On the dark and vast mountain, torches crackled with flames, as tens of thousands of soldiers all gazed at that seventeen-year-old youth.

  "I'll follow Qing Shan from now on, betraying and returning to the Yuan Zong!"

  It seems to be a great reversal, but the many innate strongmen present are very clear about what choice Teng Qing Shan made! If Teng Qing Shan wants to protect himself, the 3,000 Black Armor Army is enough to hold back many innate strongmen. Zhuge Yuan Hong absolutely has the possibility of taking Teng Qing Shan and escaping from this place.

  That would also put Gu Yuanzong in a precarious position.

  But now... With one sentence "Betray and return to the Yuan Zong", and another sentence "No longer have any relationship", others had no excuse to deal with Yuan Zong. However, Teng Qing Shan himself fell into absolute crisis. Alone, he faced a large group of innate experts, like a small sheep trapped in a pack of wolves.

  "Qing Shan... Master, I'm sorry." Zhuge Yuanhong said silently in his heart, he painfully closed his eyes and didn't speak.

  "What a bold move!" Zeng Haojiang of the Ying family exclaimed.

  "He's a man, dead or alive, let him die with dignity. Can't let the people of Qinghu Island torture him slowly." A rough and arrogant voice came from the direction of Sheyue Shen Shan's high-ranking expert.

  Hong Qing Shan's gaze swept over the large group of innate experts in front of him, a hint of an eerie smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

  "You, Qinghu Island, want to kill me." Teng Qingshan pointed at the five people from Qinghu Island. Gu Yong and several others had gloomy faces. If there weren't many powerful innate experts present, they would have made their move already. "Gu Yong, don't put on a sour face. Didn't you just lose eight Law Enforcement Elders? I think you will lose even more elders."

  "Hmph, still so arrogant even when death is near."

  Hong Qingshan shook his head and smiled.

  "Everyone in the Mani Temple also wants to get those two tripods." Teng Qing Shan walked up to a group of Arhats from the Mani Temple, who were all standing quietly and not speaking. "Not speaking, it seems that they have all acknowledged it. Wanting to obtain the two tripods 'North Sea's Spirit' is not something shameful."

  "The Ying Family, Shooting at Divine Mountain, Snow Eagle Sect, Hong Tian City."

  Teng Qing Shan walked step by step until he reached the front of Hong Tian City's high-ranking official.

  "You all want to get those two Tripod Cauldrons 'North Sea Spirit', tell me, who should I give them to? This is indeed a headache." Teng Qing Shan looked around at the crowd of people, but at this moment, the thousands of people around him were eerily silent. One by one, they stared at Teng Qing Shan, occasionally glancing at that group of innate experts.

  "Or you can guess the stones." Teng Qing Shan crouched down and picked up three stones from the ground.

  Many innate experts were taken aback.

  Guessing rocks?

  "In my two hands, I have a total of three small stones. Each of your sects will have one chance to guess. Guess how many stones are in my left hand and how many are in my right hand? Whoever guesses correctly will get the two tripods." Teng Qing Shan's mouth curled up into a playful smile, but this smile sent chills down people's spines.

  "What nonsense." Snow Eagle's words furrowed Wan Lao's brow.

  "Heng Qing Shan, stop making a fuss." The old monk with the long eyebrows said indifferently, snatching the two tripods. It's not like guessing stones can decide everything. As the strongest temple in Mo Ni, would they be willing to rely on luck?

  "It's really not interesting, no one wants to guess." Teng Qing stood up, "Let's announce the answer..."

  Teng Qing Shan's smile was radiant, his left and right hands almost simultaneously swung out in an instant.

  Three Phantom Kicks!

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  Three small stones, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound and visible spatial ripples, left behind three blurry afterimages as they traversed over thirty feet in an instant, enveloping the caught-off-guard and stunned "Gu Shiyou".

  Gu Yong's face changed greatly.

