As the departure approached, the mysterious powerhouses who appeared at Sun Moon Lake were still locked in a colossal battle with Xieyun Shengzun and Mo Hong Zhundi.
The entire Sun Moon Lake was on the verge of collapse from their earth-shattering combat.
Jiang Li was quite curious about how the fight over there had concluded.
However, judging from the recent developments reported by Chu Feng, the battlefield there was likely not very optimistic.
It was probable that neither Chu Feng nor Xieyun Shengzun would face mortal danger.
"Young Master, our Holy Land disciples sent a message not long ago. The battle at Sun Moon Lake has ended. That mysterious powerhouse from Sun Moon Lake seems to be the Howling Moon Divine General under the ancient Great Sun Moon Emperor!"
"After three days of fierce fighting, the entire Sun Moon Lake has been utterly destroyed. The Northern Plains no longer have a Sun Moon Lake. The dark race's Mo Hong Zhundi was killed by the Howling Moon Divine General, and Xieyun Shengzun, severely wounded, fled from Sun Moon Lake!"
Tang Yuning continued, relaying everything she knew to Jiang Li.
Xieyun Shengzun was not dead, but Mo Hong Zhundi was... Jiang Li's mouth twitched slightly.
He knew that Mo Hong Zhundi had come for the Immortal Spirit Dao Crystal and was an extremely powerful individual. However, compared to top-tier powerhouses like Xieyun Shengzun and the Howling Moon Divine General, he was still significantly weaker.
Still, the fact that the entire Sun Moon Lake was obliterated clearly indicated that the battle between those few was terrifyingly intense.
The destructive power of their fight far surpassed Jiang Li's current capabilities.
"Have your senior brothers already departed for Tianxing Sea?" Jiang Li continued to inquire.
Qiankun Holy Land had also heeded the call of the 'Zhu Xie Ling' (Demon Extermination Order) and headed to Tianxing Sea to intercept the Xie Ling race.
It wasn't just Qiankun Holy Land; many other forces in the Northern Plains had done the same.
"Yes, Young Master. My senior brothers have arrived at Tianxing Sea and are currently battling the Xie Ling race!" Tang Yuning's eyes flickered with a trace of worry as she continued.
"Your senior brother's strength is considerable. He should not encounter too many problems on the battlefield of Tianxing Sea!" Jiang Li gently stroked Tang Yuning's hair, offering comfort.
Ye Xingwen was a top prodigy of Qiankun Holy Land, possessing exceptional strength and talent, and having reached the Supreme realm. He should not face significant issues in Tianxing Sea.
Moreover, Jiang Li had previously viewed Ye Xingwen's life script and found no information indicating his demise in Tianxing Sea.
Tang Yuning nodded, and the two of them, led by the flying boat, continued to speed towards the location of Taixuan Holy Land.
Upon his return, Jiang Li had already received news from Shimo Sect that they had incorporated Taixuan Holy Land.
Therefore, Jiang Li intended to visit Taixuan Holy Land first before returning to Huangquan Demon Sect.
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Taixuan Holy Land.
High above the towering mountain range, clouds and mist swirled, and a chilling wind blew all around.
At the summit of the mountain range, a vast training ground could be found. Within the training ground, a young man dressed in a purple-gold robe, handsome and distinguished with an outstanding aura, was engaged in a fierce duel with Ye Wushang, the Divine Son of Shimo Sect.
While described as a fierce duel, the scene was one of unilateral suppression.
Ye Wushang unleashed terrifying starlight energy, as if intending to obliterate everything. However, he couldn't even stir the hem of the young man's robe.
Conversely, a casual wave of spiritual energy from the young man, who moved with ease, forced Ye Wushang to exert all his might to resist.
After the intense spiritual energy impact, Ye Wushang was in a sorry state, his spiritual armor shattered, and blood flowing from his body.
Around the training ground, many disciples of Shimo Sect watched the battle with clenched teeth and indignant expressions.
"Damn it, the gap in strength is too vast. How can the Divine Son of Chaos Holy Land be this powerful..."
"Indeed. Even though they are suppressed to the same realm, the difference between our Divine Son and him is still too great..."
"If only Saint Son Jiang Li were here, perhaps Saint Son Jiang Li could..."
"No, the strength of this Chaos Holy Land Divine Son is too terrifying. Even if Saint Son Jiang Li came, he would likely be comprehensively suppressed. The Chaos Immortal Physique is too potent, a peerless physique of all ages..."
