The disciples’ expressions changed, and they immediately started trembling; being able to stand up and speak was already the limit of their courage, and now they had no idea what to do.

"Hmph, if you dare lay a hand on us, my father won’t let you off!" At this moment, Yuan Qingning suddenly stood up and said proudly to the three middle-aged men.

The three middle-aged men were stunned for a moment; Yuan Qingning thought they were scared and immediately raised her swan-like neck in pride.

"Heh heh, I want this girl, the rest are yours." The bearded middle-aged man in the middle chuckled, a lewd glint flashing in his eyes.

"No, I want this girl, the others are yours, whatever."

The other clean-faced middle-aged man spoke up as well.

All three of them were Martial Artists, drifting around this region, and when they heard Panwu Land was opening, they rushed over too.

But they weren’t here for the inheritance of Panwu Land; they were only here to lie in wait and rob people, not just for Elixirs and money, but to seize women while they were at it.

The three of them were very shrewd as well; they knew who the real experts were and who they couldn’t provoke. Faced with a group of youngsters like this, they were completely unafraid.

Hearing the three actually discuss who got to have her, Yuan Qingning was so furious her body trembled slightly. She was just about to speak when she suddenly saw a figure dart out and block in front of her.

"Seniors, we’re willing to hand over all of our Elixirs and money; please, just let us go, all right?" The person was Kuang Xuan; he clasped his fists and spoke politely to the three.

"Tch, useless. If Brother Lu He were here, he would’ve already taken them down with a direct strike."

Yuan Qingning muttered in a low voice.

Kuang Xuan’s body trembled, but he still stood in front, staring at the three middle-aged men before him.

"Get lost. What the hell are you to bargain with your granddaddy!" The thick-browed middle-aged man snorted coldly, his broadsword gleaming with cold light. "Hand everything over, then obediently send out all the women!"

"Senior!"

Kuang Xuan called out.

"Who the hell is your senior? Get lost!" The thick-browed middle-aged man gave a cold snort and slashed his blade toward Kuang Xuan.

The broadsword radiated a soul-chilling cold light, terrifying and grim in the Hei Ye.

Kuang Xuan wanted to pull back and dodge, but Yuan Qingning was right behind him; he couldn’t move aside.

With no choice, Kuang Xuan could only take the initiative to strike; his paired iron fists roared like tigers as they smashed fiercely toward the middle-aged man’s chest.

"Peak Warrior!" The middle-aged man took a step back and revealed a cold smile. "Your cultivation isn’t bad."

He himself was a Peak Warrior. This Kuang Xuan wasn’t yet thirty; he was already over forty. Their talents were worlds apart.

But in battle, no one cares about your talent.

"Leave the rest to me."

The other short middle-aged man also lunged over, attacking the remaining youngsters. He held no weapon; just one Iron Sand Palm already carried tremendous, irresistible power.

Ye Qingfeng and Luan Wusheng were still sitting off to the side. Behind Ye Qingfeng happened to be an old tree; he sat on the ground, leaning against the tree, as if completely unaware of the battle raging not far away.

Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense could clearly sense that this short middle-aged man was also a Peak Warrior; beating these Thousand Extremes Sect disciples was far too easy for him.

Seeing his junior brothers injured, Kuang Xuan’s heart tightened; he wanted to go help, but he was firmly pinned down by the thick-browed middle-aged man and couldn’t free himself at all.

The man’s blade howled with cold gleams, his offense wide open and fierce, powerful beyond compare, and this thick-browed middle-aged man had combat experience in abundance, leaving Kuang Xuan unable to relax for even a moment.

As for the last bearded Big man, his gaze was the coldest. He stared at Yuan Qingning with a chilling look, lewdness flaring in his eyes.

Seeing this, fear finally surged up in Yuan Qingning’s heart; especially when her gaze met his, her heart trembled even more.

She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t help looking toward Ye Qingfeng’s direction, only to see that young man still sitting on the ground, leaning against the old tree, acting as if this battle had nothing to do with him.

"That bastard, he’s really a piece of trash!"

Yuan Qingning fumed inwardly. Earlier, when Kuang Xuan thought they were ordinary people, he’d rushed up anxiously to save him.

This guy was unwilling to spare even a single piece of meat; now that they’d run into this battle, he acted like it had nothing to do with him whatsoever.

Ungrateful!

"If I’d known, I wouldn’t have let Kuang Xuan save this bastard. If we die, does he really think he can still cling to life?"

The more Yuan Qingning thought about it, the angrier she got, forgetting that she had never actually wanted Kuang Xuan to save them; Kuang Xuan had rushed out on his own.

"Boom!"

The short middle-aged man sent the last disciple flying with a single palm, blood spraying from the disciple’s mouth. After his body was blasted away, aside from Kuang Xuan and Yuan Qingning, every member of the Thousand Extremes Sect lay on the ground.

The bearded middle-aged man’s face twisted into a lewd grin as he walked slowly toward Yuan Qingning. This woman was the prettiest; he wanted to enjoy her first.

"Don’t you come any closer. If you dare touch me, my father won’t let you off. He’s the Sect Master of our Thousand Extremes Sect!"

Yuan Qingning’s voice trembled slightly as she shouted.

She was finally scared now, her heart filled with boundless terror. All the disciples around her were injured, Kuang Xuan was being held back, and there was no one left who could help her.

She drew her Longsword, but had no courage to act. Seeing the bearded Big man stride toward her with a cold smile, the Longsword in her hand trembled slightly.

"Heh heh, resist all you want; I love forcing proud women like you the most." The bearded middle-aged man only grew more excited as he spoke.

Yuan Qingning’s body shuddered. She suddenly turned to Ye Qingfeng and shouted loudly, "Ye Qingfeng, why aren’t you helping? Don’t you understand that if the lips are gone, the teeth grow cold? If something happens to us, you can forget about living too!"

Ye Qingfeng and Luan Wusheng were not far away. Ye Qingfeng lifted his head slightly, but remained unmoved.

"You ungrateful idiot!" Yuan Qingning shouted in agitation.

Ye Qingfeng’s heart was icy cold. This Yuan Qingning had never shown him the slightest kindness; she was far too full of herself.

"Big Brother, there are more people!" The short middle-aged man looked over as well, his voice tinged with surprise.

They hadn’t noticed at all that there were still two people just a short distance away.

The bearded Big man’s eyes flickered, then he said coldly, "Doesn’t matter who they are, just kill them."

Unease stirred in his heart. With an old man like Luan Wusheng present, with their cultivation, bullying these youngsters—no matter how talented—was something they were fully confident in.

But when it came to an old monster who’d been cultivating for decades, things became uncertain; they had no idea what level of strength Luan Wusheng possessed.

"Yes."

The short middle-aged man didn’t hesitate. He immediately flew forward, heading straight to kill Ye Qingfeng.

He decided to finish off this young man first, then deal with that old fellow, so he wouldn’t have to split his focus.

(A note: the previous Chapters were replaced; there were no duplicate charges.)