  However, he was more than ten zhang to the left of Teng Qing Mountain, while Gu Shiyou was more than thirty zhang in front and to the right of Teng Qing Mountain. Gu Yong and the others had no way to stop those three stones. With Teng Qing Mountain's hand strength, the three stones were like three cannonballs, blasting through space, amidst a terrifying scream...

  "No!" Gu Shiyou didn't even have time to escape, and there wasn't a single innate master around him.

  Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!

  Three bullets pierced Gu Shiying's left chest, abdomen and thigh, leaving three shocking blood holes, with fresh blood flowing out. Because they didn't pierce his skull, and due to Gu Shiying's vitality, he didn't die immediately.

  "For what? Why?" Gu Shi stared at Tan Qing Shan.

  A cold glint flashed across Hong Qing's eyes.

  At first, his father and others were taken away by Gu Shiyou's coercion. With Qingqing's death this time... Teng Qingshan had already sentenced Gu Shiyou to death in his heart!

  With a loud "boom", Gu Shiyou's body fell to the ground, and Teng Qing Shan still smiled lightly, pouting his mouth: "The answer to guessing the stone, I'm sure everyone knows. The answer is——" Teng Qing Shan raised his left and right hands, "I have zero stones in my left hand. Right hand, also zero stones!"

  "Teng Qing Shan, you're looking for death!"

  The gloomy and ferocious Gu Yong let out a loud roar at the same time, and his figure had already flashed out.

  "Halt!" a loud shout.

  Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

  Dozens of figures almost simultaneously rushed out, standing in front of Teng Qing Mountain, who were the high-ranking experts from various factions including the Ying family and the Divine Arrow God Mountain.

  "Everyone, Teng Qing Shan killed my sworn brother. This vendetta will not be shared under the same sky!" Gu Yong growled.

  "Heng Qing Shan, you can't kill." Yi Hao Jiang coldly shouted.

  "Old master of the ancient island, rest assured." The long-eyebrowed old monk said calmly.

  Gū Yōng stared at Téng Qīng Shān, who was smiling at him from behind the crowd of superhumans. But that smile made Gū Yōng's heart turn cold: "Just now, he deliberately walked to the edge where Hóng Tiān Chéng's superhuman was standing. So when the crisis arrived, this group of people had enough time to block me from reaching Qīng Huǒ Dǎo. Guessing the stone? It was just an excuse to kill my son! But I didn't expect it! Téng Qīng Shān's methods are indeed ruthless, he actually has a secret technique to infuse the True Primordial into the stone without shattering it."

  Only a figure was seen moving in the distance.

  That long-eyebrowed old monk suddenly appeared beside Teng Qing Shan, staring at him: "Teng Qing Shan, you should know. If you don't hand over the two tripods, it's likely to be a fate worse than death. You're also considered a man of responsibility. Hand over the two tripods and Mo Ni Temple can let you die with dignity, without any suffering."

  "Then thank you." Teng Qing Shan bowed his hands, "Old monk, your lightness kung fu is the best I've ever seen among people."

  "It's not worth mentioning," said the old monk with a long eyebrow.

  "Right away, I'll take you all to retrieve those two tripods." Teng Qing Shan looked around at the many pre-heavenly strong practitioners. "Before that, I need to get back my personal weapon. Even if I die, I must hold onto it." Teng Qing Shan's voice suddenly rose high as he gazed towards the Black Armor Army in the northeast direction. "Tian Dan brother, can you bring me the Reincarnation Spear?"

  The sound echoes in the night sky.

  "Good!" A loud shout, from the crowd of black armored soldiers, Tian Dan directly rushed towards the military camp, and soon he came running with two sections of wheel guns.

  Everyone's eyes were focused on Teng Qing Shan and Tian Dan.

  "Qing Shan brothers." Tian Dan stood in front of Tan Qing Shan, handed over the two-sectioned wheel gun, and solemnly said, "Be careful."

