Chapter 1689 Kunlun Mountain

Yao Qian said with a bitter expression, “I don’t even have 2 million gold coins.”

“You don’t have this, you don’t have that. Who gave you the courage to kick down someone’s door?” Ye Bufan waved his hand again, “Beat him for me!”

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it, let me do it!”

As an excited voice rang out, Dongfang Huizhong rushed forward first.

She was originally a very combative woman, but just now, due to her father-in-law’s presence, she didn’t feel comfortable making a move, but now she really couldn’t hold back.

Dongfang Huizhong raised her leg, and her ten-centimeter high heels stomped hard on Yao Qian’s lower abdomen, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks.

“Oh no, stop hitting me, I really don’t have money…”

At this moment, Yao Qian was completely subdued, continuously wailing and begging for mercy.

Seeing that he had been beaten enough, Ye Bufan stopped Dongfang Huizhong, and then reached out to take the Storage Ring from him.

“Alright, get lost. Remember from now on, if you don’t have money, be more low-key!”

After speaking, he kicked Yao Qian out the door.

“You…”

After being beaten like a dog twice in a row and then having his Storage Ring stolen, Yao Qian felt extremely aggrieved.

But now he didn’t dare to say another word. Who knew what else this guy would do? The top priority was to leave here quickly.

He soared into the sky and fled the Imperial Capital in a sorry state.

Seeing Yao Qian’s disappearing back, Ye Bufan’s lips curved into a cold smile. He then scanned the Storage Ring with his Divine Sense, and his expression changed slightly.

Inside were tens of thousands of gold coins, all made of pure gold. Even if nothing else, just this much gold was a huge sum of money.

What was even more surprising was that this guy’s ring also contained nearly a hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones, which were good things for him.

At this moment, Lin Zhentian, who was in the center of the main hall, spoke: “Everyone, the challenge from the Kunlun Immortal Realm has arrived. For the sake of all living beings, this battle is unavoidable.

Who is willing to fight with me? We will depart now. If you are unwilling, there is no compulsion…”

Those who remained in the Changsun Family had already prepared for battle. Soon, everyone reached a consensus and set off for the Goddess Mountain in the Kunlun Immortal Realm.

However, under Lin Zhentian’s advocacy, only Martial Saint and above cultivators departed, as ordinary Disciples had no need to go.

Firstly, they did not have the ability for long-distance flight, and secondly, their cultivation was too low, so going would only be sending themselves to their deaths.

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After a headcount, there were about 30 strong cultivators gathered, but Ye Bufan’s side looked even larger.

Helena, Lucia, plus the members of the Dragon King Palace, totaled as many as fifty or sixty people.

The speed of these strong cultivators was extremely fast. Early the next morning, they arrived at the foot of the West Kunlun Goddess Mountain, and then quickly rested to prepare for the upcoming great battle.

As it approached noon, dozens of figures suddenly appeared on the summit of Goddess Mountain. These people, both male and female, were clearly from the West Kunlun Immortal Realm judging by their attire.

When they saw these people, Lin Zhentian and the others’ expressions became extremely solemn.

Because the aura of these people was simply too powerful. Approximately 50 people were all Imperial Rank cultivators, and more than a dozen had even reached the Peak of the Imperial Rank.

Before this, everyone had speculated about the strength of the Kunlun Immortal Realm, knowing that the opponent was very powerful, but they never expected them to be so strong.

When cultivation reaches the Imperial Rank, there is a huge difference in strength with each higher level. Even ten Late Stage Imperial Rank cultivators are no match for one Peak Imperial Rank cultivator.

And on their side, the strongest were only Late Stage Imperial Rank, about seven or eight people, while the opponent had more than ten Peak Imperial Rank cultivators. How could this battle be fought?

At this time, those from the Kunlun Immortal Realm descended directly from the mountain Peak, appearing before everyone. The three people at the front were an old man with white hair and beard, who was Ninth Elder Xie Lingyun of the Wuji Sect.

To his left was an arrogant middle-aged man, Wang Qi, from the Wang Family.

The one on the right looked relatively younger, around thirty years old, and was Huang Bokai from the Huang Family.

Xie Lingyun arrogantly scanned everyone present: “Do you ants really think you can resist my Kunlun Immortal Realm? It’s simply like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating yourselves!

Now I’ll give you a chance: quickly kneel and surrender, and you can still keep your lives. Otherwise, it will be too late once we start fighting.”

Lin Zhentian stepped forward, his expression resolute, and said, “Absolutely impossible. Since we have come here, there are no cowards among us.”

He had already prepared to die today. Although he knew the opponent was powerful, he would still not yield.

“If you seek death yourselves, then don’t blame others.” Wang Qi said with a sinister expression, “Who among you is Ye Bufan? Who killed Wang Jian? Has he come here today?”

“I am.”

In contrast, Ye Bufan looked relaxed, standing smiling next to Lin Zhentian.

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Huang Bokai said coldly, “Did you also kill Huang Hao and Huang Gan of my Huang Family?”

Ye Bufan said indifferently, “I did indeed kill two useless people named Huang in Xiangxi. They should be the two you mentioned.”

“Boy, you will surely die today!” Huang Bokai looked sharply at the crowd, “Hand over Ye, and then you all kneel and surrender. I can spare your lives, otherwise, no mercy.”

As he spoke, the might of a Peak Imperial Rank cultivator instantly erupted, forcing everyone present to retreat.

“You wish!”

Although Lin Zhentian also retreated seven or eight steps, his expression remained resolute.

“Don’t be delusional. Even if our Secular World is inferior in strength, there are no cowards among us. We will absolutely not bow to your Kunlun Immortal Realm.”

“Hahaha, you spoke too soon.”

Wang Qi burst into wild laughter, “Look, who is that?”

As his voice fell, several figures sped from a distance, led by a middle-aged woman.

After these people arrived, they unhesitatingly stood on the side of the Kunlun Immortal Realm, looking at Lin Zhentian and the others with cold, hostile eyes.

“People from Lingxiao Mountain?”

Great Master Zhishan’s expression changed, “Lingxiao Mountain, you are one of the hidden Sects in the Secular World, and also the head of the Three Mountains. How could you surrender to the Kunlun Immortal Realm?”

It turned out that those who arrived were all strong cultivators from Lingxiao Mountain, led by Lin Bixiao.

“Is it strange?” Lin Bixiao said with a sinister expression, “Lin Zhentian took Ye Bufan and destroyed Yunxia Mountain, killing my son Feng Xiaokuang. Do you think I would still fight alongside him, or sacrifice myself for the ants of the Secular World?

Today, my Lingxiao Mountain has pledged allegiance to the Kunlun Immortal Realm, and we will fight to the death with you all!”

It turned out that Lin Bixiao wanted to seek revenge on Ye Bufan, but felt her own strength was insufficient, so she joined the Kunlun Immortal Realm, with the condition that they help her get revenge.

Lin Zhentian said in a deep voice, “Feng Qianli and Feng Xiaokuang brought it upon themselves. Their deaths were deserved, and no one else is to blame.”

Lin Bixiao said domineeringly, “You’re about to die, yet you still dare to lecture me. I don’t care who is right or wrong, in short, you killed my son, and all of you must die today!”

“How about it? Are you surprised?” Bai Qi laughed wantonly, “Don’t rush, this is just the beginning, the best is yet to come.”

After speaking, he clapped his hands again: “Everyone, come out!”