At this moment, retreating would only invite ridicule.

The leader of the No-Dao Cliff team, Zhang Ping, dressed in a dark brocade robe, with a stern face and a deep voice, said, “I ask the two of you to give No-Dao Cliff some face and refrain from interfering for now.”

“Face?” Zhangsun Qian sneered, “That’s a load of crap.”

“Impudent!”

Zhang Ping was furious. This statement was undoubtedly an insult to No-Dao Cliff, and he shouted with a livid face.

“I’d like to see who dares to stop me.”

With that, Zhangsun Qian couldn’t be bothered with more words. She hefted her giant axe and charged at the people of No-Dao Cliff.

Boom—

A great battle was about to erupt, drawing countless onlookers from among the Heaven’s Pride of the same generation.

Zhangsun Qian gripped her giant axe with both hands, looking perfectly natural.

She poured all her strength into it, only thinking of breaking the foundation of this great formation to rescue Wu Junyan.

However, Zhangsun Qian ultimately lacked the strength to stand at the pinnacle of her peers and couldn’t accomplish it.

No-Dao Cliff only sent three people, yet they managed to trap Zhangsun Qian, preventing her from approaching the formation’s foundation.

They seemed to be wary of Zhangsun Fengye standing nearby. The Heaven’s Pride of No-Dao Cliff didn’t dare to go all out against Zhangsun Qian, merely using various methods to entangle her and deliberately delay time.

“Ah!”

Zhangsun Qian shouted, her giant axe smashing towards one of the Heaven’s Pride.

This Heaven’s Pride had already prepared, holding a shield with both hands and blocking the axe.

The stalemate lasted for a while until a powerful pressure came from the west.

The newcomer wore a deep purple robe, a jade pendant hanging from his waist, his long hair tied up, looking heroic and imposing.

He was the Holy Son of the Star-Plucking Tower, named Wan Ling.

“Finally here!”

The people of No-Dao Cliff could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“Holy Son!”

The heavily injured disciples of the Star-Plucking Tower saw their backbone and showed joy.

“A bunch of useless trash.”

Wan Ling looked down at his fellow disciples, cursing coldly.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

With the arrival of the Holy Son of the Star-Plucking Tower, the people of No-Dao Cliff had no need to continue interfering. They immediately repelled Zhangsun Qian, then withdrew the blockade formation and retreated to a safe place.

“The next matter is for your sect to handle.”

Zhang Ping walked up to Wan Ling, cupped his hands, and said.

“Thank you.” Wan Ling nodded slightly, his expression cold and unreadable.

Soon, only Wu Junyan and the people of the Star-Plucking Tower remained in this area.

The other Heaven’s Pride stayed at a distance, watching, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Wu Junyan stopped meditating to heal and slowly stood in the void, with a few obvious bloodstains on his clothes.

“Take her away from here; this matter has nothing to do with her.”

Wu Junyan turned to Zhangsun Fengye and said.

“If you ask for my help, I will step in.”

Zhangsun Fengye said.

Wu Junyan remained silent, not asking for help.

Their relationship wasn’t that close, and Wu Junyan wasn’t someone who liked to bow his head.

Some things, you have to face yourself.

“Sister, let’s go.” Zhangsun Fengye flashed in front of Zhangsun Qian and said, “He said we don’t need to help.”

“I’m not leaving!”

Zhangsun Qian was stubborn.

“You and he are not on the same path.”

Zhangsun Fengye said.

“I’ve chosen him, and I won’t regret it. If I leave today, I will never be at peace for the rest of my life.”

No matter what, Zhangsun Qian refused to leave.

“Sigh!” Zhangsun Fengye sighed softly, helpless against his sister.

If Wu Junyan really became his brother-in-law, Zhangsun Fengye would solve these troubles without a second thought. But the two were at most acquaintances, both proud and with unique ways of doing things, without enough reason to intervene.

“I’m used to being alone; I don’t need your help. Leave.”

Wu Junyan looked at Zhangsun Qian, his attitude firm.

“Not leaving.” Zhangsun Qian was also straightforward; if she said she wouldn’t leave, she wouldn’t.

The Holy Son of the Star-Plucking Tower, standing high above, couldn’t stand it anymore. With his hands behind his back, he said coldly, “I have no time to watch you flirt. You killed my Star-Plucking Tower disciples; this debt cannot be easily erased. If you don’t want to die, then follow my orders. First, hand over what you have; second, kneel and apologize.”

“Heh.”

Hearing this, Wu Junyan laughed, his eyes filled with mockery.

It was the people of the Star-Plucking Tower who wanted to kill and rob, leading to this outcome, yet they blamed Wu Junyan. It was simply laughable.

However, there were many ridiculous things in this world, nothing surprising.

In this world, only fists are the truth.

The Star-Plucking Tower was one of the thirty-six top sects in the Imperial Province. The current Holy Son was an extremely powerful evildoer, with both background and strength at the top, naturally proud.

“If you want to fight, then fight. Stop talking nonsense.”

Wu Junyan held a three-foot sword, completely ignoring his injuries, ready to fight again.

“I don’t want to fight an injured person. If word gets out, they’ll say I bullied you.” Wan Ling’s face was cold, his voice carrying a hint of chill, “What I just said is your best choice.”

“Arrogant fool, who do you think you are?”

Before Wu Junyan could retort, Chen Qingyuan, who had hurried over, appeared and shouted loudly.

To get here as quickly as possible, Chen Qingyuan hadn’t rested for a moment on the way.

Luckily, he arrived in time.

“I am the Holy Son of the Star-Plucking Tower. Who are you?”

Wan Ling looked at the suddenly appearing Chen Qingyuan, his eyes flashing with a cold light. The temperature around him suddenly dropped, as if a few pieces of frost had formed.

“Northern Wilderness, Chen Qingyuan.” As he spoke, he pointed to the injured Wu Junyan, “He is my brother.”

In the entire world, only Chen Qingyuan could truly earn Wu Junyan’s trust.

Although Chen Qingyuan had broken their duel agreement a few times, Wu Junyan still believed in him. This feeling of trust couldn’t be described in words, like an invisible bond between the two.

“So what?”

Chen Qingyuan? Who’s that? Never heard of him.

Wan Ling had high standards and never actively investigated the Heaven’s Pride from other regions outside the Imperial Province. Therefore, he had no understanding of Chen Qingyuan.

“If you touch him, you touch me.” Chen Qingyuan exuded a suffocating pressure, his voice seemingly coming from the depths of the underworld, carrying a few strands of bone-chilling coldness, “Even if you are the Holy Son of the Star-Plucking Tower, don’t think you can leave here alive. If you don’t believe me, you can try.”

Wow—

The onlookers were in an uproar. Seeing someone dare to threaten the Holy Son of the Star-Plucking Tower face-to-face, they found it hard to stay calm.

Hearing these words, Wu Junyan couldn’t help but feel a trace of warmth in his heart.

However, Wu Junyan still wanted to handle it alone and didn’t want to drag Chen Qingyuan into the vortex, “Brother Chen, you…”

“Shut up, don’t say anything polite to me.”

Chen Qingyuan knew Wu Junyan’s character too well. Before he could finish, he interrupted him.

At this moment, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, and a great battle could break out at any moment.