In the late afternoon, the entire Long Valley Royal City saw that chariot pulled by a firebird on the horizon, and the mournful sound of the whistle on the chariot.

  That ancient vehicle circled the sky above Changguo Wangcheng three times, then seemed to have found the person it was looking for and rolled towards Guo Yi's direction. The flute sound on the car became more urgent, like a thousand troops and horses pressing in, with a fierce and murderous aura, causing a row of houses on the ground to collapse.

  "Rumble!"

  The heavens shook and the winds howled, a jade flute flew out from an ancient chariot, suddenly transforming into a ten-zhang-long jade pillar that hurtled towards Guo Yao.

  "My god, it's actually coming for me."

  Guo Yi's foot touched the ground and his body bounced up five zhang high, landing on top of a house, dodging Yu Duan's shocking blow.

  "Boom!"

  The giant jade flute slammed into the ground, leaving a crater several meters deep, with rocks and soil flying everywhere, causing the entire ground to shake violently. The jade flute missed its mark on the first strike, then flew towards Guo Yi once again.

  "I'm really afraid of you."

  After opening the door to immortality, Guo Yao's strength increased by more than double and he could mobilize a thread of spiritual energy for temporary use. He saw his hands rise with a faint red glow, then flew up and struck Yu Di with one palm.

  "Boom!"

  Kwok Yat-yin struck the ten-foot-long jade flute, causing it to fly back and forth. Then he transformed into a streak of light and leaped onto the roof, rushing towards the ancient carriage.

  A hand completely wrapped in iron skin stretched out from the ancient car, took hold of the jade flute, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "Not bad, qualified to fight with me."

  The ancient chariot rolled forward, directly towards Guo Yi. A massive gust of wind swept across his face, like a great mountain pressing down on him. Guo Yi remained calm and fearless, letting out a loud roar as he stomped on the ground, causing a nearby house to collapse. He then sprang into the air, grasping the bottom of the ancient chariot with both hands and flung it flying away.

  The whole body of flames of the strange bird was also a body of mournful cries, together with the ancient chariot falling from the sky and crushing a city wall.

  A figure emerged from the ruins, covered in iron plates all over his body, with only his five senses exposed. A thread of cold light was born in his eyes, and he opened his icy lips: "Your name is not even on the 'Martial Arts Ranking', why are you so powerful?"

  Kuo Yeh smiled and said: "Who told you my name is not on the Martial Arts List? Take another look."

  Just now, a mysterious and mighty power descended upon Guo Yao's body, branding his chest with the character "Wu". This "Wu" character is the seal of the Wu Bang, and also its ranking list.

  Kuang Ye concentrated his mind and spirit into the character "Wu", discovering one by one unfamiliar names appearing on top of the "Martial Arts Ranking List", one by one ranking flashing on the "Martial Arts Ranking List".

  There are a total of 108 rankings, unfortunately, Guo Yi did not enter the ranking and only has one name on the "Wu Bang" list.

  Getting the "Martial Arts Ranking" seal does not necessarily mean having a ranking, it is just one of the most basic recognitions of the "Martial Arts Ranking", that is to say, those who get the "Martial Arts Ranking" seal are equivalent to candidates for the "Martial Arts Ranking".

  To know that just a single Ghost Mountain Range has hundreds of millions of people, the population of the entire Ancient Xuan Domain is a terrifying number. In this world where everyone cultivates martial arts, almost every person is a warrior.

  However, among so many people, only 108 martial artists can get a ranking in the "Martial Ranking List", while the other hundreds of millions of talented young men may be able to obtain the imprint of the "Martial Ranking List", but it is simply difficult to get a ranking on the "Martial Ranking List".

  It can be said that those so-called "Martial Arts Ranking" experts in the Secluded City only got the imprint of the "Martial Arts Ranking", but not one of them had a ranking on the "Martial Arts Ranking", because it was really too difficult.

  The man in full armor snorted: "I didn't expect that there would be another strong master from the Martial List of Youjin City."

  Guo Yidao said: "You're wrong. When you made your move against me, it was already decided that one of the top martial artists in You Prison City's 'Martial Ranking' would be eliminated."

  "How arrogant! First, get past my Soul Reaper's melody!"

