When Yuan Ye really flew to the border of Lieyan Continent and Bingjue Continent, it became deserted here. No civilians dared to live here, there were only large and small forces, either occupying the mountain as king or gathering together.

  It was already late at night, and in the midst of the sky, Yuan Ye stood with his hands behind his back. The lonely white moonlight spilled onto his body, his raven-black shoulder-length hair fluttering slowly, and his eagle-like eyes gleaming with a distant luster.

  "Kou Yi brought me here, but I don't see what's different about this place. The spiritual energy density seems to be no higher than the sea surface." Yuan Ye thought to himself, as he was preparing to find a quiet spot to meditate.

  Just then, Yuan Ye's eyebrows furrowed, and his extremely sharp senses picked up the sound of chaotic fighting not far away. However, the location seemed to be beyond the border, on the other side of the Ice Abyss Continent.

  Go take a look!

  Yuan Ye flew over directly.

  "Zhao the cripple, you dare to rob me of my things, I'll kill your whole family." A rough-looking big man rolled up his sleeves and pointed at the other party with a loud scolding.

  "Die!"

  Below, an old man with a humpbacked gaze suddenly turned cold, the knife flashed by, and one of the martial emperors was directly cut in half. The old man with a humpbacked body was covered in blood, and he suddenly flew into the air, standing shoulder to shoulder with that rough big man.

  "Gentlemen, there are two of us Zhao, why don't we join forces?"

  That big rough man immediately shouted: "There is only one daughter, how can we divide her."

  "Hmph, I didn't say we'd split it with you. We've defeated the strongest, and now it's just the two of us competing. Otherwise, neither of us will have a chance!" The old man with a hump on his back sneered coldly, and with a flick of his sleeve, he charged towards a tall, thin man who was holding onto a woman. Although the woman was dressed in luxurious clothing, her hair was extremely disheveled, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

  This crippled man was once a Douhun-class master, but unfortunately offended a big shot and had one leg disabled, greatly reducing his strength. He couldn't even recover his Douhun-class power. Also, being the second son in his family, people called him Zhao Erzo behind his back.

  "Take a good look, no one is allowed to touch!" Zhao Er pushed the woman in his hand to a high-ranking martial artist on Mount Wu Emperor and drew an arc-shaped knife from his waist and rushed over.

  "Old man Chen, don't you think about your age, competing with us for women, aren't you ashamed!" Zhao Erfei flew into a rage, pointing at the hunchbacked old man and scolding him loudly.

  "Haha, Zhao the cripple, for the sake of the little beauty, my hump and age can be changed with a fight, but your crippled leg can't be changed. I haven't even laughed at you yet, but you're laughing at me instead." The old man with a hump on his back burst out laughing.

  When a warrior cultivates to the Martial Emperor realm, their life becomes prolonged, and when they reach the Dou Soul realm, they become immortal. Their appearance can also change naturally, but ordinary people generally do not change. They prefer their previous appearance, which is the appearance they had when they broke through to the Martial Emperor realm. Of course, there are exceptions like Zhao Er, whose foot was crippled by a powerful being, and only that being can restore it.

  "Cut the crap! I'll beat your mother!" The rough big man was quick to charge at Zhao Erlu.

  The rough big Han, the hunchbacked old man, and the tiptoeing man, the three leaders clashed in mid-air, while below, the three major forces were engaged in a fierce and tragic battle.

  Cries of agony, sounds of slaughter, and howls rose and fell in succession.

  Yuan Ye looked on from a distance, somewhat surprised. These three parties were all forces of the Iceberg Continent, and yet they were fighting each other. That basically had nothing to do with the hatred between the two continents. It must be that there was some great treasure that made everyone covet it. Looking left and right, Yuan Ye seemed to see that what they were fighting over was a woman.

  Women are everywhere, and beautiful ones are not rare. Moreover, due to different personal preferences, some people like this type, while others like that type. Even among the major powers, many leaders give away women they've had enough of as gifts. Fighting fiercely for a woman, or even engaging in a three-way fierce battle, is something Yuan Ye can't quite accept.

