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Chapter 250 Bloodbath in Blunt Weapon Valley [Part 9]

"Gu Jie...you've lost!" As the dust settled, a figure in purple robes holding a long spear appeared in the huge crater formed by the collapse of the ground.

Feng Ling parted his lips slightly, his Fire-Tipped Spear pointing straight up to the sky, emanating an aura of domineering arrogance.

Not a single step was retreated!

He actually did it!

"You..." The Fire-Tipped Spear collapsed and turned into a stream of silver quicksand. Gu Jie was shocked as he watched the purple-clad man withdraw his hand and slowly leap out of the giant pit.

No young man has ever been able to remain so calm and composed after taking a blow from him head-on.

"This young man is probably no more than twenty years old. With his current cultivation and strength, he is more than capable of ranking among the top on the Human Ranking. His future is limitless!"

Gu Jie's eyes flickered uncertainly. He admired and was amazed by Feng Ling's terrifying talent and potential, but he also secretly glanced at the area a few feet away, where a murderous intent was brewing.

"Gu Jie, you're a man of your word!" A figure moved with lightning speed, landing in front of Feng Ling just as the burly man with a beard was about to take a step forward with murderous intent.

"Feng Tianjue..." Looking at the purple-gold crowned man who suddenly appeared to block him, Gu Jie sighed inwardly. He had thought that this kid couldn't withstand a single blow from him, which led to his carelessness and miscalculation. Now it was impossible for him to kill him.

"Very well, the Seven-Colored Emerging Clam is of little use to me, so I'll give it to you this time! But to be on the safe side, one of them must stay in my valley as a bargaining chip to get my son back!"

Seven-colored light bloomed again in the palm of his large left hand. Gu Jie pulled out the purple-gold hammer with one hand, let out a soft sigh, and suddenly raised the hammer and moved it horizontally, pointing it at the purple-clothed man and the blond man in turn.

Immediately, Gu Jie looked resolutely at Feng Tianjue. Blunt Weapon Valley had already suffered heavy losses, and this was the maximum concession he could make under the pressure from the elders of the valley.

Even a clay figure has some temper; pushing them too hard will backfire. Moreover, the people of Blunt Weapon Valley are no clay figures.

If pushed to the limit, the people of Blunt Weapon Valley will fight to the death. Although Feng Tianjue is fearless, he will inevitably be seriously injured, and the legendary experts of the Jade Purity Sect will also be dragged down and perish here.

Feng Tianjue was clearly aware of this as well, so he frowned as he looked at Feng Ling and the blond man who had approached him, torn between them. He only managed to utter, "You two decide for yourselves," before falling silent.

“I…” Gazing at the dazzling light emanating from the seven-colored gushing clam, Feng Ling took a firm step forward, but his figure was enveloped by a golden light, which only blocked him for a moment.

"Junior Brother Feng, Junior Sister Yuqing is still waiting for your safe return. I'll take care of being the hostage!" With a leap, Wu Ye, carrying the Overlord Blade, threw his head back and laughed heartily.

He actually managed to stop Feng Ling with the golden silk net, thus seizing the initiative and leaping into the encirclement of the Blunt Weapon Valley people, without showing the slightest fear.

"Gold wire mesh..."

"This young man must be Feng Tianjue's second disciple—Ba Dao Wu Ye. He certainly has a great spirit. No wonder the last raid on the Ghost Locking Tower failed!"

The group from Blunt Weapon Valley secretly marveled at the composed blond man who remained calm despite being surrounded. Although they were on opposing sides, Wu Ye's detached mindset and his spirit of caring for his fellow disciples and stepping forward were still worthy of their respect and emulation.

"Your name is Feng Ling, right? From now on, the Seven-Colored Emerging Clam is yours... I hope you will not let it be tarnished!" Gu Jie raised his hand and threw a stream of seven-colored light at the man in purple, his expression complicated.

Although he had previously said that the Emerging Clam was of little use, this treasure had been with him for quite some time, so he naturally had some affection for it.

"Three days from now, at Wanfengtai, where Alchemy and the Cangmang Mountains meet, let's meet there!"

The sound of the Dao resounded, and four streams of light soared into the sky. Before leaving, Feng Tianjue gave Wu Ye a meaningful look, and then his long sword transformed into a fire phoenix.

The fire phoenix flapped its wings and let out a loud cry, carrying the group from the Jade Purity Sect out of the valley. Along the way, countless bloody stench was swept up by the strong wind, forming circles of blurry, hissing blood shadows, like the resentful spirits of the wronged dead, relentlessly chasing after them.

Every time a baby hatches, it's a new beginning!
Life is not sustained by hope; rather, hope arises from perseverance… Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages present a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)