I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

"Your Highness, is this the little Yao'er you're always talking about?"

On a high mountain far away from the battlefield, there was a group of people standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the battlefield below.

Among this group of people was Aunt Xuan, Si Jinxuan, whom Xiao Yaoer had not seen for a long time.

"I haven't seen you for so long. Little Yao'er actually dared to run out alone and caused such a big fuss." A hint of tenderness appeared on Si Jinxuan's face, which hadn't smiled for a long time.

She hadn't seen Xiao Yaoer for a long time and missed her very much.

Now I finally see Xiao Yaoer again. I must pinch her cheeks later. I haven’t pinched them for a long time and I really miss the feeling.

"Xiao Yao'er is so cute!"

A maid beside Si Jinxuan looked at Xiao Yaoer and said with shining eyes.

"Xiaoyao'er is more than just cute..."

Si Jinxuan said as she stared at the battlefield below.

As soon as she finished her words, she saw those mysterious men in black rushing towards Xiao Yaoer not far in front of her.

And above the sky, the pure white soul-devouring bead was still shedding white light.

These white lights still fell towards the castle below, and the people of the Soul-Devouring Clan still wanted to take out Xiao Yaoer's soul.

However, the spinning straw hat was still blocking the power of the Soul Devouring Clan.

The powerful warriors of the Soul Devouring Clan had ferocious expressions on their faces. They mobilized their strength again and again, trying to break through the barrier of the straw hat, but every attempt was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no effect.

Their roars and unwillingness echoed between heaven and earth, but they could only watch their prey approaching but unable to reach it.

After trying a few more times, he still couldn't attack Xiao Yaoer and the others, so he turned his attention to Dulang and the others.

Poison Wolf and his men were wantonly slaughtering 100,000 innocent soldiers, and the air was filled with thick blood and despair.

Because Dulang and others have recently devoured a large amount of monster flesh and blood, their cultivation has skyrocketed, and they have become the feared killing gods on the battlefield.

On the battlefield dyed red by blood, the setting sun was as red as blood, reflecting a tragic and desperate picture.

Even though the 100,000-strong army was exhausted, they were still not afraid. The roar of their iron hooves surged like a tide. Every beat of the war drums was like the low moan of the god of death, shaking every inch of the land.

There are only a hundred or so people including Dulang. They are like lone wolves on an isolated island. Facing an almost impossible-to-defeat enemy, there is an unyielding fire burning in their eyes.

But human power is limited. There are only more than a hundred of them in an army of 100,000. Even if we kill them, we don’t know how long it will take.

They knew that even if they tried their best and swung the swords in their hands, every swing would be accompanied by the loss of life, and it would be just a drop in the ocean and could not shake this huge enemy in the slightest.

Sweat and blood mixed together, blurring their vision, but they did not retreat, because the boss and others were staring at them from behind, and they were not useless.

However, at this desperate moment, the situation on the battlefield quietly changed.

Those mysterious men in black from the aristocratic families were like ghosts in the night. They knew very well that this army of 100,000 was a force forged by the aristocratic families with countless resources and hard work. How could they allow Dulang and others to slaughter them at will?

Their movements were swift and coordinated, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times. Every black shadow contained deadly murderous intent. The air was filled with a thick sense of solemnity and the atmosphere on the battlefield instantly became tense and depressing.

They knew that this battle was not only about victory or defeat, but also about the glory and future of the family.

So, they rushed towards Dulang and others regardless of everything. Every confrontation was accompanied by fierce collisions and roars, as if to tear the world apart.

Every time those men in black from the noble families attacked, they would injure the brothers behind one of the poisonous wolves.

This scene made Dulang and others tear their eyes out. These brothers had followed him for so long, and even if they were not dead, he would be heartbroken if they were injured.

"Boom boom boom...."

at this time.

In the distant night sky, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded, like the roar of an ancient giant beast awakening, shaking every inch of the air and startling everyone present.

Above the sky, there was an enormous flying boat, shaped like a phoenix with its wings spread out, covering half of the sky. The gems inlaid on it sparkled in the sunlight, emitting a dazzling light.

The flying boat slowly approached this side.

On the flying boat, there were shadowy figures, all of them were children of noble families dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes. They were either standing on the side of the boat or gathered on the deck, chatting and laughing, revealing their extraordinary temperament and profound background.

Each of these people from aristocratic families seemed like an aristocrat walking out of an ancient scroll, with nobility and elegance in every gesture. Their arrival undoubtedly added a bit of mystery and dignity to this land.

This flying boat is a flying treasure left over from ancient times. The method of refining it has long been lost. Only in those hidden paradises can one occasionally find a few clues.

In the vast land of Xia Country, the only ones who can own and control such flying treasures are the aristocratic families with profound cultural heritage, the big sects that have stood firm, and the supreme royal family.

As the flying boat gradually approached, the people on the ground looked up, their eyes full of curiosity.

There was an indescribable tension and anticipation in the air, as if the whole world was holding its breath at this moment, waiting for what was to happen next.

The flying boat slowly stopped above the castle.

As the flying boat stopped, several men in gorgeous clothes slowly appeared, and the aura of a strong man filled the air.

This is the head of the eight major families.

They actually came here directly.

The heads of the eight major families were dressed in gorgeous clothes with fluttering sleeves, but they could not hide the greedy green light in their eyes like a wolf. They were like ancient pines that had stood for thousands of years, but they were even more arrogant than the ancient pines. They looked down at Xiao Yaoer and Lin Ruo below.

The hearts of these family heads had long been consumed by the flames of greed. They had already learned from the family's reply letters that Xiao Yaoer was a treasure.

To this end, the eight major families went all out, with the family heads leading the team themselves, followed by the most elite disciples of the family. They all had extraordinary cultivation and were very aggressive, like a group of tigers coming down the mountain, vowing to make this valley their own.

They have only one goal - to keep the treasure for themselves and not let any other forces get involved. Even the ferocious barbarians, the strange soul-eaters, or the vampires who came from afar, can't get a single cent.

The air was filled with tension and depression, as if even breathing had become heavy.

The heads of the eight major families were thinking that once they got the treasure, it would be the end of those outsiders.

A cruel smile appeared on the corners of their mouths, as if they had already seen the scene of getting the treasure.

Although none of their ancestors in the Yunshen Realm could defeat a puppet, who said that there was only one Yunshen Realm expert in their family?

On the flying boat, there is an old ancestor in the Dharma Realm.