opponent this ti, showing everyone that the Green and Red Association was not to be trifled with.
After a long journey, the Red Flower Envoy and his people finally arrived at Flying Tiger City.
Gazing at the city below, the Red Flower Envoy flashed a cold smile, then gathered his Spiritual Power and shouted loudly.
"Who dares, with such audacity, oppose our Green and Red Association? Co out now and et your death!"
This voice carried the pressure of a Third Level Venerable, mighty and overwhelming, rushing downward.
He sneered inwardly, as the highest cultivation among the martial artists in Flying Tiger City was just a Second Level Venerable, making a Third Level Venerable a dominant presence here.
That roar might even frighten the opponent to death!
Upon hearing this terrifying voice, the martial artists inside the city trembled, but their expressions were strangely odd.
There was even a hint of sympathy in their expressions.
For they had witnessed firsthand, just a few days ago, two hundred venerables descending, a terrifying spectacle they would never forget in their lifeti.
The terrifying sound rolled like Thunder, yet there was no change below, not even anyone coming out.
Seeing this, the Red Flower Envoy’s face turned sullen; he snorted coldly, preparing to attack with his n, when a calm voice floated over.
"You are with the Green and Red Association? And only just a few?" This voice sounded ethereal, tinged with disdain.
"Just a few people?"
The Red Flower Envoy froze, having brought nearly sixty people, including five Third Level Venerables, twenty Second Level Venerables, and other Venerables and Spirit Communication Realm gang mbers.
This force was absolutely terrifying; capturing Flying Tiger City was a re trifle!
The Red Flower Envoy felt that just deploying one Third Level Venerable would suffice for a swift capture. They sent so many people this ti to demonstrate the strong power of the Green and Red Association, a power not to be challenged!
Yet now they were being called small in numbers? How could they tolerate this?
"Don’t know what’s good for you! Old Three, go down and kill them all!" the Red Flower Envoy coldly ordered.
Soon, a lean middle-aged man stepped forward, exuding the aura of a Third Layer Heaven Venerable, sharp and fierce.
This middle-aged man sneered as he quickly charged downward.
The Red Flower Envoy and others waited with cold smiles, believing it would just take a few breaths to deal with the people below.
Bang!
Suddenly, a deep sound rang out, followed by a black shadow flying backward like a football.
A richly blood-splattered path accompanying its flight, extrely eye-catching.
"Old Three? How is this possible!"
The Green and Red Association mbers froze, while the Red Flower Envoy scread in disbelief, not expecting their own person to be hurt and knocked back.
But how was this possible? Old Three was a Third Level Venerable, extrely powerful; even fellow martial artists of the sa level couldn’t injure him instantly.
Who was below? They seed so terrifying! Could it be a Fourth-level Venerable?
The Red Flower Envoy was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but quickly rejected the thought; if there were truly a Fourth-level Venerable, re pressure should have dealt with them.
The Red Flower Envoy’s face was grim; he spoke with a stern voice, "Everyone, listen up! Follow and charge!"
He was truly angry; his people were beaten in front of so many, undeniably a disgrace to Green and Red Association!
They ca here to reclaim the honor, so without any hesitation, the Red Flower Envoy led his martial artists charging downward.
Buzz!
The Void was rcilessly torn apart, terrifying energy surging, causing martial artists below to tremble and flee.
The injured Old Three followed among them, with a very unpleasant expression, as he had failed to see his opponent before being struck by a colossal force.
Too aggrieved! As a Third Level Venerable, he had never encountered such a situation before, so this ti he joined the large force downward to definitely avenge himself.
"More people? Can you keep up?" That disdainful voice echoed again.
Soon, a terrifying energy erupted, like a volcanic eruption, suddenly bursting forth, transforming into vast waves rolling toward the Green and Red Association mbers.
Bang!
The collision was earth-shaking; the entire Void was engulfed, raging currents blew away surrounding structures.
The next mont, the faces of the Red Flower Envoy and the Green and Red Association mbers dramatically changed, feeling what surged toward them wasn’t airflow, but an Ancient Demon Mountain!
It was too terrifying, brutally crashing onto them! They could not resist the massive force.
Bang!
The next mont, all the Green and Red Association’s martial artists vomited blood, flying backward.
"What? That’s impossible!"
The Red Flower Envoy flew back hundreds of ters before stabilizing, utterly shocked.
He was going mad, truly mad! He brought so many, enough to crush everything, yet now they were ruthlessly repelled.
Faced with such imnse power, they were utterly powerless.
He hadn’t even clearly seen who the opponent was!
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