Chapter Thirty-One: Gathering of Purple Rank

  Qin squatted down, and from Wang Kui's arms, which were constantly struggling under his feet, he searched out a book. When he saw the three characters "Yong Huang Dian" written in dragon and phoenix script on it, a flash of excitement appeared in his eyes.

  "Yong Huang Dian", got it!

  Just in this brief moment of distraction, Qin Yi suddenly felt a shallow purple figure like a ghost descending from the sky and appearing in front of him. Immediately afterwards, a force that made Qin Yi feel oppressed was transmitted from the palm of the shallow purple figure's outstretched hand to his chest.

  "Boom!"

  As soon as this palm struck, Qin Yi's entire body suddenly shook violently, and the "Yong Huang Dian" in his hand also loosened inexplicably. With a loud "whoosh", it was swung up to the top of his head!

  As a mouthful of blood was spat out from Qin's mouth, Qin's whole body involuntarily retreated several steps, and for a moment his originally stiff face also twitched several times, apparently in great pain.

  "Big Brother!"

  The three people from the Qin Wang Fu who were previously chased by Wang Kui have now gathered with the other two people brought by Qin Yi and rushed to the front of Qin Yi, shielding him behind them!

  "Murong Yan!"

  Just as everyone in the scene thought that the shallow purple figure was about to obtain the "Yong Huang Dian" in the air, a loud and powerful voice suddenly rang out. Then, another shallow purple figure wrapped in true energy suddenly swept over from afar, like lightning, and rushed straight towards the shallow purple figure in the air!

  Speed is so fast that it makes people's eyes wide with wonder!

  Murong Yan's hand was only a few inches away from obtaining the "Yong Huang Dian", but the shallow purple true energy whizzing by his side made him unable to focus, and he had to resist it. The joyful color in his eyes suddenly turned into a hint of anger, and his body in mid-air suddenly spun around, both hands filled with thick true energy blasting towards the incoming figure, "Nan Gong Yin! You old scoundrel!"

  "Boom!"

  Four palms intersected, two shallow purple figures first hovered in mid-air for a moment, and then suddenly separated, both being pushed out by a massive opposing force.

  The two of them stopped in their tracks several zhang away, and for a moment, the two old men, one robust and the other slender, stared at each other with wide eyes, yet neither dared to take the lead and rush forward to retrieve the "Yong Huang Dian"!

  The two were the elders of the Murong and Nangong families, respectively, and had been fighting each other for half their lives. Whether it was true strength or understanding of each other's personalities, they were evenly matched!

  They both knew that once they clashed, whoever gained the upper hand first would be the one who emerged victorious!

  "Huh," The "Yong Huang Dian" in mid-air lost its upward momentum and slowly fell down...

  Just as several people in the Qin Wangfu were about to step forward to retrieve it, two purple figures appeared, their speed even faster than Murong Yu and Nangong Yin's earlier. Due to their extreme velocity, they left behind two trails of purple light, stretching from far to near, and their target was the "Yong Huang Dian" that was about to hit the ground!

  Violet Middle Grade Warriors! Two of them again!

  Just as the two purple figures were about to reach the "Yong Huang Dian" within a few feet, another figure, also shrouded in purple true energy, descended from a large tree on the side and landed right in front of the "Yong Huang Dian".

  And "Yong Huang Dian" also fell to the ground with a loud crash at this time, but for a while, no one paid attention.

  "Your Highness!"

  Led by Qin Yi who was injured, everyone in the Qin Wang Fu looked at the figure that fell from the tree with respectful eyes and bowed their heads in salute.

  A middle-aged man gathered his purple true energy, his face still wore a smile, but when his eyes swept over Qin Yi, who was covering his chest with one hand and bowing slightly, a cold glint flashed across his face. He slowly turned his head and glanced at the distant elder of the Murong family, "Murong Leng", his heart seething with rage.

  The Murong Family...

  When did people from the Murong family dare to come and lecture people from the Qin Wang Fu?

