Ye Jietang's hands were hanging by his sides, and a faint gleaming light lingered around him. It was not due to Ronan's coldness, but rather an aura of immortality, like an immortal who had come from nowhere.
Everyone's eyes were shining with all kinds of envy.
"My granddaughter is naturally very good. You don't need to remind me of this. But you, a fifth-level peak Holy Spirit Master, brought your 30,000 disciples to besiege this small Zhenhuang City and bully the weak. What's the point?"
Ye Jietang sneered.
"Okay, okay! It seems that your Qingyun Sect and Liusha Island have already communicated with each other a long time ago. I didn't expect that I, as smart as I am, would fall into your trap." Ronan was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"You have the leisure to talk to me about this, why not get rid of these poison-tailed wasps." Ye Jietang glanced at the messy battlefield below. Bloody corpses or corpses of poison-tailed wasps were everywhere in the city. It was a mess.
Ronan led 30,000 disciples in an aggressive manner, but was reduced to less than half by the nearly 10,000 poison-tailed wasps. Originally, with the strength of the Luofu Sect, it would not be possible to deal with this group of poison-tailed wasps.
They ended up in such a tragic end just because they were disturbed by Long Qingyue, which messed up their momentum and lost their confidence.
Looking at the disciples below who suffered heavy casualties, Ronan could no longer care about anything else and rushed towards the swarm of bees below. His spiritual power spread out like waves, and countless poison-tailed bees were killed one after another.
Ye Jietang curled his lips in a very good mood, moved towards the city wall.
"Xiaoyue, are you okay?" Fortunately, he arrived in time, and at the critical moment, he used the spiritual light shield to block 70% of her power.
"Grandpa, I'm fine. Most of the power was blocked by your defensive light shield." Long Qingyue smiled lightly.
Everyone on the city wall looked at the majestic Luofu Zongsha and fled in all directions like a bereaved dog. They felt that they were in a very good mood and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
After Ronan and others finished killing all the poison-tailed wasps, there were only less than 10,000 troops left out of 30,000.
Ronan roared angrily, his eyes blood red, "I swear I won't be a human until I kill you!"
Ye Jietang smiled and said: "Old Weird Yin, don't think that you are the only one with people from the Luofu Sect. Our Qingyun Sect is not a vegetarian either. Look at the back."
There was a faint sound of wind and the sound of hooves between the sky and the earth. As the sound got louder and louder, the earth began to tremble.
Ronan looked back and saw a green flag with the word 'leaf' written on it slowly appearing on the horizon. There were crowds of people. He saw countless people wearing tight robes from the Qingyun Sect galloping towards them on war horses with the sound of thunderous hooves.
,dusty.
Countless Qingyun Sect disciples came and surrounded him layer upon layer.
Ronan's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth with hatred, "I, Ronan, have remembered today's humiliation and blood feud. Just wait and see!"
After that, he led the disabled disciples and turned around to leave.
"Sect Master, you can't just let them go like this!" Elder Luo cried out sadly.
"Shut up!" Ronan was already suffocating his anger. He turned around and slapped Elder Luo on the face, "Don't even look at what's going on!"
Elder Luo immediately fell silent, and the resentment in his eyes became even stronger.
"This hatred will never end." Ronan clenched his fists bitterly, snorted coldly, and left, but his slightly arched body seemed to become more and more rickety.
After watching the Ronan people leave in disgrace and embarrassment, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect who came on horseback from a distance finally arrived at the city wall, but there were only hundreds of them.
