The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight, and the scorching sun hung high, casting its burning rays down on the land of the West State.
"Daring to steal the cultivation technique of our Wufeng Clan, you deserve to die!"
"Hahaha, Wufeng Clan, you destroyed our Purple Dragon Peak back then, but who would've thought a branch still survived? To be honest, I joined the Taiyi Palace and returned from cultivation just for revenge. I want to ensure your Wufeng Clan never finds peace!"
In the mountain range, filled with a prehistoric aura, a dozen Martial Artists in uniform attire were jointly pursuing a short-haired youth.
The short-haired youth was clad in a tight-fitting outfit, with a deep blade scar on his right cheek, and his eyes flickered with a serpent-like light as he laughed maniacally.
Despite being chased by a dozen Martial Artists, his situation appeared dire, but he remained crazed and ready to fight to the death.
