Chapter 2: The Green Shirt Youth

  On a five-hundred-zhang-high green mountain, there is a green stockade. The entire stockade is dark green in color and was built with thick stalks of bamboo as wide as the mouth of a bowl. After countless years have passed, the emerald color has faded, leaving behind an imprint of vicissitudes, and the green color is no longer visible, having become increasingly deep and profound.

  Bamboo leaves rustle, some green bamboo buried in the mud, reborn and renewed vitality. However, at this moment, no one in the bamboo village noticed these things. Countless people gathered, their hands holding weapons, blood and energy overflowing, their eyes revealing a determination to die. Whether it was an old man, a woman, or young men and children, they all had the same smell on them.

  Bloody atmosphere!

  In the center of Qingzhuzhai, there is a hundred-zhang-high green bamboo tower. The bamboo tower has nine floors, and on top of the ninth floor, an old man stands with his hands behind his back, standing at the top of the tower. The wind around him howls, but it cannot shake his figure. The old man's black hair is blown up, and a cyan beast skin robe is tightly attached to his body. Behind him stand five middle-aged men, all of whom exude an astonishing aura of blood and energy. If Xiao Yi were here, he would know that these are five thousand-man-level strongmen.

  At this moment, the eyes of the five Qianfu-level strongmen all showed a deep worry. After counting their breaths, one of them gritted his teeth and stepped forward, saying in a low voice: "Tribe leader!"

  The old man with black hair waved his hand, without turning around, he looked into the distance, tens of miles away, where a misty veil was spreading in the mountain valley, thicker than before. Then, his gaze fell on the east, the vast land, ancient mountains stretching endlessly, with no end in sight.

  Two thousand miles away.

  On the vast grassland, a young man walked with his sword slung over his shoulder. He wore an uncommon cyan long robe, his black hair was like ink, and his physique was slender and tall. A pair of calm and peaceful dark eyes revealed no sharpness whatsoever, and there was not even a hint of aura or energy emanating from him. Behind him, a purple long sword without a scabbard hung loosely, its hilt also being purple, the entire sword seemed to be an integral whole, with no signs of carving or chiseling, as if it were born from heaven and earth. The sword rose and fell in sync with the young man's breathing, revealing no intentions whatsoever.

  The young man's footsteps were not fast, but every step he took was tens of feet away, as if the earth had shrunk under his feet. His gait hid a mysterious charm that seemed to be naturally effortless.

  Hiss!

  Suddenly, the purple long sword behind the young man's back hummed softly, its body trembling as if it had sensed something. The young man's calm eyes instantly became sharp and piercing, his eyes bursting with an astonishing sharp aura that cut through the air, and in front of him on the grassland, mud splashed everywhere, and two ten-zhang-long black sword marks suddenly appeared on the ground.

  "Did you sense it too, the aura of the Xian tribe."

  As if responding to the young man's words, the purple long sword emitted a long and sonorous sword hum, which was as loud as thunderclaps. Then, the young man burst into laughter, his black hair dancing wildly, his footsteps quickening in an instant. He seemed to have transformed into a bolt of blue lightning, disappearing at the edge of the grassland after just a few breaths.

  A hundred miles from the end of the Panlei mountain range, Xiao Yi and his party finally met with the Volcano tribe. The two major tribes merged into one, transforming into a fiery torrent that rushed towards the dark cloud-shrouded land at the end.

  A hundred miles of land, at the speed of two armies of war soldiers, almost within half a short period of time, nearly five thousand war soldiers rushed into the mountain valley, only a silver giant waterfall hung in the air, emitting a huge roar, in the mountain valley, the immortal energy was about to disperse, and the dark clouds above also faded away, but still could smell the faint bloody smell, that was the taste of the Xian tribe.

  "We're too late!" The Fire River tribe leader said in a deep voice.

  Rumble!

  Dozens of miles away, a shocking thunderous sound suddenly came, a green giant mountain was shaking, and the foot of the mountain had a misty fog swirling around, extending towards the top of the mountain.

  Shi Hu's expression changed slightly: "We're a step too late, Qing Zhu Mountain of the Black Wind Tribe has been besieged by the Xian tribe."

  "We can still make it!" Shi Zixuan suddenly shouted, "All the centurions will stay behind to command the troops, we'll rush with all our might and should arrive at Qingzhu Villa by the time they do."

  Without hesitation, the Huohe tribe leader and the four people of the Red Dragon clan exchanged a glance, and then Xiao Yi and Shi Hu's two hundred men almost simultaneously shot out, leaving the remaining two hundred men with solemn expressions, also leading their respective troops to sprint at full strength, but compared to Xiao Yi and others' speed, they were far behind.

  Two great blood clans, nine mighty warriors, sprinting with all their might, can't be said to be slow. The nine figures, like a raging storm, ravaged the ancient forest, leaving no place unscathed. Whether it was the sudden attack of poisonous ants or the web-spinning poisonous spiders, the coiled giant pythons, all were crushed by the blood aura of the nine, without any resistance.

  Ten breaths later, the speed of the nine people began to show a gap. The one in front was naturally Shi Zhixuan, who sat on the red heavenly horse with its wings fluttering, and with each breath, it was already tens of feet away, closely following the treetops as he glided through the air. Behind Shi Zhixuan was Huo Hezu, the tribe leader, a strong cultivator in the Blood Refining Great Circle, whose essence, energy, and spirit were merged into one. His footsteps were also swift like the wind, only ten feet behind Shi Zhixuan.

