Shu Long inspected the guards' camp and saw that everyone was diligently training, revealing a hint of satisfaction. He knew their innate talents were poor, and only through diligent practice could they make up for their natural deficiencies.

  The guards were all former slaves, having experienced countless hardships, with a temperament that was unyieldingly resilient. They cherished the rare and hard-won opportunity they had been given, and no one dared to slack off in private. Shu Long was the oldest, and his temperament was also the most stable. Whatever demands Pu Yao made, no matter how harsh, he would find ways to urge everyone to complete them.

  After several months, the guards digested the benefits of the last breakthrough and their overall strength rose to another level. The black armor on each person's body became more exquisite, and its shape changed quietly. Different people's black armor had subtle differences, some were rough and some were slender and symmetrical. Just like how some people had boundless strength while others were agile and quick, after going through the initial stage of cultivation, they began to develop in different directions.

  This is the inevitable result of cultivating to the middle stage, any kind of mantra or magic will be like this.

  Shu Long, being close to the Water Tower, had the most opportunities to receive guidance from Pu Yao. His strength in the entire Wei Camp was unmatched by anyone. Although he hadn't compared himself with the top masters of Tian Feng Qu, people were secretly speculating that Shu Long's strength, although not reaching the realm of Xie Shan Ma Fan, should be close to Nian Lü Lei Peng's.

  Everyone underestimated him.

  The demonic cultivation is perilous, and with the slightest carelessness, one's life will be lost, and their soul will be extinguished. However, if one can overcome this hurdle, their progress will be rapid, far surpassing that of cultivators who refine their spirits or demons. Bundledragon has had a life of hardships and difficulties, and these experiences are like fertilizer for the "Suffering Guardian" demonic cultivation. The path of cultivation is like water flowing into a canal, advancing a thousand miles in a single day.

  Although he was strict in urging everyone to practice, his temperament was actually gentle and did not like to fight. Practicing demonic skills made him regain his youth, but his personality did not change, and the unique reserve of a middle-aged man was fully embodied in him.

  The garrison's camp was shaped like a crescent moon, almost encircling the entire camp.

  Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Shu Long's eyes, and he made a gesture to the camp guard beside him, then walked out of the camp. The outside of the camp was a dense thicket. His hearing was astonishing, and he heard movements in the thicket, as if many people were approaching this way.

  Dozens of guards and attendants close to him followed closely behind.

  The expressions of the guards were vigilant but not tense, calm and composed. Having gone through that battle in Jinwu City, especially such a perilous one, their progress was evident.

  The sound from the jungle was getting clearer and clearer, this time not only could Shu Long hear it, but also other guards were able to perceive it. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the jungle, waiting for the unexpected guest to appear.

  Splash! A man covered in blood emerged from the jungle.

  Shu Long was somewhat surprised, but when he saw the person's face clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.

  "Ah Wen!"

  The guards beside him couldn't help but cry out in surprise at the sight of the approaching figure.

  The blood-soaked figure heard the exclamation from this side, his body trembled, and he vaguely raised his head.

  "Ah Wen, heavens, is it really you?"

  "Ah Wen, you're still alive!"

  The crowd was in an uproar, and they all recognized the blood-soaked young man. The young man's eyes were dazed, and the group of people wearing black armor in front of him, although unfamiliar, gave him a vaguely familiar feeling.

  "Wait a moment, Tianmu, take Awen to the back, others, prepare to meet the enemy!" Shu Long's voice was calm and composed, his handsome face was undisturbed, only in the depths of his eyes, a flash of cold light flickered.

  The young man's body shook when he heard the name "Tianmu". He looked up at the black-armored warrior who appeared in front of him: "Tianmu, Big Brother Tianmu?"

  Tianmu smiled with a hint of murderous intent: "Xiao Aweng, who bullied you? Big brother will help you beat them up!"

  The familiar voice and tone made the young man certain that the stranger in front of him was indeed Tianmu. The exhausted young man fainted into Tianmu's arms.

  No one spoke, but a wisp of black air emerged from the black armor of the crowd, entwining their legs, elbows and wrists. As they gazed at Avin's miserable state, each person felt as if there was a raging fire burning in their heart.

  Only Dragon Bind, motionless, without a hint of murderous intent revealed on his body.

  Whoosh! A group of female cultivators rushed out from the jungle, and at the same time, another group of female cultivators swooped down from the sky.

  The leader of the group of female cultivators saw Bundragon and his party, and a look of vigilance appeared in her eyes. However, when they saw Ah Wen in Tianmu's arms, a fierce glint flashed across their eyes, and they coldly said: "Who are you, why did you take away our escaped slave cultivator?"

  When he saw the woman, the killing intent in Bundragon's heart could no longer be restrained. Countless black auras, like flames, suddenly burst out of his body and enveloped him entirely.

  He recognizes this face!

  Bai Rufeng, originally in charge of the female slaves under Xiu Nu's command, had the most violent temper among them. Whenever something didn't go her way, she would take it out on Xiu Nu and the companions around Zhu Long, with no less than fifty people dying at her hands.

  "Kill!"

  Shu Long's cold voice disappeared into thin air, and his figure also vanished from where he was standing.

  The female disciples of Baihua Alliance never thought that the other party would not even greet them, but directly attack. Caught off guard, they immediately fell into a disadvantageous position.

