I long to return home!

Xu Tao watched Li Yunfei leave, furious but powerless. "That bastard," he thought, "I'll give him a good beating when I get back..."

Soon after, he felt a pang of regret. If he had stopped Han Sen then, none of this would have happened.

The earth-shattering talisman on the battlefield summoned a cloud of yellow sand, and in this cloud of yellow sand, Xue Wu’s figure quietly appeared. He stood up, exhausted, supporting his broken body. His vision was blurred, and he was panting heavily with every step. He dragged the broadsword in his hand and moved slowly and stealthily.

At this moment, he no longer possessed the fierce aura he had just displayed. Instead, he exuded the gentleness he had at the beginning, but with a slight difference. There was a hint of bewilderment in his eyes. He felt guilty for killing so many people, but he didn't know why he had done it. At that moment, he only felt that something deep inside him had stimulated him. Although he was conscious, he felt unfamiliar with his actions.

As the yellow sand settled and Xue Wu's figure appeared before everyone, Xu Tao and Gu Qingcheng were overjoyed, but the disciples from the other sects did not share the same view. Xue Wu held the spiritual weapon they were vying for in this battle, but they could only watch from the sidelines. Even though Xue Wu was now weak and covered in wounds, they still dared not move forward an inch. Xue Wu's bloodthirsty and insane appearance lingered in their minds, and they were afraid that if they suddenly made a move, they would also be wiped out. Moreover, they also recognized that Xu Tao was in cahoots with him, equally extraordinary, and with equally powerful cultivation, capable of taking on multiple of them alone.

On the battlefield, the two major sects, Xuanzong and Tuyanzong, were filled with suspicion and wondering what to do next.

"Senior brother, what should we do? Should we go and snatch it?"

"Stop robbing! If you're so capable, go and snatch it yourself. If you succeed, I'll let you be my senior brother." Yang Huan turned and angrily shouted at the Xuanzong disciple who had made the suggestion. He was secretly calculating in his mind. This person was incredibly powerful and ruthless, and Xu Tao was protecting him. It wouldn't be appropriate to make a move now... No, it wouldn't be appropriate. He should wait and see what Wang Fan did first. Their Tuyan Sect would never give up this hard-won earth spirit artifact.

"Senior Brother Wang, should we go up and seize this magical artifact?"

"No, this person is ruthless. Making a rash move might be unjust. Let's see what those guys from the Xuanzong Sect will do first. Besides, although this person has dual spiritual roots, he doesn't have an earth spiritual root, so taking this earth spiritual weapon would be useless to him." Wang Fan stretched out his hand to stop the eye-catching Earth Rock Sect disciple, fearing that he might do something bad in a moment of impulsiveness.

The Earth Rock Sect is located near the Rocky Mountains in northern Yunzhou. The sect mostly accepts disciples with earth spiritual roots, but it also accepts a small number of disciples with other spiritual roots. Therefore, all cultivators of the Earth Rock Sect value every earth-based spiritual artifact.

Xue Wu dragged his battered body to the royal family and handed them the knife.

Mo Kunqi's soldiers stood there at a loss. Although Xue Wu had done their bidding to retrieve the knife, his previous ferocity was evident to all. Now, however, he was all smiles, making him truly unpredictable. They dared not speculate, fearing that he might cause a drastic change in Xue Wu's temperament and lead to another killing spree, which could harm the princess.

Lei Mengying was taken aback, her beautiful eyes filled with awe. She couldn't help but look at Jin Lingjiao, who was somewhat frightened beside her. How romantic it is for one person to protect another! Even though Xue Wu had just killed people without batting an eye, he hadn't shown the slightest fear. She calmly led Jin Lingjiao forward and took the broadsword from him, handing it to Mo Kun.

"Are you still the Xue Wu I know?" Jin Lingjiao clung tightly to Lei Mengying's clothes, unwilling to let go, and began to have some doubts about Xue Wu, who was filled with murderous aura.

Upon hearing this, Xue Wu was stunned, his pupils trembling. He looked at Jin Lingjiao in disbelief, then lowered his head in shame. Despite his inner turmoil, he couldn't utter a word. Perhaps Jin Lingjiao was right; was he still the same person? From this moment on, there was no turning back. Dozens of lives had been lost at his hands, and he even felt a sense of pleasure when he tore Zhao Daniu's arm off alive.

"He really is Junior Brother Xue, how could that be fake?"

Seeing this, Gu Qingcheng and Xu Tao rushed over in a hurry. They glanced at Jin Lingjiao with some dissatisfaction, not expecting her to say such things to Xue Wu. They quickly showed concern for Xue Wu.

"It's alright, I don't care, as long as she's alright," Xue Wu said in a hoarse, resentful voice.

Upon hearing this, Jin Lingjiao was stunned. Memories of her time with Xue Wu flooded her mind, and she realized how incredibly foolish she had been to say such a thing. She quickly went to Xue Wu's side, clinging to his arm affectionately to make up for her mistake.

Seeing this, Xue Wu felt satisfied, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he chuckled. Then he looked up at the beautiful and charming Lei Mengying.

In a daze, some memories that didn't belong to him flashed through his mind. Although they were not clear, he could still vaguely recall a name.

"Shadow..." Xue Wu's eyes welled up with tears without him even realizing it, and the tears fell to the ground.

Upon hearing this, Lei Mengying looked at Xue Wu, whose eyes were wet with tears, with surprise and doubt. She blinked and then asked, "How do you know my name? Do we know each other?" She was puzzled. Although the other party did not say his full name, "Ying" was indeed her nickname. Moreover, everyone present looked at her as he spoke to her, but she racked her brains but could not remember him at all.

Lei Mengying rarely left the palace and did not travel much in the world. She spent most of her time cultivating and practicing martial arts in the palace. She could be described as a homebody. Few people knew her name, but most people knew that she was the Second Princess.

Everyone looked at Xue Wu with the same puzzlement, especially Xu Tao. He knew Xue Wu's situation. They met in Wanhun Valley, which was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the royal family. Moreover, he didn't even know the Second Princess's name. How could Xue Wu, a nobody, have known it back then?

Jin Lingjiao was equally puzzled. Xue Wu had told her that he wasn't from this world, and that he had only been here for three years, two of which he had spent with her. Leaving aside the fact that he was unfamiliar with the place and whether he could even survive in the first year, he didn't even know anything about this world, so how could he possibly know a princess? An unrealistic thought suddenly popped into her mind: Xue Wu was attracted by her beauty, and the name he blurted out just happened to be the one she guessed correctly.

What puzzled Jin Lingjiao was that, although she was not as beautiful as Lei Mengying, she was not bad either. She suddenly looked at the two slightly undulating mounds on Lei Mengying's body and then looked at the two full peaks on Lei Mengying's body, which formed a stark contrast.

She was instantly enraged, gritted her teeth, and pinched Xue Wu's wound hard.

The intense pain brought Xue Wu back to his senses. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, glanced at Lei Mengying again, and shook his head, saying, "I don't recognize her, but she feels incredibly familiar."

"Familiar?" Lei Mengying was taken aback, then carefully observed Xue Wu, searching for the familiarity he was referring to.