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The battle intent was restrained, but a murderous aura filled the air.

She stood there, in a sea of red.

Although her face was delicate and pretty, there was a murderous aura flashing in her eyes.

This baleful aura was not only the power of heaven and earth drawn by a Heaven Realm late-stage Nascent Soul Realm expert, but it also came from the might of the army that controlled hundreds of thousands of soldiers and fought in battles.

She was one of the few female generals in the Red Flame Army, one of the commanders of the Central Continent’s Southern Wasteland army, the Phoenix Aid General, Xiao Yueli.

Han Muye had used the trading company to investigate this general.

The Xiao family was a big family in the Central Continent Imperial City. There were many officials and generals in the family.

The head of the Xiao family, Xiao Lingshan, was one of the three major generals of the Red Flame Army in the dynasty. He controlled hundreds of thousands of personal guards of the Red Flame Army and was on duty in the Imperial City.

Xiao Yueli’s elder brother was an imperial censor, and his cultivation in Confucianism had reached the Grandmaster Realm.

Of course, the Mystic Sun Guards’ Qian Yiming was also from a big family in the Imperial City and had a deep background.

Otherwise, why would Qian Yiming compete with Butcher Lu?

When Xiao Yueli and Gao Changgong arrived, the demons immediately lost their nerve and retracted their phantoms.

“Gao Changgong, you don’t want to return to the Nine Mystic Mountain in the Southern Wasteland, right?

“I’ve already relied on my own efforts to step into the Heaven Realm. How are you?”

Patriarch Tao Ran emphasized the words ‘relied on my own efforts’.

Gao Changgong smiled respectfully without speaking.

Beside him, Xiao Yueli, who had a cold expression, snorted coldly. The blood energy around her vibrated.

An indescribable oppressive force pressed down on the Western Frontier fleet.

Han Muye stood at the bow and shook his head. He took a step forward and bowed to Gao Changgong. “Han Muye greets Elder Gao and General Xiao.”

Gao Changgong smiled and nodded at Han Muye.

“You know me?” Xiao Yueli turned to Han Muye, and a cold force that seemed to penetrate her body instantly pressed down.

“At the foot of the Nine Mystic Mountain, when Elder Gao wanted to fight to the death, he told me that when I entered the Central Continent, I had to tell a woman called Xiao Yueli that Gao Changgong really wanted to let go of everything and follow her.

“It must be Xiao Yueli who can make Elder Gao let go of the important matters in the Western Frontier.”

Han Muye cupped his hands and spoke loudly.

At this moment, all the cultivators on the flying ships of the Western Frontier poked their heads out.

Gao Changgong stood there. His expression first flashed with emotion, then revealed a trace of shyness.

He blushed.

Beside him, the female general, who was originally filled with killing intent, trembled slightly and slowly turned her head.

They looked like a loving couple, but it didn’t seem appropriate on this occasion.

Han Muye coughed lightly, then lowered his head and said, “Zhihu, this is Patriarch Gao of the Sword Pavilion. Back then, your father was a disciple of Patriarch Gao in the Sword Pavilion.”

Hearing Han Muye’s words, the pretty little girl took a few steps forward, then knelt on both knees, leaned on the bow, and kowtowed three times to Gao Changgong.

“Huang Zhihu greets great grandpa, great grandma.”

“Huang Zhihu?” Gao Changgong was slightly stunned, then said, “It’s Huang Zhenxiong’s girl? She’s already so big?”

He was still in a daze when Xiao Yueli, who was beside him, reached out and pulled Zhihu up. The two of them landed on the bow of the flying ship.

Xiao Yueli reached out to help Huang Zhihu up, a loving expression on her face.

“What a good girl. Great Grandma likes you.”

She was very happy to be called Great Grandma.

As she spoke, Xiao Yueli took out a short golden spear that was only two feet long.

Oh my god, a superior-grade spiritual weapon!

The corners of Han Muye’s mouth twitched slightly. He turned around and saw Gao Changgong looking uneasy.

How can Elder Gao’s wealth compare to General Xiao’s?

A man has to have a strong backbone…

At this moment, Han Muye actually had a realization.

Seeing Han Muye look at him, Gao Changgong sized him up and sighed softly. “I’ve often heard of the name Immortal Han in the Western Frontier.

“I can be at ease now that the Sword Pavilion is in your hands.”

Xiao Yueli also looked up at Han Muye.

“I often heard Changgong say that you are indeed a rare sword cultivator.

“When we go to the Central Continent, I’ll help arrange a marriage for you in the Imperial City.”

Han Muye’s face stiffened and he forced a smile. “Thank you, General Xiao.”

…

Xiao Yueli and Gao Changgong were not the only ones from the Central Continent. There were also nearly a thousand cultivators and generals in red and black armor.

Although these Central Continent cultivators looked down on the Western Frontier, Xiao Yueli and Gao Changgong boarded the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s flying ship. They could only place the flying ship with the flying ship in the Western Frontier.

However, there was a clear distance between them.

On the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s flying ship, Han Muye asked Yun Di to bring Huang Zhihu out.

Xiao Yueli, who was sitting at the side, looked at Yun Di in surprise.

Seeing Huang Zhihu and Yun Di walk out, leaving only Old Patriarch Gao Changgong, Han Muye, and herself in the cabin, Xiao Yueli said in a low voice, “Is that the sword spirit body of a magic treasure?”

A magic treasure, a sword spirit, such a treasure was also priceless in the Central Continent. Only large factions could have it.

“Of course I have something good for Zhihu.” Han Muye laughed, his expression relaxed, as if he was talking about an ordinary item.

Hearing his words, Xiao Yueli nodded, and a trace of emotion flashed across her face.

“Your Sword Pavilion is really not bad.”

A smug smile flashed across Gao Changgong’s face.

On the side, Patriarch Tao Ran also chuckled.

He had long seen Yun Di and was also shocked by Han Muye’s handiwork.

“What are your plans for the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm this time?” Xiao Yueli looked at Patriarch Tao Ran, then turned to Han Muye.