"Do you still think he was just lucky now?"
Liu Qinglin sneered twice, looking at Bei Hanwu with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Fifteen Mahayana stage cultivators, Wan Lei killed six. Who can guarantee that you or I won't be the next to die?
Bei Hanwu, you and I are both at the middle-stage initial-level of Mahayana. We are inferior to the Lord of Nanmu, the Star Lord Li Yu, and the Mad Demon Lord. Do you think if you and I encounter Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu alone, who will survive?"
Upon hearing this, Bei Hanwu also put away his weapon and lowered his head in silence, his thoughts racing.
"If this child is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat in the future!"
"A threat to you as well. Your family almost annihilated the Wan family back then. You have an irreconcilable blood feud with the Wan family. Naturally, he won't let you go. But what does that have to do with me?"
"What does it have to do with you? Old thief, can't you see it yet? Wan Lei killed every Mahayana stage cultivator he encountered. He is clearly killing everyone to build his reputation with our heads.
When the time comes, he just needs to stand at the Great Wall. What do you say, will you go or not? Even if you by chance kill a Mahayana stage cultivator, can Wan Lei let you go?
Your head, your magic treasures, your reputation, are all within his grasp.
Old Bei, let's stop fighting. Let's join forces. For self-preservation, and to leave this damned place, we must all unite to kill Wan Lei and seize his six heads!"
"Unite... Even if you can contact everyone else, can you unite Qu Ya of the Yin Yang Sect, Chen Yijun of the Kui Lian Sect, and Fang Ju Feng of the Fang family?
Don't forget, Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu have very good relationships with these three families. Fang Xiaoyu is originally from the Fang family."
"That's precisely why we need to unite more. If those two, plus the three you mentioned, join forces, none of us will have any chance of survival.
I can contact people from other families. I believe they are also afraid of Wan Lei killing them and afraid of Wan Lei rising to power and destroying their families in the future. They are not unreasonable people.
Of the six major families, Huo Liuli is already dead. The Fang family is unlikely. I am here, and it is too easy to contact and unite the other three families.
Can you contact Venerable Yunxiao?"
"Yes."
"Good, then we will unite, gather together, and first kill the Mahayana stage cultivators of the Yin Yang Sect, Kui Lian Sect, and Fang family one by one to weaken Wan Lei's strength. Then, we will deal with that little thief Wan Lei!"
"Yes, first contact the others, and then investigate the locations of those three Mahayana cultivators."
"Mm."
"Protect this young master well. There are plenty of pills. I am an alchemist. Ahead is the Wan Lei tribe. You've heard of Wan Lei, right? Yes, yes, that's the one who has been reported to be killing Mahayana cultivators. That kid is my brother. He has six Mahayana cultivator heads. I guarantee he can take us back to the Great Wall."
Sui Xiaohang was riding a tall and majestic sacred beast, feeling comfortable and at ease. Beside him were attendants, serving him tea and water, as if he were in a royal palace.
Behind him were over a thousand warriors and people of all ages. Those people looked at Sui Xiaohang with extreme admiration.
During this time, their tribe had managed to travel all the way from the north to their current location, all thanks to Sui Xiaohang's storage bag, which seemed to be a cornucopia.
Sui Xiaohang's storage bag seemed to contain an endless supply of pills, and he even bragged that his pills were enough for everyone in the Land of Destiny to use.
"Come, get up here, come and rub my shoulders."
Sui Xiaohang pulled up a maid, making her sit behind him. Her soft and boneless little hands pressed on his shoulders. Tsk, tsk, it felt so comfortable.
"I've been riding the sacred beast all the way, and it's exhausted this young master."
The maid behind him pouted. Others who walked for months on their own two legs didn't complain about being tired, yet this Master Sui hadn't walked a single step, being served all the way, and still had the audacity to say he was tired.
"Alas, fortunately, I didn't bring my wife in this time, otherwise, how could I enjoy myself like this...
Bah, bah, bah, fortunately, I didn't bring my wife. It's too dangerous here. If anything happened to her, I would be heartbroken. Well, I am indeed a good husband who dotes on his wife."
Good husband Sui Xiaohang pointed to a large snake coiled ahead.
"Look, you see that? That's Young Master Lei."
"Where is that damned Wan Lei? Why doesn't he fly up so I can see him?"
Qian Duoduo sighed, looking at the crowd behind him. He had managed to gather quite a few disciples from the Yin Yang Sect, but it was useless. He couldn't find Wan Lei, nor could he find the Mahayana stage elder Qu Ya.
"Can you stop babbling? You're so annoying. Didn't you say before you came that you wouldn't team up with Wan Lei, and that Wan Lei's bad luck would affect you? Why are you begging him now?"
Yue Lingxi sneered, giving Qian Duoduo a look of disdain.
"Get lost! Who's begging him? I'm just pitying him and going to help him.
Alas, where are you, my little slave? Big brother misses you so much it's breaking my heart."
"My lord, can you really lead us to find Mahayana cultivator heads?"
"Nonsense, I myself am a middle-stage Mahayana cultivator. As long as I encounter another one, killing him won't be difficult. If that's not enough, I can go find Wan Lei and buy one from him. That should work, right?"
Bah, bah, bah, what do you mean buy? This kid is my Fang family's son-in-law. If he dares not to give them, let's see how I'll deal with him."
The handsome and distinguished Mahayana cultivator Fang Jufeng glanced back at the long line behind him, feeling a bit annoyed.
"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up! With such a long line, we wouldn't even have time to assemble if we were ambushed. You good-for-nothings, assemble!"
"Uncle Jufeng, are you sure he'll give them to you if you ask Wan Lei?"
A young descendant of the Fang family followed behind Fang Jufeng, looking full of suspicion and disbelief.
"He dares not to give them?"
"I think, given Wan Lei's rumored temper, he's very likely to extort a price from you. Don't forget the clan leader's reminder."
"Big brother's reminder?"
Fang Jufeng pondered for a moment, recalling the reminders from his elder brother Fang Huifeng and his nephew Fang Guyu and niece Fang Hanlu before he left.
Absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely do not say a word more to that person named Wan Lei, otherwise, you risk being angered to death. If you must speak, then do not put on airs, and leave quickly after speaking to avoid being scammed.
But despite the reminders, Fang Jufeng didn't take them too seriously.
No matter how arrogant Wan Lei is, doesn't he have Xiaoyu by his side? What can he do to me?
Back then, Fang Hanlu thought the same way.
"No matter what the clan leader reminds me, when I get there, I'll discipline that kid first. Don't think he's so great just because he killed a Mahayana cultivator with Nascent Soul cultivation. Does he dare to kill me?"