  "Is this for real, has heaven sent an angel down to earth for her? Is she even more alluring than our own Rui Xi?" Yuan Ye thought to himself, feeling a little resentful. As a man who was worthy of being sought after by women, and as a rogue, Yuan Ye also wanted to take a look at this beauty, and of course, if something were to happen, that would be even better.

  On the battlefield, nearly a thousand Wu Jun, Wu Wang, and even Wu Di were engaged in fierce combat, but Yuan Ye dodged through the chaotic crowd like an eel, making his way towards the captured woman. With Yuan Ye's abilities, it was easy for him to slip past the group of Wu Jun and Wu Wang.

  "Haha, I heard there's a woman here who can captivate people with her beauty." Just then, a low and rough voice came from afar. More than 20 black dots appeared in the sky, quickly becoming clear as more than 20 people wearing uniform attire emerged on the battlefield. The leader had a scarred face, and before he even made a move, an aura of hostility emanated from him.

  "Zhao Er, you three still dare to fight after seeing me arrive?" The scar-faced man looked down on the entire battlefield, not putting anyone in his eyes.

  Xiao Rourou didn't come, but among Emperor Wu's men alone, there were more than twenty of them. This scar-faced man was a true top-notch fighter, not some cripple like Zhao Er. The strength of the newcomer made Yuan Ye feel terrified.

  "Old Master, that woman is now in Zhao Er's hands. That appearance... I guarantee, if you are disappointed, I am willing to die to atone for my sin." A martial arts expert immediately bowed and flattered him.

  He, Zhao Er and that rough big man discovered the absolutely beautiful woman at the same time. He was also infatuated with the woman to the point of being bewildered, but his strength was the weakest. Without saying a word, he thought of pleasing his boss. His boss, this martial emperor, was very clear: if you displease him, you would be better off dead; if you please him, the benefits would also make one's heart move.

  "You're a woman, and you dare to lower yourself to our Emperor Wu's level? Don't you have any shame!" The rough big man pointed at her from mid-air and scolded.

  "Zhū kè, you've eaten leopard gall, dare to speak to me like that." The scar-faced man had a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly rushed towards the three people in the melee.

  The originally chaotic rough men, Zhao Erlang and the hunchbacked old man, tacitly joined forces to take down the strongest Doujin high-handed Bole.

  Below the three parties in chaos saw their own boss again join hands to enemy, the three parties' flying Wu Emperor all rushed into the high sky, dealing with the twenty or so Wu Emperors brought by Bu Li, while those who couldn't fly, Wu Jun and Wu Wang, one by one didn't know what to do, the scene suddenly became chaotic.

  "It's time to snatch the girl, or go home!" Yuan Wei's eyes suddenly became sharp as he approached the woman. He saw that the Martial Emperor who was guarding the woman handed her over to a Martial Lord, and himself rushed into the air to fight with the Martial Emperor brought by Bu Lie. Yuan Wei instantly had the urge to snatch, without even thinking about the consequences.

  Whoosh!

  The residual shadow appeared, and the seven-footed death was instantaneous. The woman around him still had Wu Jun's gaze, but he was kicked to death in an instant.

  "Run!" Yuan Ye landed and pulled the woman into a swift escape.

  "Head, that woman was snatched away!" A Wu Jun hastily shouted towards the sky.

  "Who doesn't want to live anymore." Zhao Er was the first to roar with anger, and in an instant, all four leaders chased after Yuan Ye's escape direction. Yuan Ye looked back and saw that the four leaders were leading no less than fifty Wu Emperors to chase and kill him quickly, and nearly a thousand Wu warriors were also chasing after him, howling.

  "Damn it, this time we've gone too far!" Yuan Ye's face was a picture of despair, he didn't dare think about anything else, and ran for his life with all his might.