...
As they watched the fight in the training ground, the crowd discussed with evident apprehension.
It turned out that the other young man in the training ground was Xiao Yun, the Divine Son of Chaos Holy Land.
Xiao Yun had been invited by the Zhou family, who possessed the Primal Demonic Body, to Shimo Sect, to suppress their prodigies and to stretch his muscles.
On the other side of the mountain range, many people from Chaos Holy Land and the Zhou family watched with fervent expressions.
Seeing the Divine Son of Shimo Sect being beaten like a dog, they erupted into enthusiastic cheers.
At the same time, their adoration for Xiao Yun grew even more fervent.
The fact that the Divine Son of Shimo Sect was defenseless against the Divine Son of Chaos Holy Land filled them with a sense of shared glory.
"Divine Maiden, we have no excessive demands. As long as your Shimo Sect's Jiang Li can go to the grave of our Tong'er to repent for three days and three nights, this matter will be considered settled!" At the edge of the training ground, Elder Zhou Lie Wu of the Zhou family spoke slowly, a cold glint in his eyes.
Not far from Zhou Lie Wu, Xia Qingying, dressed in a black dress, watched the battle in the training ground with a cold expression.
The fight in the training ground also sent shivers down Xia Qingying's spine.
"Repent? Originally, your Zhou family's Zhou Tong was a useless fellow who was killed by Jiang Li in a direct challenge. Why should Jiang Li repent? Besides, can your Zhou family truly withstand the repentance of our Shimo Sect's Saint Son?" Xia Qingying's cherry lips parted, her eyes sharp and cold.
Previously, Zhou Lie Wu had employed various means to pressure Shimo Sect into handing over Jiang Li, but all had been ignored.
Now, they had actually brought in the Divine Son of Chaos Holy Land to fight for them, which was something Xia Qingying had not anticipated.
"Since you are unwilling, then let His Highness Xiao Yun shatter all the arrogance of your Shimo Sect!" Zhou Lie Wu sneered and continued, "Oh, right, our His Highness Xiao Yun also said that if your Shimo Sect is not satisfied, all your Saint Sons can come together. He doesn't mind you either!"
After Zhou Lie Wu finished speaking, Xia Qingying involuntarily clenched her delicate fists. She hadn't expected the Zhou family to resort to such tactics.
Having the Divine Son of Chaos Holy Land fight for them, especially now when various factions were cooperating to resist the enemy. This Zhou family, under the guise of a sparring match, was using a highly humiliating approach.
Although there was no mortal danger, being so unilaterally suppressed was incredibly demeaning.
Furthermore, Xiao Yun's strength was outrageously high. Even if all the Saint Sons of their Shimo Sect fought together, Xia Qingying estimated they would still lose more than they won.
Besides, the idea of a group fighting one person was something their Shimo Sect could not afford to endure.
Xia Qingying's expression remained cold as she continued to watch the battle in the training ground, clinging to the hope that Ye Wushang had some powerful trump card to reverse the situation.
However, Xia Qingying was soon disappointed.
With a casual punch from Xiao Yun, Ye Wushang was sent flying out of the training ground like a dead dog, utterly incapable of resistance.
Seeing Ye Wushang's eventual defeat, the disciples of Shimo Sect surrounding the training ground fell into low spirits, their faces grim.
In contrast, the people from Chaos Holy Land and the Zhou family erupted in thunderous cheers.
Their gazes towards Xiao Yun were exceptionally fervent.
Xiao Yun appeared indifferent, as if he had accomplished a trivial task, and left the training ground.
However, his nonchalant demeanor only further incensed the disciples of Shimo Sect.
Even some disciples of Taixuan Holy Land felt a deep sense of humiliation.
After being incorporated into Shimo Sect, although they were now subordinates, Shimo Sect had imparted many top-tier cultivation techniques. Therefore, they naturally felt some sense of belonging to Shimo Sect.
"I will continue to wait here. If no disciples can entertain me, I will let your elders come forward!" Xiao Yun said casually as he descended from the training ground.
"This fellow is too arrogant. He even wants to fight our elders..."
"Indeed. No matter how strong he is, he's just a disciple. Challenging our Shimo Sect's elders is practically disregarding us..."
"Damn it, it's a pity that many powerful elders of our Shimo Sect have left, otherwise we'd really teach him a lesson..."
"Yeah, this guy really knows how to pick his timing..."
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