I long to return home!

Han Sen sneered a few times, and with a wave of his left arm, Guan Fei, who was lying on the ground, was dragged forward by a surge of true energy like a lamb to the slaughter. He was killed on the spot before he could even make a sound.

"You actually used your fellow disciples as a shield, you are truly inhuman." Xu Tao's eyes flashed with killing intent as he drew his sword with one hand and attacked, the sword gleaming coldly as if he wanted to cut off Han Sen's head.

"It's just a life. He should be satisfied that he blocked a killing blow for me." Han Sen laughed wildly, wielding his spear to parry and counter each move. He hadn't seen an opponent who excited him in a long time. Even if he hadn't obtained the Jianmu inheritance or used the full strength of Jianmu, what did it matter? He only wanted someone to fight him to the death.

The two figures clashed in the jungle, their swords and guns clashing incessantly, causing quite a commotion.

"A worthy opponent, what is your name?" Han Sen asked excitedly.

"His surname is Xu and his given name is Tao." A hint of joy appeared on Xu Tao's lips. Although the other party was a scoundrel who had harmed his fellow disciples, his excited heart told him that he wanted to fight him to the death.

Suddenly, a light emanated from the jade slip at Han Sen's waist. He was startled, swung his spear to repel Xu Tao, and stood high on the treetop. He took out the jade slip, read it, and then said with a solemn expression, "Unfortunately, I can't kill you now. There are more important things to do right now."

"If you're scared, just say so. There's no need to make excuses to escape," Xu Tao said sarcastically, pointing his sword at Han Sen.

"Fine, what harm is there in telling you? Your Luoyun Sect is truly audacious. A cultivator named Wang Can dared to steal my Wan Du Sect's spiritual artifact. I'll go kill him now, and then come back to kill you." Han Sen put down the jade slip and glanced at Xu Tao indifferently.

"You dare!" Xu Tao leaped up and slashed at Han Sen. He didn't care about killing fellow disciples, but he could not forgive those who killed his fellow disciples.

"I don't have time to play with you right now," Han Sen said contemptuously. He then brandished his spear, sending a flurry of leaves flying towards Xu Tao. Each leaf contained a large amount of poison, which exploded just before it touched Xu Tao.

Xu Tao's pupils dilated in surprise. He formed hand seals, and the Reverse Cold Sword spun rapidly in front of him, forming a water barrier that blocked all the poison. The remaining poison fell to the ground, spreading rapidly like a black tide, forming withered branches. He landed on the ground, panting heavily, his face as pale as a sheet of paper. When he looked at Han Sen again, Han Sen's figure had already disappeared from his sight. A wave of fear washed over him. If Han Sen had used the poison in the forest from the beginning, he wouldn't be here safe now. He sighed softly, as if having a conversation with himself: "What a terrifying person. I'll have to be more careful next time."

After a while, Xue Wu and the others arrived upon hearing the news. They found a tired Xu Tao standing there blankly, like a statue, while Han Sen was nowhere to be seen.

"Brother Xu, where is Xiao Chuachu?" Xue Wu stepped forward, looked at the exhausted Xu Tao, and asked in confusion.

Seeing this, Su Changfeng quickly took out a Qi-boosting pill and gave it to Xu Tao.

After a brief moment of adjustment, Xu Tao said anxiously, "Quickly, go after him! He's going to kill Wang Can..."

"As far as I know, the Earth Domain is just beyond this. Senior Brother Wang has an Earth Spiritual Root, so he should be in the Earth Domain right now. I need to hurry," Gu Qingcheng said anxiously, frowning.

"Let's go help Brother Wang first; it's our duty to rescue our fellow disciples," Su Changfeng said.

At this very moment, in the desolate burial grounds of the Earth Domain, various forces are vying for a suddenly appearing spiritual weapon—a majestic broadsword, like a giant dragon, exuding a terrifying aura, capable of shattering mountains and splitting the earth with a single strike.