  "If I die, next year, at the place where I died, offer a stick of incense and pour down a cup of wine, that's enough." Teng Qing Shan smiled, took over the wheel gun, connected the two parts of the wheel gun, and immediately said loudly, "Everyone... isn't it to get the two Tripod 'North Sea Spirit'? Follow me!"

  Teng Qing Shan strode forward, and the numerous pre-heavenly strong practitioners from various sects immediately followed. With many pre-heavenly Golden Dans present, they were not afraid of Teng Qing Shan escaping at all.

  "Follow him!" Gu Yong waved his hand.

  The entire Silver Dragon Army followed with a mighty roar.

  At this moment, Deng Qingyun, who is leading at the front, is like a general, leading his troops forward.

  ……

  Zhuge Yuanhong was half-kneeling in front of Qingqing's body.

  "Ah, Qingqing!" Zhuge Yuanhong said softly, "Father owes you an apology for not protecting you well, nor did he protect Qing Shan well. You are a good child, and Qing Shan is also a good child... It's Father's fault, Father didn't have enough power to protect you both." The tears had just flowed out when they were evaporated by the innate True Yuan.

  Yan Mo stood silently beside him.

  "Master." Yan Mo Tian's voice was hoarse, "When I was young, like Qing Shan, I came from a rural area, bandits and thieves were rampant, every year many people in our village would die. My father died when I was six years old, my mother died of illness when I was eleven. At that time, I understood. In this chaotic world, without enough power, one can only watch as loved ones die. So, I diligently cultivated and later joined the Guiyuan Sect... It's the same among the various sects! The eight major sects don't dare to lightly start a war because they all take each other into consideration, but towards us, the Guiyuan Sect, they simply look down on us. If... if Qing Shan were from the Ying family, or a disciple of the Yu Huang Gate, or the Mani Temple, who would dare treat him like this? It's strange, it's just that we're not strong enough yet."

  Zhuge Yuanhong stood up and looked into the distance at the hazy figures of the Qinghu Island's Yinjiao Army soldiers.

  "I understand."

  "Because I'm not strong enough, I can only let Qing Shan face all this alone." Zhuge Yuanhong shook his head with a bitter smile. "I, as a master, am really not worthy of being a master, nor am I worthy of being a father. My daughter is dead, and as her father, I have to endure it. Facing danger... I, as a master, can only let my disciple announce that he's leaving the sect alone to take on the responsibility."

  Zhuge Yuanhong's face turned somewhat pale.

  "Ancestor." Yan Motian frowned and growled, "Yuan Hong! Come to your senses, you've done enough. You are the master of my Return to the Origin Sect! Everything you do must be responsible for the thousand-year foundation of my Return to the Origin Sect, for the tens of millions of people in my Return to the Origin Sect. This is not your fault."

  Zhuge Yuanhong nodded and immediately turned his head to look back, a large number of Heijiajun soldiers were moving the bodies of their companions, and some soldiers were seriously injured.

  "From ancient times to the present, from ordinary people to great martial artists of various sects. The victor becomes the king, while the defeated become bandits! Ordinary people must protect their families and clans well. Bandits and robbers also need to strengthen themselves and their gangs. Martial artists' sects also want to elevate their status, best if they can be listed as one of the eight great sects!"

  "Some people endure for decades, just to make their name known throughout the world in one morning."

  "Some people wander the world alone, tempered by life and death, killing countless times, all for the pursuit of the peak."

  "Some people form gangs and lead their followers in robbery and plunder, dominating the mountains and forests, becoming a local tyrant."

  "There are also those with grand ambitions, who want to establish a powerful martial sect, control tens of millions of people, and build a thousand-year foundation."

  Zhuge Yuanhong looked at the remaining arrows and the dark red bloodstains on the ground.

  "This is chaos!" Zhuge Yuanhong said in a low voice.

  （）