"Kid, you are too arrogant! You had a chance to leave earlier, at least you could have shaken off most of the Qi Cultivation Realm cultivators here, but you still thought of entering 'Sang Tree Ridge' for guerrilla warfare. I must commend your courage!"
The thin man in rough clothes approached, sneering continuously.
"Young friend, if you surrender, we can preserve your corpse and let you die a bit more comfortably."
The woman in red chuckled, her bright eyes sizing up Li Yunjing from head to toe, as if trying to see what was extraordinary about this pretty boy who could have a bounty of 300,000 low grade spirit stones placed on his head.
On the other side of the village, a young master-like figure, accompanied by nine Qi Cultivation Great Perfection cultivators and hundreds of others, formed a fan-shaped encirclement.
Attacked from both sides, completely surrounded, even if Li Yunjing had wings, it would be hard to fly away from here!
"Thirteen Flying Eagles?"
