Yan Huangtu said: "You can't let go, let the tiger return to the mountain and suffer endless troubles. Today is the best opportunity to get rid of them."

Yan Wushen turned around, looked at Yan Huangtu and said, "The best opportunity? The great saints present are all the elites of the Yama clan for thousands of years, and are the pillars of the future support for the Yama clan. What is the best opportunity for victory in exchange for sacrifice of a large number of Yama clan elites?"

"The Yama clan cannot accept today's shame. If you want to win back your glory, you must make sacrifices." Yan Huangtu said.

Yan Wushen said: "We should be responsible for today's shame, not sacrifice them and let them bear it."

Yan Huangtu stared at him deeply, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Yan Wushen looked away, his tone softened a little, and said, "Now, many great saints of the Yan clan have been seriously injured and their lives are in danger. Our primary task is to save people."

"The battlefield of hunting the sky is not a battlefield of life and death, and it is not necessary to fight to the death. In order to fight for a breath, for temporary honor and disgrace, it is not worth sacrificing too much."

"The Yama clan sat in the position of the Supreme Clan for too long, and many monks thought that they were truly supreme. Even if the humiliation today was taught a lesson to all of us, from now on, after knowing shame and courage, and taking back the lost glory, is the real glory."

This generation of monks of the Yan Luo clan has always been the leader of Yan Huangtu.

Therefore, everyone followed his horse.

Although Yan Wushen is not much different from Yan Huangtu, he has stayed in the Holy King Realm for too long and is known as a genius. After all, his strength is much worse.

Moreover, most of the time, Yan Wushen practices alone and rarely interferes in internal affairs of the Yan Luo tribe.

Until today, Yan Wushen and Yan Huangtu competed against each other because of disagreement, which made many Yan Luo monks see a kingly aura in Yan Wushen.

The Yan Luo clan is no longer the only one, but the two peerless heroes.

"Okay! This is your decision. If the battle of the Heavenly Hunting Battle fails, you will be fully responsible." Yan Huangtu said.

“I will take all the responsibility for the decision I make, no matter what the result is.”

Yan Wushen's eyes glanced at Xiang Que, Vengying, Zhang Ruochen and others and said, "You can leave!"

The battle on the bronze stairs stopped.

All the great saints of the Yama clan retreated one after another.

Que, Vulgar Ying, Zhang Ruochen, and Mo Yin all held the Great Sage of the Yama clan in their hands. Together with Fenghou, the Saber Prison Emperor, the Great Forest Luo Emperor, and Yuetinghai, they left the Arctic Glacier Continent, and then flew out of the atmosphere and star-restrained array of the Yama clan star.

Zhang Ruochen and the monks of the Immortal Blood Clan were walking together.

He looked towards the wind and asked, "Has the Yan clan's own clan been arranged on the star?"

"Don't worry, just a group of Yan Luo clan members with low cultivation. I can kill them with a little means." Feng Hou said with a smile.

In the void of the universe, thousands of miles were flying out, and the monks of the Yama clan did not chase after him.

The demon voice still used vines to wrap around the twenty-one great saint talisman masters and smiled and said, "Master, since the monks of the Yama clan have not come after me, it would be better to reward me and be my nourishment."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "Forget it! The Great Sage of the Yan clan will not only deduct a large amount of points. It will also form a mortal hatred that cannot be resolved, so there is no need to do this. Yan Wushen said that the battle of heaven hunting is not a battlefield of life and death, and the gods will not care about the life and death of these elite saints."

Mo Yin was slightly disappointed and let go of the twenty-one great saint talisman masters.

Zhang Ruochen sealed Yan Zhexian's mental power, pushed her palm on her back, and sent her to the twenty-one great saint talisman masters.

Then, he took out the green pen, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently. There was a trace of Yan Zhexian's body fragrance on it, and said, "This pen is what you gave it to me, and we will have a date later."

Zhang Ruochen used a large space shift and instantly arrived hundreds of miles away with everyone.

Yan Zhexian was so angry that his teeth were itchy. He stared at Zhang Ruochen and others who were escaping from a distance and said, "Shameless people, next time I meet, I will become stronger. I will definitely chop your hand and cut your tongue."

...

After the Vacant Infant held the Great Perfect Saint of the Hundred Shackles Realm, he flew out of the star of the Yama clan, opened his mouth and swallowed it into his belly. Then, he combined with the Asura Sword and turned into a blood-colored stream of light, rushing into the six-color star fog.

He was too seriously injured. Only by devouring this Great Perfect Saint of the Hundred Shackles Realm could he recover his combat power as soon as possible.

Yan Wushen stood above the atmosphere of the star of the Yanlu clan, pointed to the direction where the Asura sword escaped, and said, "In ten days, I will definitely go to the star of the Shura clan and flatten your Qinglu Temple. From now on, I will kill each monk in the Qinglu Temple."

A large number of blood-devouring insects flew out from the ground of the star of the Yama clan, sucking countless Yama clan members into mummies.
Chapter completed!