Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

Just when Xiao Muchen and others were surrounded by the masters sent by the hall master and were almost in despair, a figure streaked across the sky like a meteor and descended in an instant.

The visitor was dressed in a pure white gown, with an upright figure, like a pine tree standing proudly. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his gaze was deep and firm, and he exuded an extraordinary temperament.

"In the ancient Futu clan, the majority bullies the minority. It is so unfair that I, Ling Xiao, must do something about it!" Ling Xiao's voice was sonorous and powerful, like the morning bell and evening drum, and it was clearly heard by everyone in this tense atmosphere.

The hall master, a powerful man in the late stage of the Earth Supreme, had a gloomy face at this moment, like the dark clouds before a storm. He glared at her and shouted, "Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my ancient Futu clan!"

Ling Xiao looked calm, his eyes swept over the hall master calmly, and he said slowly: "I do what is just, my name is Ling Xiao. I will take care of this injustice today!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's figure flashed like a ghost, and he instantly rushed into the camp of the hall master's masters. His movements were as fast as lightning, and he punched out with both fists, which were fierce and brought up gusts of wind. Those masters of the Supreme Realm only felt a strong pressure coming at them, and before they could react, they were hit by the strong fist wind and their bodies were unstable, and they retreated again and again.

Xiao Muchen, who deliberately lowered his realm and was actually a peak Heavenly Supreme, also exerted his full strength without reservation. The fighting spirit on his body was looming, seemingly only the strength of the peak Earth Supreme, but every move and every style contained unfathomable power. His body was agile, his steps were like Lingbo Weibu, and he cleverly avoided the enemy's rounds of attacks. At the same time, his counterattack was like thunder and lightning, and every move was just right, making the enemy unable to defend.

Lin Wan'er shouted and swung the sword in her hand. The shadows of the sword were like twinkling stars. Her swordsmanship was exquisite, and each sword was accurately aimed at the enemy's vital parts. She was light and graceful, like a petal in the wind, dancing among the crowd, but with deadly lethality.

Ling Shuang's palms flew, fighting spirit overflowed, and the palm wind whistled. His palm method was both hard and soft. When it was hard, it was like a tidal wave, and when it was soft, it was like a spring breeze, but it could inadvertently repel the enemy.

Ye Feng's figure was like a ghost, the weapon in his hand flashing with cold light, like a flash of lightning, shuttling through the enemy's formation. His attacks were fast and deadly, and every attack could disrupt the enemy's rhythm.

Ling Xiao's joining allowed Xiao Muchen and others, who were originally at a disadvantage, to quickly reverse the situation. They cooperated with each other and had a tacit understanding. Ling Xiao's swordsmanship was extremely fierce, and every sword slash was accompanied by a whirring sound, as if it could tear the void. His moves seemed simple and direct, but in fact they contained infinite changes, making it difficult for the enemy to grasp. Xiao Muchen used clever moves to resolve the enemy's attacks. Every time he dodged, he was just right, and every counterattack caught the enemy off guard. Lin Wan'er's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and the sword light was like snow. Wherever she went, the enemies avoided it. Ling Shuang's palm method was magnificent, and wherever the palm wind reached, the enemies flew like fallen leaves. Ye Feng relied on his flexible body and keen insight to shuttle between the enemies freely and give them a fatal blow.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the hall master's eyes flashed with a fierce look. He took out a mysterious magic weapon, the Soul-Capturing Bead, from his arms. The magic weapon was pitch black and emitted a strange light. The air around it seemed to be sucked in by it, becoming heavy and oppressive.

"Oh no, this magic weapon is very strange, everyone be careful!" Xiao Muchen warned loudly, his voice full of vigilance.

Ling Xiao showed no fear, and snorted coldly: "No matter what magic weapon you have, it is vulnerable in front of me!" He quickly formed seals with both hands, and a powerful force gathered in his palms. The power spun like a whirlpool, and the light became stronger and stronger, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Ling Xiao suddenly pushed his hands forward, and the force was like a surging wave, rushing towards the hall master's magic weapon with overwhelming force.

When the two met, an astonishing energy wave erupted instantly. The surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this powerful force, and a sharp whistling sound was emitted, like countless evil spirits howling. The earth trembled slightly, sand and stones flew, forming a misty dust fog.

Xiao Muchen and the others quickly used defensive measures. A layer of Dou Qi shield formed in front of Xiao Muchen. The shield was like a blue crystal, crystal clear. Dou Qi flowed endlessly on the shield, forming complex and mysterious runes, tenaciously resisting the impact. Lin Wan'er's long sword danced, forming a circular sword curtain. The sword Qi on the sword curtain crisscrossed and woven into an airtight net, protecting herself tightly. Ling Shuang pushed out with both palms, and a thick Dou Qi barrier appeared, like a solid city wall, exuding a calm atmosphere. Ye Feng circulated his spiritual power, forming a light green protective shield around his body. The spiritual power on the protective shield rippled like water waves, dissolving the impact.

Under this powerful impact, the light of the hall master's magic weapon gradually dimmed, and tiny cracks appeared on the originally smooth surface. Those cracks spread rapidly, like a spider web. The hall master's face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He desperately tried to increase the input of spiritual power to maintain the power of the magic weapon, but it was like a drop in the bucket, and it was of no avail.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the magic weapon finally couldn't bear the huge pressure and broke into countless pieces. The hall master was also shocked by the powerful recoil force, and his blood was churning, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced. His body flew backwards involuntarily, and he fell heavily to the ground, with blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Kill!" Xiao Muchen shouted again, his voice full of determination and fighting spirit.

Like tigers descending from the mountains, they launched a final charge at the enemy with great momentum. Ling Xiao's figure was as fast as lightning, and wherever he went, the enemies fell to the ground one after another. His fists were like steel, and each blow was powerful, making it impossible for the enemy to resist. Xiao Muchen's moves were unpredictable, sometimes like a storm, sometimes like a gurgling stream, throwing the enemy into chaos. Lin Wan'er's sword was like a spirit snake, tricky and deadly, accurately hitting the enemy's flaws again and again. Ling Shuang and Ye Feng were also ruthless, their attacks were closely coordinated, and the enemy's defense line was completely defeated.

After a fierce battle, the battlefield was in a mess. Broken branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground, and dust was flying. Most of the hall master's men were injured. Some fell to the ground groaning, while others looked at Xiao Muchen and others in horror. They lost the courage to fight again and fled in all directions in a miserable state.

Xiao Muchen walked towards Ling Xiao, clasped his fists and bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Brother Ling Xiao, for your help. I will remember this favor in my heart. If it weren't for your help, today's matter would not have been resolved peacefully."

Ling Xiao smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Brother Xiao, you are too polite. When we see injustice, we should help. Moreover, you have not flinched in the face of powerful enemies, which is admirable."

However, they all knew that this was just a minor setback encountered by the ancient Futu tribe. The road ahead was still long and full of unknowns, and more challenges and dangers might be waiting for them ahead...