The yellow ox roared, and after bringing up Ye Qingtian, he fled like mad towards the outside of Yan Mountain.
“Senior Niu, you can’t leave!”
“The Sword Saint and the Fist King are still here.”
“Even if you have to leave, take them with you.”
Ye Qingtian was filled with anxiety.
Although he had many discordant opinions with the Sword Saint and the Fist King and the others.
However, after decades of friendship and having fought side by side as comrades, for Ye Qingtian to watch his brothers back then die like this, he naturally couldn’t bear it in his heart!
But Huang Niu didn’t care about any of that.
“Cut the f*cking crap!”
“You’re just standing around talking.”
“It’s easy for you to say, what if my old ox dies here?”
“Besides, those two guys aren’t from Jiangdong, what do I care if they die?”
“If I wasn’t afraid I wouldn’t be able to give an explanation to that dangling hair of Ye Fan, you and I wouldn’t have saved!”
Huang Niu said without a good mood as he ran.
“Senior Niu, I know your skills.”
“You didn’t use your full strength at all.”
“If you bring out your bottom card, you wouldn’t necessarily be unable to defeat that Chu Yuan!”
Ye Qingtian had watched the battle just now from the beginning to the end.
Huang Niu and Chu Yuan could be said to have fought each other back and forth.
Even before Chu Yuan used his cards, Huang Niu still had the upper hand.
It was only after Chu Yuan used his Cloud Dao Heavenly Jedi that Huang Niu fell into a disadvantage.
However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this Yellow Ox had not even used his full strength to fight Chu Yuan.
Throughout, he was only thinking about how to run away.
If Huang Niu had also put up a desperate fight, he would not necessarily have been unable to defeat Chu Yuan.
“Get the hell out of here, will you?”
“I’m not a relative or a wife, why should my old ox play for you?”
“It’s good enough to get you out, what, you still want my old bull to fight for you guys?”
“It’s fine if you win, but what if you die?”
“Wouldn’t I be at a big loss?”
“Cut the crap!”
“If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll kick you down too!”
The others respected the God of War, but the Yellow Ox was clearly not polite.
It cursed back at all of Ye Qingtian’s suggestions.
Wanting its old bull to play for the Yan Xia people?
Don’t even think about it!
The Yellow Ox would never do a deal that would lose money.
“b*****d!”
“Don’t let me see you again!”
“Otherwise, I’ll kill your 18 generations of ancestors!”
At this time, Chu Yuan’s voice came from behind him, furious to the core.
After the Yellow Bull took away the War God, Chu Yuan frantically chased after him for hundreds of miles.
However, the Yellow Bull was too fast.
Chu Yuan, in turn, chased further and further away, and had no choice but to give up first.
After roaring in anger, he turned his head and returned to Yan Mountain.
“How about it, Yan Xia martial artists, are they all settled?”
Ye Qingtian and Huang Niu had both run away, and now Yanshan was without any warriors.
Andromeda had also finished cleaning up the battlefield with the Chu Sect’s men.
At this moment, Chu Yuan asked in a deep voice with a gloomy old face.
Ande Man’s face turned slightly white, “Sect Master, just now by that beast, a large number of Yan Xia martial artists have fled, and I have sent people around to chase them down.”
“Rubbish!” When Chu Yuan heard that the Yanxia martial artists had even fled, he was furious and incited Ande Man out of here with a slap.
Ande Man spat blood and flew backwards for dozens of metres, but eventually still obediently climbed up and kneeled at Chu Yuan’s feet to beg for his sins.
“What about those two seals of Yan Xia, did they escape as well?” Chu Yuan continued to ask.
Anderman hurriedly replied, “No!”
“My subordinates have sealed the two’s cultivation to prevent them from violating themselves, and they are now imprisoned within the Martial God Hall, waiting for the Old Sect Master to deal with them.”
Only when Chu Yuan heard this did the expression on his face relax for a few moments.
This time, the siege on Yan Mountain was expected to sweep away the Martial God Hall with a decisive force.
But unexpectedly, the result was that Chu Yuan had made an extremely difficult situation.
Not only did he let the War God and the rest of Yan Xia escape, but he also received two whips from that dead cow.
Even now, the two whip marks on Chu Yuan’s face were still painful.
“This bloody beast!”
“What the hell is its origin?”
“There is still such a monster hidden within Yanxia?”