  The iron-skinned man held a jade flute in his hand, blowing out ring after ring of light halo, playing an extremely sharp melody, the magic sound rose, the dust on the ground flew up, the houses collapsed one after another, and even the trees by the side of the road burst open with a loud noise.

  Kuo Yeh stepped forward with a firm pace, his fingers shining with golden light, ignoring the magical sound's power. He pointed at the iron-skinned man's jade flute, and instantly the flute exploded into a pile of jade ash.

  A faint red glow flashed on Guo Yi's palm, and he struck out from the side like a ghost. The iron-skinned man didn't even have time to react before being hit by Guo Yi's palm, his iron skin tearing open, fresh blood gushing out of the gap, dyeing the ground red.

  "What on earth do you have that makes you so extraordinary, that even the Soul-wounding Demon Flute can't harm you, and even a spiritual artifact was shattered by just one of your fingers?" The Iron-skinned man still had half a breath left in him, wanting to hear Guo Yao's explanation.

  "This can't be told to you, it's a secret." Guo Yiyan put away the golden awl on his finger and the red light on his other hand, and sighed: "Spiritual instruments are good things, only spiritual people can refine them, and they were actually destroyed like this, what a pity."

  "You don't have to worry, at least more than ten masters of the 'Martial List' are rushing here, each with a spiritual artifact on their body. I don't believe you can hold out tonight. Haha..."

  The Iron Man laughed loudly and passed away, burying his bones here under the last rays of the setting sun. When the moon rose, outside the Long Valley King's castle, on top of a hill, a new grave appeared.

  Guo Ye dug ten big pits, and in front of each pit stood a tombstone with no name.

  Tonight, Guo Yi will massacre the Wu Bang at this place and bury all the masters of Wu Bang on this mountain ridge.

  The night is cool as water, and tonight's moon seems to be tinged with blood.

  Guo Yipan sat on the mountain ridge, in the distance was the lantern-lit Longguang Wang City, his mind was empty and vast, suddenly he opened his eyes, shooting out sharp rays of light.

  In the distance, a man clad in golden armor from head to toe emerged from the foot of the mountain. He rode on a magnificent golden beast and held a dazzling golden spear in his hand. Every time the golden beast took a step, the ground would shake slightly. After the ninth tremor, the man and the beast had already arrived at the top of the hill.

  The man with the golden armor looked very young, his body was radiant and resplendent, his face had a hint of frivolity, and an air of nobility naturally emanated from him, as if a superior person was looking down on an inferior one.

  The man in golden armor glanced at Guo Yao, then looked at the new grave and the ten dead men's graves, and smiled slightly: "Very good, Murong Tiejuan actually died at your hands, it was worth my trip from Du Longgu to come and kill you."

  Kuo Yeh stood up from the ground and pulled out one of the ten tombstones, laughing: "Little Golden Boy, I'll set this one up for you."

  The man wearing a golden armor had an unpleasant expression on his face and said in a low voice, "My name is Huang Jiu, you can also call me Ninth Young Master."

  "It's all the same, anyway we're all going to die."

  The Ninth Young Master leapt down from the Golden Qilin, his three-meter-long golden spear tearing through the air, emitting sparks. The tip of the spear lightly touched the ground and then exploded, opening up a pit one zhang deep.

  "I'll bury you first."

  The golden armor on Ji Gongzi's body was like a burning flame, radiant and scorching hot. The intense golden light could be seen clearly from the Longguan Wangcheng hundreds of miles away. He shook his golden spear, and instantly a golden sun appeared at the tip of the spear. With a single thrust, he charged towards Guo Yao with a force that could move mountains and seas.

  "Murong Tiejuan is the lowest ranked among the top five martial artists in Youyin City, I can kill him with ease, you killing him doesn't count for anything."

  Guo Ye manipulated the spiritual device, operating the "Nine Changes Mysterious Fire Technique". Suddenly, a scarlet flame ignited on his palm. The temperature of the flame was extremely high, and as soon as it ignited, the trees at the top of the mountain began to wither and turn yellow, then automatically caught fire.

  The entire mountain range instantly turned into a volcano with flames soaring into the sky, and the two of them clashed in the flames, engaging in an intense battle.

