Jiang Wuyuan raised his head, and half of the mask on his face gleamed in the sunlight.

"If you want to kill the Wood Spirit Clan, then come and fight."

Having witnessed Jiang Wuyuan's strength, the young man naturally did not think he was just a simple Martial King.

"We at Chaofeng Pavilion do our work, and we hope you will do us a favor and not interfere." The young man narrowed his eyes, attempting to use the name of Chaofeng Pavilion as a threat.

While Chaofeng Pavilion may not have the same profound foundation as the four super powers that dominate the continent, it is by no means an ordinary small sect. It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years in the Southern Region.

If it were someone else, they would probably seriously consider whether or not to offend the Phoenix Pavilion for the sake of the Wood Spirit Clan.

However, Jiang Wuyuan was not from this era, and he didn't know much about even the four super powers.

As for Chaofeng Pavilion? What is that?

What does it have to do with him?

So Jiang Wuyuan repeated the sentence again: "If you want to mess with the Wood Spirit Clan, then come and fight."

The young man squinted.

He only brought one sixth-level cultivator this time, and the Flame Burst Talisman had no effect at all. The advantage is not on his side now.

But he was unwilling to give up now.

The Wood Spirit King is a creature that their Phoenix Pavilion has been capturing for nearly a thousand years, but unfortunately, they have never succeeded in obtaining it.

Now he was ready to come again, thinking he was about to get what he wanted, but then a 'Cheng Yaojin' suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

"You're doing this for nothing more than money and treasure," the young man thought for a long time, then smirked. "I'll offer five million gold coins in exchange for you pretending you didn't see this. How about it?"

His response was a golden sword aura that came straight at him.

The sword, imbued with a chilling intent, scraped against people's faces, causing a sharp pain.

The sword energy wasn't very strong; the young man simply raised his hand to block it.

But he knew that this was not really meant to attack him, but rather to show the attitude of the black-clad swordsman in front of him.

—Don't even think about it.

This was the first time the young man had ever been so disrespected, yet he still harbored some apprehension.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with undisguised ruthlessness as he swept over the group of Wood Spirits standing behind Jiang Wuyuan: "Hmph. You're lucky this time."

Let's go!

As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly disappeared a thousand meters away.

The sixth-level cultivator who was still fighting Mu Lingtang took a step back when he saw this scene, and then left.

Mu Lingtang breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that all the humans opposite had gone far away, he finally had the opportunity to openly examine the boy standing in mid-air in front of him.

He stood tall and straight, like a pine tree.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind. Although she wore a mask and her face was not visible, her overall demeanor suggested that she was not someone easy to get along with.

Having lived in the world for a thousand years, Mu Lingtang knows a lot.

It was grateful to the human swordsman for helping them through their difficulties, but it was also wary of whether he was also after the Wood Spirit King.

"Thank you, sir. May I ask if you have any ancestral connection with the Wood Spirit Clan?"

Jiang Wuyuan glanced at the aged-looking Wood Spirit Clan member: "No."

Upon hearing this, Mu Lingtang sighed softly, "If you wish to find the Wood Spirit King, you will likely be disappointed."