"Senior Brother Wang, what should we do? More and more people are coming." A Qingfeng disciple gripped his sword hilt tightly, looking around as a sea of ​​cultivators surged in like a tide.

"Our Luoyun Sect is determined to obtain this spiritual artifact. Let's see what the Wan Du Sect plans to do first." Wang Can manipulated the iron pendant he had crafted, then turned to Li Yunfei, who was trembling beside him, and said, "Junior Brother Li, prepare the talismans. Even if we can't snatch it, we can still ensure that we leave successfully."

"Hmm." Li Yunfei looked at the cultivators from all sides, whose legs had gone limp with fear. If they weren't careful, they could die here at any moment.

"This magical artifact belongs to our Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. If you want to take it, you should consider whether you are worthy of it," Zhao Daniu shouted with overwhelming force.

“Just because your Ten Thousand Poisons Sect discovered it doesn’t mean it’s yours. I’d say it was discovered first by my Xuanzong Sect,” shouted a tall, imposing Xuanzong disciple. He stood at the very front, exuding authority.

"Yang Huan, once my senior brother Han Sen from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect arrives, he will surely annihilate everyone in your Xuanzong Sect," Zhao Daniu retorted. He stood in front with his muscular physique, giving off an aura of invincibility.

"Why is even the royal family trying to snatch such an insignificant spiritual artifact? Your royal treasury is overflowing; any spiritual artifact you possess is priceless and incredibly powerful," said Wang Fan, the senior brother leading the Tu Yan Sect, looking at the Wuji royal family lined up in bewilderment.

At this moment, the Second Princess of the Wuji Empire moved gracefully towards the front of the procession, exuding an air of majesty. Her gaze, like two cold lightning bolts, shot directly at the broadsword in the center. She turned to the middle-aged general behind her and asked in a cool tone, "Mo Kun, do you fancy this sword?"

Mo Kun raised his head, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, carefully observing the heavy broadsword at the center. His expression was calm, like an unbreakable mountain. Then, he bowed his head and said, "Your Highness, I am quite fond of this sword, but this time I am accompanying Your Highness to search for spiritual weapons, so there is no need to waste time on this sword."

“Then so be it. You’ve been with me since childhood, protecting me until now. I have no way to repay your kindness, so I will take this sword and give it to you.” As she spoke, a purple light flashed in the Second Princess’s beautiful eyes, like a dazzling star in the night sky. Her hair glowed slightly, and bursts of purple lightning poured out from her body, shaking the surrounding area with its power, as if she were the master of this world, holding the power of life and death.

"A woman? The second princess of the Wuji Empire!" the crowd exclaimed in surprise. They really did not expect that the person who came was Lei Mengying, the second princess of the Wuji Empire. Looking at this woman who looked like a fairy descending to earth, they couldn't help but feel a flutter in their hearts, but they were quickly stunned by her cold and domineering aura.

"This sword is mine, Princess." Lei Mengying's tone was light, but the majesty in it reached deep into people's hearts. Her delicate body swayed slightly, and she transformed into purple lightning, rushing towards the spiritual weapon.

"Even if you are a princess, don't even think about taking the treasure from me!" Wang Fan roared, and as cracks appeared in the ground, he charged straight at the magical artifact like a tiger.

Zhao Daniu and Yang Huan, who were standing nearby, also joined the treasure hunt. Soon after, the four forces started a chaotic battle, and the scene was as fierce as a volcanic eruption.

"Soldiers, we swear to protect Her Highness the Second Princess to the death!" Mo Kun shouted, raising his arm as if thunder, leading his soldiers into battle.

"Senior Brother Wang Can, what should we do now?" Qingfeng disciple asked, looking at the chaotic scene.

"We'll join in too, but remember, you mustn't kill Her Highness the Princess, or ten heads won't be enough to pay for it," Wang Can instructed, before throwing himself into the struggle for the magical artifact.