  The first chapter of "Jiubian Xuanhuo Jue", the Red Fire Chapter, Guo Ye has already made a preliminary entry. The flame can be released from the body, and the flame is like magma erupting from the ground, turning the ground into scorched earth, and boulders are burned open.

  The golden armor on Ji Gongzi's body was also a rare and precious spiritual instrument, but unfortunately it was now emitting a faint blue smoke, as if it were about to melt.

  The Ninth Young Master was shocked as he fought, this time bringing two spiritual artifacts, a golden spear and a golden armor, both of which were impervious to water and fire, and would not perish for ten thousand years. However, under the red flames, signs of melting seemed to have appeared.

  "What kind of heaven-defying spiritual technique has he cultivated? Could it be a heavenly-grade spiritual technique?"

  Jiugongzi was the biological son of the master of one of the four major families, the Huangjin family. He knew that even the Huangjin family had only one person-level spiritual formula, which was a treasure passed down for thousands of years.

  The Human Grade Spirit Technique was only the lowest grade of spirit technique, but cultivating it to Great Perfection still had the power to shake mountains and seas. It was already a rare occurrence that couldn't be sought after, he didn't believe that Guo Yi would possess a Heaven Grade Spirit Technique.

  Kuo Yeh's flames grew more intense, eventually engulfing his entire body, making him look like a burning man. The burning man suddenly stretched out a golden finger, and from the golden light, a blood-colored sword shadow flashed, pointing at Ninth Young Master.

  "Boom!"

  The golden long spear exploded, and the Huang family's armor on Ji Gongzi was also pierced with a small hole. If he hadn't escaped in time, this finger would have pierced him through.

  The spiritual energy in Huang Jin's armor escaped from the holes and soon turned into a useless shell, losing its spirituality.

  The Ninth Master's face was filled with shock and amazement: "What kind of divine weapon do you have in your hands?"

  "I don't know either, why don't you try again."

  Guo Yi's finger pointed again, and a blood-colored sword shadow emitted golden light, appearing in front of his finger. The blood threads on the sword flowed, and countless ancient characters flowed on the sword shadow, bursting out with an intimidating sword intent.

  A blood-colored sword emits a golden glow, with veins flowing and ancient characters intertwined.

  Just as the Ninth Prince was about to be killed by a single sword, four agile figures suddenly descended from the night sky, each holding a black slender sword in their hands. The four swords were like four poisonous snakes, stabbing out from behind Guo Yao's body.

  Guo Yecan's sword, which had been poised and ready to strike, was originally intended to kill the Ninth Prince. However, it suddenly changed direction and stabbed towards the four black figures behind him.

  "Boom!"

  A loud crash was followed by the sound of four iron swords breaking, and Guo Yi and the four black shadows were thrown out at the same time.

  "You four have been lurking here for a long time, haven't you? You thought I didn't know, but as soon as your first foot stepped onto the mountain ridge, I discovered you."

  "We've been waiting for you to take the initiative."

  Kuang Ye sprang up from the ground, and a fierce flame reignited on his palm. He slapped it towards Jiu Gongzi who was trying to escape, instantly turning him into a charred corpse.

  Guo Yi threw the charred corpse into a previously selected pit, then looked at the four men in black and smiled: "You can each choose a tombstone too."

  These four men in black were all masters who had already obtained the "Wu Bang" seal, but these four people were not from Youyin City, they were masters from Gu Xian City three million miles away.

  "Unexpectedly, the isolated city has such a master as you. I'm afraid it's almost time to enter the top 108 of the 'Martial Arts Rankings'. The four of us are no match for you, we admit defeat and take our leave." one of them said.

  The four men in black were about to leave when Guo Yi suddenly spoke up: "You think it's that easy, ambushing me and thinking you can just walk away alive? You're too naive."

  The four men in black heard Guo Yao's words and their faces all changed slightly. One of them said coldly, "Don't force us."

  Guo Ye smiled and said: "I don't like being aggressive, but I just like forcing you guys."

  "Don't regret it later."

  "United we stand!"

  Four men in black clothes began to fade away, overlapping each other, merging four into one, turning into a single person.