Thinking back to that yellow cow just now, while Chu Yuan was angry, he was also full of doubts.
Curious about the origin of that cow, and even more curious about that dead cow, what was the connection with Jiangdong.
Could it be that it had something to do with that old woman from Fenghai?
Chu Yuan couldn’t figure this out, so he didn’t think about it anymore.
He asked Anderman to take him to meet the Sword Saint and Fist King duo.
“Chu Yuan, you evil thief!”
“You have done much evil, you will suffer retribution!”
Inside the Martial God Hall, the Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor were both tied to the stone pillars.
The two men were heavily injured and had long been dying of breath.
If their dantian hadn’t been sealed with a special method by the Chu Sect’s people, it was estimated that the two of them would have chosen to do the same as Tang Hao and just violate themselves.
“Haha…”
“Retribution?”
“Can anyone give me retribution?”
“God?”
“It won’t take long for this heaven and earth to trap me, so what qualifications does this mere heaven have to judge me, Chu Yuan?”
Chu Yuan laughed wantonly as he stood there, looking down at these two people at his feet.
“Kill us.”
“We will not surrender to the Chu Sect.”
The Sword Saint’s demeanour was self-effacing.
The Martial God Hall had been overthrown, and he and the Fist Emperor had been reduced to prisoners of their rank.
The Sword Saint’s heart was already dead, and all he wanted now was to die, and to avoid living in this world to be humiliated.
“Sooner or later, I will send you all away.”
“But not yet.”
“Right now, you two, you are still of use to me.” Chu Yuan had no intention of executing them both immediately.
“Don’t be presumptuous.”
“The two of us are not going to tell you anything.”
“Keeping us is also useless.”
The Sword Saint spoke in a cold voice.
Chu Yuan snorted, “You old thing, you are quite temperamental.”
“However, don’t worry, I don’t need you guys to tell me anything either.”
“As long as you guys live, that’s enough.”
“If what I expect is right, Ye Qingtian and the others, they should have fled to Jiangdong.”
“You said that if I were to take the two of you with me, I would go and attack Jiangdong.”
“Those martial artists of Yanxia, would they still dare to fight back?”
“As the saying goes, holding the Son of Heaven hostage will make the va*sals command.”
“With you two Hall Masters in my hands, won’t the rest of those remaining Yanxia remnants have to meekly fold their arms and be captured?”
Chu Yuan grinned grimly.
When the two Sword Saints and Fist Emperors heard this, they became anxious then.
“You are despicable!”
“I would rather die than to give the two of you as hostages!”
The two Sword Saints and Fist Emperors had been in the limelight all their lives and had always been regarded as venerable masters by the martial practitioners of Yanxia.
At the thought that Chu Yuan was going to take the two of them as hostages to Jiangdong like dogs.
Such a strange humiliation was undoubtedly worse than killing them.
Earlier, the War God had advised the two of them to go to Jiangdong, but why did they not go.
A big reason was that they had no face to go to Jiangdong!
After all, back then, it was the two of them who made the decision not to save Ye Fan.
It could be said that Ye Fan was also forced to die by the two of them.
They were sorry to the Jiangdong fathers and mothers.
Naturally, they had even less face, to seek refuge from the sons of Jiangdong.
Of course, they also did not want, for those descendants of Ye Fan’s disciples, to see the two of them in such a sorry state.
Therefore, they would rather die than go with the God of War.
But now, Chu Yuan wanted to take the two of them over.
One could imagine that the two of them, the Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor, were devastated inside.
But how could Chu Yuan pay any heed to their anger.
“Yanshan has fallen, and Yanxia has been destroyed.”
“Clean up the battlefield and make repairs for now.”
“In three days, follow me and enter Jiangdong!”
“In addition, investigate Chu Tianfan’s forces in Yanjing before he was born, but anyone who has any relationship with Chu Tianfan will be killed, and the roots will be eradicated!”
Chu Yuan gave his final instructions.
This time, the reason why Chu Yuan had personally conquered Yanxia.
The biggest reason was Jiangdong!
At the same time, his greatest scruple was also in Jiangdong.
“Old fellow, I hope that this time, you won’t come back to cause trouble.”
Chu Yuan lifted his head you, thousands of miles away, and looked in the direction of Jiangdong.
There, there was an old woman, sitting quietly in the middle of an ancient mansion.
As if, it was waiting for something.