I long to return home!

Inside the deep pit, two men stood facing each other, each holding a sharp blade. Perhaps they knew that an earth-shattering battle was about to break out. Dust swirled around them, enhancing the tense atmosphere.

Many cultivators on the suspended city noticed this scene and quickened their pace. When they landed in the deep pit, they were not in a hurry to seize the opportunity. Instead, they were quite interested to see Wang Chen fighting fiercely with someone. Opportunities to observe the strength of cultivators from other sects were rare, especially in this Foundation Establishment Holy Land. The earlier one's strength was exposed, the more trouble it would cause later.

Before long, the pit was surrounded by cultivators, who were all intently watching the two people in the center, causing a stir among them.

"Wang Chen of the Puppet Refining Sect even took out his spiritual weapon and was controlling a puppet with the early Foundation Establishment stage. Is this kid who's fighting him breaking the heavenly rules?"

"Wang Chen has used his magic weapon at this moment, which is not good. I wonder what sect that person is from, that he could force Wang Chen to this point."

"That kid seems to be from the Luoyun Sect, the one who brought in a spirit beast."

"It seems that's true. Then this battle is going to be quite interesting."

"..."

Just as Xue Wu was about to swing the Blood Demon Halberd, Jin Lingjiao tugged at his sleeve with some displeasure and said indifferently, "Don't fight anymore. We can leave after Sister Gu and the others come down."

Upon hearing this, Xue Wu hesitated for a moment, then his blood-red halberd transformed into a wisp of blood energy and returned to the blood mark on his forehead. He looked at Jin Lingjiao with a kind expression and said gently, "Alright, I won't fight."

This scene was undoubtedly a provocation to Wang Chen's dignity. He had just made a tough statement, and now they were saying they wouldn't fight anymore. He felt that his face had been greatly insulted. He snorted angrily and grabbed forward with his right hand. The Foundation Establishment stage puppet beside him sensed this and suddenly shattered the ground as it charged towards Xue Wu and the other two.

The puppet had only run a few meters when a pale blue sword light slashed down from the sky, temporarily halting its advance. As the sword light dissipated, Xu Tao and the others landed beside Xue Wu.

"Junior brother, what's going on?" Xu Tao asked, holding the Reverse Cold Sword, whose blade rippled with water. He looked at Wang Chen, who was glaring fiercely ahead.

"I don't know either. That stupid bird attacked me with that puppet while it was in the air," Xue Wu explained casually.

"They started fighting as soon as they came in. Could Wang Chen of the Puppet Refining Sect be..." Su Changfeng paused for a moment before finishing his sentence.

“I think so too. He’s probably mentally challenged.” Xue Wu said what Su Changfeng hadn’t said, based on his own understanding.

Wang Chen was annoyed to see the group of people standing in front of him. This sect had repeatedly interfered with his actions. Anyone else could tolerate this, but he couldn't.

I am a rising star among the younger generation of the Puppet Refining Sect. How can I be humiliated by disciples from a few minor sects?

Wang Chen's eyes widened suddenly. He stroked the warhammer in his hand, and the next moment the hammer burst into flames. Just as he was about to smash it down, a hand suddenly pressed down on his arm, as if a huge boulder had hit him, rendering his arm completely immobile.

“Senior Brother Wang Chen, this place is not safe to stay any longer. We should leave.” A tall and upright cultivator from the Puppet Refining Sect slowly moved his hand away. He had a cold and stern face, a high nose bridge, and clean and sharp facial features, but his face was gloomy, and he spoke in a low voice.

Wang Chen was taken aback. Upon recognizing the newcomer, he was filled with rage and threw a punch, only to have it easily blocked. He was surprised and suspicious, then his face hardened, and he roared, "Fan Nian, what do you think you're doing?! I'm the leader of this team, get out of my way!"

"Is that so? I was planning to follow you around and reap the benefits, but you, a piece of trash, revealed your hand the moment you came in. How foolish."

"It seems I'll have to take over the Puppet Refining Sect this time."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chen stared in disbelief at the person in front of him. In his memory, the other party was just a fellow disciple who could be summoned and dismissed at will. He roared angrily and tried to pull his hand out, but with a "crack" sound, his entire arm was severely twisted.

Fan Nian sneered, grabbed the storage bag from the latter's waist, and walked out of the pit, shouting sharply, "Puppet Refining Sect members, go!"

With just one sound, the other eight Puppet Refining Sect cultivators stepped out from the crowd without any intention of disobeying, and followed Fan Nian away.

Wang Chen clutched his broken arm in agony as he collapsed to the ground, groaning softly. He glared at Fan Nian and the Puppet Refining Sect disciples as they left.

Impossible! What right does this beast have to rally the disciples of the Puppet Refining Sect? I am the leader handpicked by the elders; I am the sect's prodigy...

The people in the pit watched Fan Nian leave with the Puppet Refining Sect, and then watched Wang Chen lying on the ground without moving. This was none of their business. One less person meant one less person to scramble for the opportunity, so why not?

"It's a pity I didn't get to see that blood-red armor; instead, I witnessed a good show of betrayal and abandonment." Sima Yunche shook his head regretfully.

"This Puppet Refining Sect disciple named Fan Nian is hiding his true abilities so well. Wang Chen didn't even have a chance to fight back, and he's never even heard of him before," Lei Huanyu exclaimed.

Lei Mengying glanced coldly at Xue Wu in the distance, then turned around and walked out of the pit.

"Sister Ying, wait for me!" Lei Huanyu exclaimed in surprise, then called out and led the other eight people to follow.

Besides, the people in the pit took one last look at the crippled Wang Chen before following their sect members out of the pit.

“Let’s go too. Opportunities in the Holy Land are limited, we must seize them,” Xu Tao said in a deep voice.

Xue Wu and the others nodded in succession and headed towards the place where the fewest people had left earlier.

Besides Wang Chen's agonizing screams, a group of people remained in the pit. Wang Chen noticed them and shouted at them, "Sima Yunche, what do you want to do?!"

"Wang Chen is crippled, yet he still has such a fierce tongue." Sima Yunche sneered a few times and slowly walked towards the fallen Wang Chen, his eyes slightly closed, with faint water droplets flowing from his closed eyes.

"What do you want to do?!" Wang Chen took a few steps back in fear.

"Could you repeat what you said before?" Sima Yunche walked up to him and stomped down hard. With a "crack," Wang Chen's leg bone broke. At this moment, his eyes slowly opened, his pupils turning deep blue, like clear lake water rippling in layers.

"Azure Eyes!" Wang Chen exclaimed in surprise. Upon seeing the latter's blue pupils, shock seemed to overshadow the pain. He stammered, "You..."

“Yes, it is indeed Bi Shui Tong.” Sima Yunche sneered, then turned around and walked out of the pit after a moment: “Let’s go.”

"Yes, Senior Brother Yun Che." A group of Xuan Tian Sect cultivators dressed in light blue robes bowed and followed Sima Yun Che away.

Shortly after Sima Yunche and the others left, Wang Chen, limping, was struggling to crawl in the deep pit. Suddenly, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, and a churning sound of water emanated from his body. Moments later, one water sword after another burst forth from his body, the water swords stained with blood and splattering all over the ground. Wang Chen, with a look of resentment on his face, completely lost his life.