  "Your Highness!"

  Those two purple figures that were originally heading towards the "Yong Huang Dian" also suddenly stopped, landing a short distance in front of the middle-aged man and standing still, with their true strength completely retracted, while slightly saluting the middle-aged man.

  "Two elders," said the middle-aged man, looking at the two old men and also bowing his hands in greeting.

  After all, in terms of seniority, he is still one generation lower than these two elderly men, and what he did was purely a junior's courtesy.

  These two men were the elder of the Return to the Origin Sect and the elder of the Ink Clan!

  For the Qin Wangfu, both of them still need to do their due diligence on the surface. After all, the Qin Wangfu is the highest existence in the entire Great Qin Kingdom. If the Emperor of the Great Qin Kingdom is in charge of the people around the Great Qin Kingdom, then the Qin Wangfu is in charge of the Emperor of the Great Qin Kingdom!

  The Qin Wangfu, even if it's Gu Yuanzong and Mo Family, is also unwilling to truly offend!

  As the two exchanged a sideways glance, their eyes flashed with a faint bloody light. Unexpectedly, they had arrived slightly late, and the disciples of their own sect's family were almost wiped out!

  The elder of the Guiyuan Sect felt a bit better and saw Wang Kui lying on his side with a thick breath, and he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

  Others may die, but after a few more years, they can be trained again. However, Wang Kui is the treasured disciple of the Great Elder and also the leader among the younger generation of disciples in the Guiyuan Sect, destined to be one of the pillars of the sect in the future!

  Once something goes wrong, I'm afraid it will be hard for me to account for myself to the ancestors and the clan head!

  This time bringing him out, the leader repeatedly instructed himself to protect him thoroughly...

  "Nine-layered Blade Technique...... Manager Lao, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

  The Mo family elder saw at a glance that the chest of the young man who led this time was covered with a hideous wound, and recognized the move that caused such an injury. He also saw the knife marks on the necks of several Mo family disciples closest to him, and his eyes beside the Guiyuan sect elder's eyes involuntarily carried a cold and stern expression.

  In terms of losses, the Mohist school is absolutely the largest among the forces that came to Moyuncheng this time.

  A blue mid-tier, several blue low-tiers...

  Everyone is dead!

  How can he be calm in his heart?

  The old Mo family didn't speak up, it's fine. But once he spoke, it directly triggered the explosion of Gu Yuan Zong's Guan Chang Lao!

  "Old man, you've seen the losses of our Mo family? You won't even open your eyes to see how many disciples our Yuanzong sect has lost... Want to fight? Fine, come on!"

  As soon as Guan Lao's voice fell, the purple true energy on his body suddenly burst out, and a pair of copper bell-like eyes stared tightly at Mo Jia Lao.

  How can he not be angry?

  This time, so many disciples have died, it's hard for him to report back to the sect master... Just as he was feeling anxious, the elder of the Mo family actually wanted to take advantage of him?

  The Mo Family elder saw the return of Yuan Zong's elder, not giving him any face at all, and scolding him loudly, also getting angry. The previously restrained purple true energy was suddenly released with a "whoosh"!

  Under the astonished gaze of Murong Yan, Nangong Yun and the crowd at Qin Wangfu, these two old men were about to start fighting...

  "Haha! You two old guys, how old are you? Still acting like a kid who hasn't grown up!"

  However, from the corner, he had been watching the bustling Tianjian Sect's Sword Elder Fan Yiran for a long time, and then walked out of the corner with a loud laugh.

  Behind him, Ling Qingyan followed closely with a calm expression, not showing any restraint from seeing so many Violet-level warriors, breathing freely.

  The gaze that could pierce through the blue sky and the green trees, however, did not fall on any of the purple-level warriors in the arena, but instead looked towards a thick branch of an ancient banyan tree that was partially blocked by some leaves.

  There, two slender figures stood upright, one slightly feeling a bit petite; while the other was familiar to Ling Qingyan.

  Yi Xiang Ge, Shui Yun Er?