Chapter 54

The Purple-Clothed Marquis nodded and walked forward directly: "Then wait until you are famous before coming to spar with me."

"You cannot pass!"

Lei Wujie blocked in front of the Purple-Clothed Marquis again: "The item belongs to Snow Moon City; no one can snatch it away!"

"Since you say the item belongs to Snow Moon City, as a disciple of the Lei family, do you also intend to manage Snow Moon City's affairs?"

The Purple-Clothed Marquis looked coldly at Lei Wujie.

At this moment.

Even he had a bit of a headache.

Although the three young people blocking him in front of him had at most reached the Free Earth Realm.

But he couldn't kill a single one of them.

Whether it was Sikong Qianluo, Tang Lian, or this Lei Wujie who arrived later, none of them had a simple background.

They were either second-generation martial artists or second-generation officials.

Or both!

Especially this Lei Wujie; although he said he hadn't heard of him, he actually already knew.

The name Lei Wujie was personally given by the current Emperor!

"I came out of the Lei family this time prepared to join Snow Moon City, so Snow Moon City's affairs are my affairs!"

Hearing Lei Wujie's words.

The Purple-Clothed Marquis turned directly to look at the White-Haired Immortal: "White-Haired Immortal, I will hold them off; you go and take the item away!"

He knew that if he didn't deal with these juniors, he clearly wouldn't be able to take the item away.

Although he couldn't kill them.

But holding them off was no problem.

As soon as he finished speaking.

The Purple-Clothed Marquis's figure disappeared directly, and in the next second, he appeared instantly in front of Lei Wujie, slapping out with a palm.

At the same time.

He reached his left hand behind him, and with a light point of the folding fan in his hand, he blocked the long spear Sikong Qianluo had thrust from behind.

Then he saw his figure flash again, blocking the path of Tang Lian, who wanted to stop the White-Haired Immortal.

Boom!!

Just at this moment, Lei Wujie, who had been sent flying again, suddenly became steaming hot, and his pupils looked as if they had been ignited, emitting a fiery red light.

"Fire Scorching Technique?"

The Purple-Clothed Marquis gave a light exclamation, clearly not expecting that Lei Wujie had even learned the Fire Scorching Technique.

However.

He soon sneered: "The Fire Scorching Technique is burning the fire in one's own heart; at your age and realm, I'm afraid you'll burn your heart meridians and die."

"That's none of your concern!"

Lei Wujie took a step forward, preparing to block the Purple-Clothed Marquis for Tang Lian.

"Sigh, still young after all."

The Purple-Clothed Marquis looked at Lei Wujie and sighed up at the sky: "If a Mortal Diamond Realm could contend with a Carefree Heaven Realm by relying on the Fire Scorching Technique, wouldn't your Lei family have been invincible in the world long ago?"

While speaking.

He waved his folding fan into the air, and purple true energy sprayed out, directly blasting onto Lei Wujie, who was using the Fire Scorching Technique.

Instantly.

Lei Wujie's body was sent flying again.

The Fire Scorching Technique was instantly extinguished, and his pupils, which had originally turned bright red, dimmed instantly.

"How can such an exciting event be missing me, Wushuang!"

Just at this moment.

A slightly childish laugh came from a private room on the second floor.

Immediately after.

A series of soft chants rang out.

"Cloud Shuttle!"

"Light Frost!"

"Jade Ruyi!"

With every soft chant that rang out, a long sword flew out from the private room, shooting toward the Purple-Clothed Marquis at extreme speed.

"Unrivaled Sword Box?"

The Purple-Clothed Marquis was surprised, then smiled faintly.

If the opponent were at the Carefree Heaven Realm, it might pose a threat to him, but judging from the true energy fluctuations on the flying swords, it was clearly someone who had just entered the Free Earth Realm not long ago.

No matter how powerful a weapon is, it depends on whose hands it is in.

He opened the folding fan in his hand and fanned it fiercely at the five long swords flying toward him at high speed.

Instantly.

All five long swords were sent flying.

Watching the White-Haired Immortal who had already rushed out of the door, a trace of excitement flashed in the Purple-Clothed Marquis's eyes.

He had waited a full twelve years.

Finally, he could take the young sect master back to Beyond Heaven.

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