  But behind the Huohe tribe, it was not Huoli Qianfu, nor was it Chilong or Chiyan Qianfu among the three, nor was it Shitou Qianfu or Gan Yuan Qianfu, but Xiao Yi.

  In the eyes of Huo Lianqian, who was staring at him with wide eyes, Xiao Yi's body transformed into a green light, closely following behind Huo He, three feet away. His muscles had faint green stripes, and wherever he passed, the air seemed to be cut open by a sharp blade. He ran in this domineering manner, even small shrubs didn't dare to block his way, and were directly shattered. The solidity of his physical body was truly astonishing, making Huo Lianqian secretly swallow his saliva. That was a body that even his Chi Tong Hun Tian hammer couldn't harm. Now, judging from the changes in Xiao Yi's body, Huo Lianqian thought that his opponent's cultivation seemed to be even deeper.

  Behind Xiao Yi, it was not Huo Li Qianfu and a few others who followed, but Chi Long. His body was boiling with energy and blood, and he seemed to have transformed into a flame python, moving on the ground, and even rose into the air, as if transforming into a dragon, roaming freely in the nine heavens.

  Looking at Xiao Yi's back, Chi Long's eyes flashed with a few shocks, because he found that even if he was running at full strength, the distance between him and Xiao Yi was at least 70 or 80 feet away, while Xiao Yi looked like he was still holding back, seemingly not using his full strength.

  Chi Long thought of a scene he saw in Feng Ya Valley back then, was this his fate?

  No!

  At this moment, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Red Dragon. Behind Xiao Yi, there was nothing but empty space, and the shadow of the broken spear had disappeared. Unless it was a warrior with a physical body, it would not have been possible to enter the Heavenly Pulse or the Zhou Tian Qi Hai. However, what the Red Dragon did not know was that several days ago, Qing Suo had vanished into thin air, and the Broken Soul Spear had also completely shattered due to the trial of the Locking Heaven Fist.

  In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the nine people had traversed tens of miles and were only a few more miles away from the foot of Qingzhu Mountain. At this moment, nearly half of Qingzhu Mountain was already shrouded in celestial mist, which was rapidly spreading towards the summit.

  "What a person!"

  Shi Zhi Xuan suddenly let out a soft "hmm" and the eight people turned to look forward, only to see that at the foot of Qing Zhu Mountain, a young man in a green shirt had appeared. This young man was not wearing a beast pelt robe, but Shi Zhi Xuan could tell that it was made from the silk of a mid-grade wild beast, the Qing Can. A mid-grade wild beast wasn't anything special, but being able to weave such a fine green shirt was something that not just any tribe could do. At least, lower blood tribes couldn't do it, and even middle blood tribes had little chance. According to Shi Zhi Xuan's knowledge, perhaps only upper blood tribes might occasionally be able to see such a thing.

  What kind of person is this young man?

  Nine people's minds almost simultaneously emerged the same idea, Xiao Yi concentrated his mind and looked over, at the foot of Qingzhu Mountain, dozens of immortal soldiers were stationed, sealing off the mountain foot and cutting off the retreat route. Among the dozens of immortal soldiers, there were three Wu Chang-level strongmen, and among the three people, two were recognized by Xiao Yi, who were exactly the two of the four great immortal tribes' Wu Chang who had intercepted them when they were searching for the 800-year-old silver ginseng.

  At this moment, the green-shirted youth did not hesitate at all, and took a step towards the top of Qingzhu Mountain. As soon as his foot fell, he appeared behind the dozens of Xian tribesmen in an eerie manner. Then, he took another step, and when his foot fell again, he was tens of meters away. The dozens of Xian tribesmen, including the three Xian tribe squad leaders, were momentarily stunned, but then they didn't move at all, as if they had been locked in place, frozen on the spot.

  What!

  Xiao Yi's heart skipped a beat, perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, even among hundred-man commanders, this scene would appear extremely strange. However, under the spiritual power of a thousand-man commander who had reached the peak of the ordinary realm, it was clearly visible.

  Too fast!

  Even Xiao Yi couldn't see how the green-shirted youth drew his sword, only a purple sword light flashed by, and at the same time pierced the necks of dozens of Xian tribesmen, because it was too fast, if not for spiritual power capture, with Xiao Yi's current will boundary, even that one purple sword light couldn't be seen.

  Among the nine, Shi Zhi Xuan saw most clearly. Under his extraordinary spiritual willpower, the movements of the blue-shirted youth were extremely clear, but also shocked Shi Zhi Xuan. Seeing clearly was one thing, being able to catch it was another matter altogether. The blue-shirted youth's sword was too fast, its speed reaching an unbelievable level. He couldn't sense his opponent's cultivation, but that previous sword strike made Shi Zhi Xuan realize he would have difficulty catching it himself. Most likely, he would need to recreate or perhaps use the Scarlet Flame to dodge in mid-air, but even then, there was only a 60-70% chance of success.

  The most important thing is that this green-shirted young man is only so old, looking at most sixteen or seventeen years old, and his combat power has reached such an unbelievable state. Xiao Yi couldn't believe it, the sword just now was his final move, but looking at him, Xiao Yi suspected that he had done it casually. Everyone come to vote for Ren Huang!