They Are, Redemption

A person suddenly appeared, attracting the attention of everyone present.

They turned their heads to look at the bearded man over there, wearing a green tie, who simply looked like an artist.

When Du Yan saw the man in the distance, his eyes immediately filled with murderous intent. "Xie Wangwei!"

"What? He's Xie Wangwei? Our Sanitation Department's red grade-A wanted criminal!"

"Is someone of this caliber also from the Immortality Research Institute? Damn it!"

...

All the cleaners around shuddered.

Especially those who knew Xie Wangwei's reputation were so scared they couldn't speak; this person was a demon who killed without blinking.

His favorite thing was to make art out of people. If one were to die by his hands, it would be better to commit suicide.

They all regretted it now, wishing they hadn't come to this godforsaken place.

Initially, they chose to come in and execute the mission precisely because high-level cleaners were coming.

In their minds, with high-level cleaners present, they would be very safe.

But who could have imagined encountering so many legendary villains, whom even the high-level cleaners were no match for.

"Xie Wangwei!"

Du Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, erupted with power, and charged towards the opponent.

In the distance, Hu Qingyun had just raised his hand when he lowered it, knowing he couldn't stop Du Yan at all.

Wang Hun broke free from the vines, glancing at Xie Wangwei; this person wasn't from the Institute.

A variable had appeared.

Rumble!

Just as Du Yan was about to rush to Xie Wangwei's side, the ground suddenly shook violently.

His expression changed, and he quickly dodged.

Bang!

From the ground in front of Xie Wangwei, a green vine suddenly drilled out.

The diameter of the vine was a full meter.

The green vine grew to a height of over ten meters and stopped, then a huge dark green flower bud appeared at the top.

The petals of the flower bud spun and bloomed, revealing several people inside to the crowd.

One wore a suit and a red tie, had a crew cut, a face full of stubble, and eyes that looked very weathered.

One wore a suit and a yellow tie, had a face full of flesh, a body as robust as an ox, and a black dragon tattooed on his neck.

One wore a suit and a purple tie, had a gaunt face, sunken cheeks, very small eyes where the whites could be seen all around, and lacked a right arm.

There was another person standing in front of these three, wearing a suit and a black tie.

But his body was burning with Black Fire, covering his exposed skin.

The appearance of these people instantly made them the focus of everyone present.

Those who recognized them were terrified.

Those who didn't recognize them knew from their entrance alone that big shots had arrived.

Hu Qingyun narrowed his eyes, his face grave. "Jiang Mingzhuo! Shentu Wan! Zhang Que, and..."

"Black Fire, Shouxin!"

Wang Hun looked up at the high place, his black robe's hood falling down, revealing a face wearing sunglasses.

He stared at the man surrounded by Black Fire, the hand holding his sword trembling.

Hearing these names, everyone present was shocked.

Although Zhang Que, one of the Two Cripples, was famous in the ancient martial arts world.

Compared to the others, he paled into insignificance.

Salvation!

Everyone present was an expert; they clearly knew that over twenty years ago, a group of young men in their twenties and thirties had turned the cultivation world upside down.

Whether it was orthodox sects, unorthodox sects, or alien races, who didn't know the name of Salvation?

More than twenty years had passed, and now in their forties and fifties, in their prime, they had appeared again.

What were they trying to do?

Du Yan was also stunned in place, looking up at the people high above.

Swish!

Xie Wangwei jumped onto the flower.

He took out a crystal the size of a ping-pong ball, with a small flame burning inside it.

"Boss, I found it."

Xie Wangwei placed the crystal in front of Xu Shou.

"That's... Bastard!"

Wang Hun suddenly became furious and flew towards the high place.

Xu Shou raised his hand covered in Black Fire, grabbing the crystal, completely ignoring the attacking Wang Hun.

Swish!

Jiang Mingzhuo stepped forward, blocking Wang Hun.

At this time, both sides were hovering in mid-air.

"Jiang Mingzhuo! You are an elder of our Immortality Research Institute."

Wang Hun said sternly.

"I used to be, but not anymore."

Jiang Mingzhuo took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Do you think our Immortality Research Institute is a place you can come and go as you please?"

Wang Hun, who had always looked as calm as water, was now somewhat grim.

"What? Are you dissatisfied?"

Jiang Mingzhuo lit the cigarette and took a deep drag without any expression.

"You..."

Wang Hun stared at Jiang Mingzhuo, then looked at Xu Shou in the distance. "Shouxin, although you are younger than me, I also admire you. Give the thing back to me, and I can exchange it for two divine herbs!"

Everyone present saw this. Who was Mr. Soul?

The founder of the Immortality Research Institute, mysterious and powerful.

When did he become so easy to talk to?

He said give the thing back to me, proving that this thing originally belonged to him.

But even though it was his own thing, he was willing to use two divine herbs to exchange for what belonged to him.

What did this prove? It went without saying.

Xu Shou looked down into the distance; Xu Mu had already picked up Fu Jinyu and left the island, with Chen Xuan following behind him.

Then, Xu Shou looked at Wang Hun again. "What the hell are you?"

Boom!

Shentu Wan was the first to erupt with power, raising his hand to attack Wang Hun.

"Wait!"

Jiang Mingzhuo suddenly shouted, "Mr. Soul is my former boss after all. Let me handle him. Leave the Jiuli tribe over there to you!"

Shentu Wan turned into a ray of light and attacked Chi Ting.

Seeing this, Chi Ting immediately opened his hands. "Demon Guardian!"

Boom!

Shentu Wan punched him in the stomach.

Bang!

The armor suddenly shattered, and Chi Ting's figure flew backward like a cannonball.

Bang!

The space in front of Shentu Wan also shook violently.

But he just casually patted his clothes and continued to attack Chi Ting.

Over here, Jiang Mingzhuo raised a finger, pierced his own chest, and then drew a wound more than ten centimeters long.

Blood slowly flowed down.

"To deal with you, one wound is enough."

The blood flowing from Jiang Mingzhuo suddenly turned into a blood mist, covering his body, and a strong bloody aura emanated from him.

"Jiang Mingzhuo, are you that confident?"

Wang Hun sneered.

"Except for those two old immortals in the Immortality Research Institute, I don't care about anyone else."

Jiang Mingzhuo's eyes turned red as he stared at Wang Hun and smiled: "Do you know why I'm making a move myself? Because with just you, you can't leave a wound on me."

At this time, the many experts watching around saw this scene and were instead somewhat delighted.

Although they didn't know what had happened, Salvation was clearly not on the same side as the Immortality Research Institute.

If that was the case, they might be saved after all.