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The purple-clothed youth's feet were blazing with purple flames, the longsword in his hand reflecting the golden rays of the sun. Around him, the six people maintained a distance of around a meter, their faces filled with a cold smile.0

The middle-aged man also laughed and said: "Catching a Purple Flame while fleeing the Golden Unicorn, this business is not losing! "Hehe!"

Zi Yan was obviously talking about this violet-clothed youth. Hearing his words, the youth seemed to be in high spirits and couldn't help but ask, "You made it?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The reason why the golden Qilin was beheaded was because he did not help Liu Peng during the trials of the Ten Kingdoms. As for you, hehe, you killed countless officials and officials of my Redbud Kingdom, so much more valuable than him.

The middle-aged man's gaze started to become slightly misty, as if he'd already caught the violet-clothed youth that day.

"Are you that confident that I can keep you here?" The violet-clothed youth let out a light, mocking laugh as he asked indifferently.

"We'll know whether we can try it or not!" The middle-aged man was also very confident. He waved his hand again and continued, "Attack!"

After which, he took the initiative to swing his long blade towards the violet-clothed youth. The other five experts also closed in at the same time, the weapons in their hands releasing a dazzling brilliance.

The purple-clothed youth was outnumbered and naturally would not forcefully clash with them. He only made a few moves to block, then turned around and dodged their attacks.

The young man broke free from the six people's encirclement and was about to run away when the middle-aged man arrived beside him in the blink of an eye. He tightly entangled him, preventing him from escaping. Soon, the other five Martial Saints also chased after him.

He could only fight and retreat, trying to find a chance to escape. However, the middle-aged man's strength was on par with his, and even though he had the confidence to win against this person in a one on one, the five Martial Saints around him continued to pester him.

Under the combined attack of these six people, the young man was soon injured. His clothes were cut open by their weapons and streams of blood flowed out from within, dyeing his clothes red. The young man gritted his teeth as he let out a mocking smile, "Could it be that I'm going to die here today? It's a pity that I can't see my Vermillion Bird Sect revive."

"You Sect Master and Elders are already dead, and you think you can rebuild the Vermillion Bird Sect?" Ridiculous, go to hell! " The middle-aged man sneered.

Afterward, the six of them attacked the youth once again. This time, their attacks were even more ferocious than before. It was obvious that they wanted to finish him off as soon as possible.

Finally, he could no longer hold on. He knelt on one knee on the ground and stabbed the sword into the ground to support his body.

He looked at these people with determination in his eyes before softly saying, "Brat, I'll be going first. I'll leave the task of reviving the Suzaku Sect to you. If you die, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

Hearing the youth's words, the middle-aged man sneered. Just as he wanted to mock them, a strong aura suddenly appeared. The six people couldn't help but turn their heads to look in the direction the aura came from.

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