Liu Yuanhao was about to explain something.
Lin Hengtian waved his hand, signaling Liu Yuanhao to stay silent.
Then he turned to the disciples of the Tianxing Pavilion behind him and commanded, "Let's go."
"But... Pavilion Master..."
Elder Wang Qiong of the Tianxing Pavilion was somewhat unwilling to hear Lin Hengtian's words.
He wanted to say something but was intimidated by Lin Hengtian's furious glare.
He could only swallow his words.
As Lin Hengtian walked past Liu Yuanhao, he left a cold remark: "Liu Yuanhao, your Four Symbols Academy should fend for yourselves!"
With that, he led the people of Tianxing Pavilion away, and the entire street returned to its usual tranquility.
Liu Yuanhao and the others breathed a sigh of relief as they watched Lin Hengtian's retreating back.
With Dean Daoyuanming missing, the Four Symbols Academy was now just an empty shell.
If other forces knew that the Four Symbols Academy lacked a Heavenly Sovereign realm expert.
It would be incredibly easy for them to deal with the Four Symbols Academy.
Liu Yuanhao sighed, knowing that the Four Symbols Academy's situation was dire.
"Since Brother Xin Ci has returned to the Four Symbols Academy team, then Xuan should take his leave."
Xuan Kong smiled and said, then bid farewell to Mu Qingqing and the others before leaving.
"Brother Xuan Kong, safe travels. The next time we meet, it will probably be at the Eastern Continent Grand Competition. I won't go easy on you then."
Mu Qingqing smiled slightly, her face beaming with a brilliant smile.
"Haha, I'm looking forward to it."
Xuan Kong chuckled and turned to leave.
Watching Xuan Kong's retreating back, Liu Mu Ming sidled up and asked with a gossipy expression, "Little Xin Xin, what's your relationship with this guy? You were chatting so happily with him?"
Mu Qingqing rolled her eyes at Liu Mu Ming.
She pointed to a woman behind him who was about to erupt and said, "You should worry about yourself. I see your fiancée is very angry. You'd better be careful."
Liu Mu Ming glanced back at Bai Ting behind him.
Bai Ting's pretty face, which had been gloomy, had turned incredibly grim. Her eyes were filled with rage, as if she wanted to devour Liu Mu Ming.
Liu Mu Ming shivered. He quickly averted his gaze and then chuckled sheepishly, "I have an urgent matter, so I'll take my leave. Goodbye."
He then ran off quickly.
Watching him hurry away, Mu Qingyan covered her mouth and snickered.
"You stinky Liu Mu Ming, stop right there!"
Bai Ting glared in the direction Liu Mu Ming had left and chased after him.
Hearing Bai Ting's shouts, Liu Mu Ming sped up, running even faster.
"Help! The she-devil is going to kill someone!"
Liu Mu Ming cried out in his heart, not wanting to die at Bai Ting's hands.
Seeing Liu Mu Ming run faster than a rabbit, Bai Ting became even angrier.
"You scoundrel! Liu Mu Ming, you disgusting pervert, how dare you flirt with men!"
Bai Ting's furious roar echoed through the street, drawing the attention of passersby.
She simply couldn't understand why Liu Mu Ming always ignored her, his fiancée, and instead showed ambiguous behavior towards Xin Ci.
She couldn't fathom it; was her charm as a woman inferior to that of Xin Ci, a man?
The more Bai Ting thought about it, the more indignant she became. She felt it was all Liu Mu Ming's fault, that scoundrel.
She wished she could grab Liu Mu Ming immediately and beat him soundly.
Liu Yuanhao watched from the side and shook his head helplessly. He muttered to himself, "These young people, sigh..."
It seemed he was still very worried about the Eastern Continent Grand Competition.
...
The Thunder Mountain Range, shrouded in mist, with clouds rolling on the mountainside, as if thunder and lightning were churning.
Here stood a massive complex of palaces, the residence of the Southern Cloud Family, an reclusive family in the Eastern Continent.
Inside the palace, in a spacious room.
Thunder and lightning intertwined, flashing continuously.
In the center of the room, a man sat cross-legged, his muscles bulging.
Streams of lightning converged outside his body, forming an electrical shield, and he exuded a formidable aura.
*Puchi!*
Nan Yun Ting suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He slowly opened his eyes, his face contorted.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn Ji Yuan Long, I'll remember this debt. I will make you die miserably."
Ever since he was defeated by Ji Yuan Long, Ji Yuan Long had become his inner demon.
Without avenging his defeat, he could not break through to the King realm.
The Southern Cloud Family had once been glorious for a period tens of thousands of years ago.
At that time,
At that time, their Southern Cloud Family had produced an Emperor-level expert, and was one of the five great families of the Central Continent.
However, after the Thunder Emperor's demise, the Southern Cloud Family gradually weakened.
They were even removed from the five great families of the Central Continent, causing the Southern Cloud Family to lose its competitiveness in the Central Continent and be forced to migrate to the Eastern Continent.
The family had finally produced a peerless prodigy like him, who had broken through to the Half-King realm before the age of sixteen. Unexpectedly, he encountered such a devastating blow.
Nan Yun Ting harbored deep resentment towards Ji Yuan Long.
He vowed inwardly that he would find an opportunity to take revenge.
"Ji Yuan Long, just you wait. I will kill you at the Eastern Continent Grand Competition."
Nan Yun Ting swore in his heart, clenching his fists tightly, his bones making cracking sounds.
At the same time, atop the snow-capped mountains.
A woman in white stood with her hands behind her back on the peak of the snow-capped mountain, gazing into the distance, as if looking at something.
"I wonder if there will be any surprises at this Eastern Continent Grand Competition!"
The snow mountain woman murmured softly, a faint smile on her face.
She was none other than the Saintess of the Snow Cold Palace, Xue Qianwu.
Haoxing City.
On a street bustling with people, a white-haired woman, in tattered clothes and completely wrapped in bandages, walked down the road.
Her pace was very slow, and she tightly clutched a wooden rope in her hand.
On her back, she carried an item resembling a mummy, bound by ropes. Her steps were unsteady, as if she could collapse at any moment.
Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were vacant.
She wandered the streets like this, and passersby all avoided her.
Like a lonely ghost walking through the streets, she drew gasps of astonishment wherever she went.
"Why does this person look neither human nor ghost!"
"Yeah!"
"Looking at her gives me a chilling feeling."
"But seeing all the bandages, she seems to be in quite a bit of trouble."
...
Everyone stopped to discuss, some with sympathy, others with curiosity and investigation.
The woman seemed not to hear the surrounding chatter, continuing to move forward on her own.
Her eyes were hollow and dull, like a living corpse.
As she walked, she muttered to herself in a low voice.
"Four great families, you wait. The revenge of the Puppet Sect will be repaid."
"After the Eastern Continent Grand Competition ends, I will definitely return to seek revenge from you!"
Her voice grew quieter and quieter, eventually dissipating in the wind.
All parties were filled with anticipation for this Eastern Continent Grand Competition, especially the younger generation of experts, who were filled with excitement and eagerness.
The Eastern Continent Grand Competition was related to the honor and status of a sect, and it was a manifestation of the strength of sects and families.