  It's not just Shu Long, other camp guards also recognized the origin of the female cultivators in front of them, their eyes turned red with killing intent.

  Suddenly, a black figure appeared beside Bai Rufeng, like a ghost, with his right hand slanting down, a black blade, like a knife edge, slashing towards Bai Rufeng's snowy white neck. At the same time, his toes shot out a wisp of black air, silently rolling towards the opponent's right leg.

  Bai Rufeng's face lost color, the opponent's first move was a fatal blow, without any room for mercy. In her panic, she flung out several snow-white plum blossom sword tips from her hand to protect herself in front.

  But the opponent was too fast and crashed into the sword's edge. Bai Rufeng's heart was delighted, but when she saw the plum blossom sword piercing through the opponent's body, her face turned pale white.

  No, it's just an afterimage!

  Her feet suddenly felt a sharp pain, she didn't even have time to let out a miserable cry, her neck hurt and suddenly everything in front of her was spinning, then, she saw a headless body, constantly spurting out fresh blood.

  The cries of agony were endless, and the female cultivators of the Hundred Flowers Alliance had never experienced such a bloody and brutal scene in their daily lives. Terrified, they lost their lives.

  In an instant, corpses littered the fields!

  The cultivators of the Hundred Flowers Alliance in the sky were all pale-faced, and many people lost control and screamed hysterically as they fled wildly.

  Shu Long looked up at the sky, picked up a stone from the ground, arched his body like a bow, and threw the stone with force.

  Ouch!

  A deafening whistling sound suddenly rang out, a stone pierced through a female cultivator, passing through her chest, and splashing blood flowers all over the sky.

  The nun was so frightened that she even forgot to urge on her spirit armor.

  The stone hit the dragon, and the others fled even more desperately.

  Shu Long held back his companions who were about to chase after him. The "Kui Wei" magic was powerful, but it also had its weaknesses, which was that it was not good at flying. This weakness would only be eliminated when they reached a higher realm.

  Returning to the camp, Shu Long's first thing was to report this matter to Zuo Mo. He knew that this matter was of great importance and that they had seriously offended the Hundred Flowers Alliance this time, which could very likely lead to war with the Hundred Flowers Alliance.

  Zuo Mo listened to Zhu Long's report and didn't blame him, but instead asked: "Is anyone else still alive?"

  "There is one."

  "Go and investigate immediately where the Hundred Flowers Alliance is located." Zuo Mo's expression was serious: "Take the initiative to attack, can't give them time to react. Otherwise, we will be in danger."

  Long was shocked, originally he thought the boss would blame them, but unexpectedly the boss not only didn't blame them, instead immediately decided to take the initiative to attack. He pursed his lips and immediately turned around to leave.

  Gongsun Cha shook his head: "This is going to be a big trouble."

  So many of them appeared in Ming Shui City, and the local forces in Ming Shui City were already on high alert against them. Now that they have conflicts with the Hundred Flowers Alliance, the situation is quite unfavorable for them.

  "There's nothing much, as long as we don't give them time, a quick battle and quick decision, we can safely leave before others react." Zuo Mo didn't care.

  "Aren't you angry with them?" Gong Sun Chi asked somewhat curiously, his master's decisiveness today was a bit beyond his expectation.

  "No wonder." Zuo Mo shook his head, matter-of-factly saying: "Zhu Long and the others are our people. They have a blood feud with the Hundred Flowers Alliance, who should we help? Of course, we'll help Zhu Long. Besides, this affair, the fault wasn't with Zhu Long and the others from the start. If it were me, I would've directly killed my way into the Hundred Flowers Alliance. However, heh heh, it's not too late now!"

  The camp quickly started operating, with no one panicking, and even the cultivators from the Alchemy Department were calm and composed. From the beginning of their stay, everyone knew that this was only a temporary residence, and most things were still on the slave ship, without being unloaded, saving a lot of effort.

  An hour later, everyone boarded the slave ship.

  Five slave ships slowly rose into the sky and flew towards the southeast direction of Ming Water City.

  They couldn't fool the local powers' eyes with such a big commotion, and Zuo Mo didn't plan to fool them either. His idea was simple: end the battle as quickly as possible! The hatred between them and the Hundred Flowers Alliance could not be resolved. A power like the Hundred Flowers Alliance that had deep roots in the area would be able to muster a formidable force if given enough time.

  To other forces, they were the outsiders.

  Zuo Mo showed a leader's decisiveness, without any hesitation, he immediately decided to take the initiative to attack the Hundred Flowers Alliance.

  Su Yue's face sank like water as she listened to the report from below. She never could have imagined that this mysterious force would be so arrogant. They didn't even give them a chance to speak before taking action, as if they had some deep-seated hatred for them.

  She could never have guessed that the entire Wei camp was made up of slaves they had transported to Xiaoshan Boundary.

  Both sides have reached this point, and there is no room for negotiation.

  Although she was wary of this mysterious team, she wasn't afraid. As one of the major powers in the Tian Shui realm, how could the Hundred Flowers Alliance tolerate such disrespect?

  "There are several elders inside?" She turned her face and asked her trusted disciple beside her.

  "Wang Zonglao, Mei Zonglao and Xiao Zonglao are all here." The disciple immediately replied.

  "Please invite them to discuss matters, you go and invite them personally."