Meanwhile, Sun Muqing and Jiang Lingxuan's convoy had just entered the city center.
Suddenly, the black sedan sped straight up and blocked the Rolls-Royce.
"Hehehe!"
"Just now, I saw quite a few girls in this car!"
"Let's have some fun with them before we take them back!"
Two envoys from Southeast Asia got out of the car with lewd smiles on their faces. Jiang Lingxuan opened the car door and got out.
When Chen Shou'an saw the two Southeast Asian envoys, he was suddenly startled.
"These clothes look so familiar!"
It's them!
"It was these people who injured Mr. Gu!"
A surge of anger welled up inside him.
Both of these Southeast Asian envoys possessed peak strength at the seventh level of the Kaiyuan realm, comparable to Chen Shou'an.
"Miss Jiang! Be careful, these people know black magic!"
Chen Shouan stared at the two men warily.
"Patriarch Chen, our Nanyang Sacred Altar kindly sought to win over your Chen family, but you are ungrateful!"
"That brat has already been killed by the Blood Fiend Elder!"
"You'll probably never see him again!"
"When our Nanyang Sacred Altar marches into Nanjiang, the first family we'll target is your Chen family!"
"Kneel down now and accept the decree of the altar!"
"I will then enshrine you as a sacred altar and grant you supreme power!"
One of the elderly men stood high above, hands behind his back, awaiting Chen Shou'an's reply.
"Pooh!"
"You want my Chen family to be your lackeys? Dream on!"
"Mr. Ye will definitely come back!"
"But I will kill you all before he returns!"
"Whoosh!" Chen Shouan was the first to rush out.
The smiles on the faces of the two envoys from Southeast Asia vanished completely, replaced by extreme gloom.
"Chen Shou'an! You dare to court death!"
"Chirp chirp!"
One of them brandished a dagger; the dagger was jet black, as if stained with blood.
Another person waved his hand and pulled out a "soul-summoning banner." Instantly, a cacophony of ghostly wails and howls filled the air.
"My soul-summoning banner recently collected a thousand remnant souls!"
These thousand remnant souls are the young boys and girls killed during the blood offering to refine the evil art.
At the moment of their deaths, each of these people carried immense resentment, and their vengeful spirits greatly amplified the power of the "Soul-Summoning Banner."
A hissing sound, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, rushed towards Chen Shou'an.
Chen Shouan was shocked: "How vicious!"
He struck out with his palm, sidestepped, and narrowly avoided the black dagger, while dozens of souls, accompanied by shrill screams, came rushing towards him.
"Go to hell!"
"Once you're dead, your Chen family will be nothing more than puppets of my Nanyang Holy Altar!"
"I will collect all their wronged souls into my soul-summoning banner!"
Another altar messenger wore a strange smile.
"puff!"
The attack came so fast that in an instant, Chen Shou'an felt his soul tremble, and his mind seemed to be flooded with thousands of tragic and wronged souls.
This is a soul attack, which is very difficult to avoid, unless the martial artist's strength is far greater than that of these two Southeast Asian envoys.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to withstand the attack of the soul-summoning banner.
In a single exchange, Chen Shouan was already spitting blood and seriously injured.
"I never expected that someone practicing demonic arts would appear within the borders of the Dragon Kingdom!"
"The Nanyang Sacred Altar, is that right?"
"Dare to appear before us? The ancient martial arts sects have the right to kill you!"
Jiang Lingxuan took a step forward, her palms swirling with wisps of cold air.
What? Ancient martial arts sects?
Is this woman from an ancient martial arts sect?
The two altar envoys were completely dumbfounded!
"You're from an ancient martial arts sect?" They never expected that Jiang Lingxuan would come from an ancient martial arts sect.
Jiang Lingxuan exuded a cold and terrifying killing intent.
The chill made the two Nanyang envoys feel as if they were in Antarctica.
A thick layer of frost quickly formed on the ground beneath their feet.
"Kill him!"
Ignoring everything else, the two had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward.
Hundreds of remnant souls flew out in a mighty, overwhelming mass, like vengeful ghosts.
Jiang Lingxuan leaped into the air, thrusting out both palms simultaneously.
The overwhelming pressure of heaven and earth, carrying a terrifying palm wind, seemed to shatter the void.
The cold air even froze the soul-summoning banner.
"Ya ya ya!"
Along with the hundreds of remnant souls, they were actually eroded by this cold energy and turned into nothingness.
"What happened?"
The altar envoy's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat; his summoning banner had become completely ineffective.
They underestimated Jiang Lingxuan's strength from beginning to end.
That's incredible!
The ancient martial arts masters of the Dragon Kingdom are incredibly powerful!
"escape!"
The two of them immediately took off running.
Two palm strikes landed half a meter away from the two men, sending them flying instantly.
The two coughed up blood, staring in terror at Jiang Lingxuan behind them.
Suddenly, with a "thud," the two of them bumped into a figure.
When they looked up, they saw a familiar face.
"Night... Night wind!"
How are you still alive?
"What about the Blood Fiend Offering?"
One of the two altar messengers stumbled and nearly collapsed to the ground in fright.
"I'm alive? Are you surprised?"
"Blood Fiend Offering?"
"Is that the skeleton man I just killed with one palm strike?"
One sentence was enough to make the two men tremble and their eyes darted around.
The Blood Fiend Offering! Dead!
This kid actually killed the Blood Fiend Elder!
My God! The Blood Fiend Elder has already reached the ninth level of the Opening Realm, yet he still didn't kill this kid!
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