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Thinking of Ye Wujiang's words, Yang Honghui shivered uncontrollably.

"More than three hundred Martial Saints!"

"With just one slap each, they could level the entire Kunlun City."

"I never expected that everything that kid Chen Feng said was true."

Yang Honghui forced himself to stay calm.

He knew that at such a critical moment, he absolutely could not drop the ball.

If he angered these Kunlun survivors, heaven knows what would happen.

Seeing an old man leading the group, Yang Honghui hurriedly went up to greet him.

"You must be our compatriots from the Kunlun survivors!"

"I am Yang Honghui, the branch president of Kunlun City."

"Welcome to Kunlun City, compatriots of the Kunlun survivors."

"I have already prepared a banquet to welcome all of you."

"Soon, the general president of our Great Xia Martial Arts Association will come in person to receive you."

Although the old man didn't quite understand what Yang Honghui was saying.

Seeing the other party keeping a very low profile and wearing a fawning smile,

he knew that the Great Xia officials were already aware of their arrival.

Being surrounded and stared at by a crowd of people on the street right now was truly uncomfortable.

Moreover, most of these people were ordinary folks with no vitality cultivation or very low vitality cultivation.

Although their ancient clan disliked outsiders, they couldn't just slaughter ordinary people.

Seeing this so-called branch president Yang Honghui appear,

he also understood that this person was probably some sort of official in Great Xia.

However, he shouldn't be a high-ranking official, because he could sense that Yang Honghui's cultivation was low.

Probably only at the Grandmaster level.

The old man looked at Yang Honghui and said in a deep voice:

"Do not call us Kunlun survivors."

"We are the Kunlun Ancient Clan!"

Yang Honghui hurriedly nodded in agreement.

The old man thought for a moment and said to Yang Honghui:

"First, take my clansmen to find a place to stay."

Subsequently, Yang Honghui led the people from the Martial Arts Association, personally clearing the way for the ancient clan.

They went all the way to the best five-star hotel in Kunlun City, the Xiadun Hotel.

Yang Honghui even booked out the adjacent Ru Family Hotel.

Of course, the bill was definitely put on the Martial Arts Association's public account.

The group of ancient clan members almost filled the third-floor banquet hall of the Xiadun Hotel.

Yang Honghui ordered several large restaurants in the surrounding area to prepare dinner for the ancient clan together.

At this moment, a group of ancient clan members were squeezing in front of the glass curtain wall, looking at the city streets outside.

"Grandpa, I want to ride in a car."

"Look, the words on those buildings are glowing!"

"Look at the big bird in the sky, why does it make such a loud noise when it flies?"

"That's an airplane, Mr. Bowen mentioned it before."

...

Yang Honghui accompanied them the whole time.

Listening to the discussions of the ancient clan members,

and looking out the glass curtain wall at the scattered lights and sparsely populated streets,

he couldn't help but sigh.

Almost half of the people in Kunlun City had been relocated by now.

Especially in the few districts close to the Tongtian River, almost everyone had moved away.

The area he was in now was only spared because it was far from the Tongtian River.

The ancient clan members marvelled with novelty, but what they were seeing was a declining Kunlun City.

If it were in the past, this place was also a bustling top-tier city.

At this time, Qianqian's grandmother,

was also staring blankly at the lights outside the window, unable to muster a trace of interest in her heart.

"Alas! I wonder how that child Qianqian is doing."

She kept worrying about her granddaughter in her heart.

...

Holy Capital.

Soon, videos of a large number of people in ancient costumes appearing in Kunlun City surfaced on the internet.

Ye Wujiang watched the videos while calling Yang Honghui.

"How is the situation? Can those barbarians be reasoned with?"

Yang Honghui glanced nervously into the distance and said carefully:

"General President, a bunch of Martial Saints are just a dozen meters away from me. Could you please watch your wording?"

Ye Wujiang immediately realized that he had just said something that could ruin the friendly atmosphere.

"Sorry, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

"Do our noble ancient clan compatriots have any demands? Are they satisfied with Great Xia's attitude?"

Yang Honghui looked at the ancient clan members who were getting excited over every little thing.

He carefully reported:

"Our ancient clan compatriots have simple and honest customs. Since entering Kunlun City, they haven't hurt a single person."

"And they haven't made any excessive demands, just wanting to find a temporary place to stay."

Hearing this, Ye Wujiang was overjoyed.

He had been afraid that the ancient clan would be extremely hostile towards Great Xia, acting like bandits, burning, killing, and looting as soon as they came out.

Now it seemed that he had overthought it.

He didn't care whether they were simple and honest or not; as long as they didn't slaughter the innocent and could communicate,

there was still room for negotiation.

Hanging up the phone.

Ye Wujiang boarded the plane with the heads of the other three families.

Planning to rush to Kunlun City to welcome them.

Right at this moment.

The powerful vitality pressure of Martial Saints descended upon the entire Holy Capital.

The three hundred Martial Saints had seen dozens of bustling cities along the way.

They kept marveling at the outside world throughout their journey.

However, now that they had arrived at the most prosperous area in the center of the Holy Capital,

they finally realized just how dazzling the outside world was.

"Truly worthy of being the capital of Great Xia!"

"The sun has set, yet it is still brightly lit here, with heavy traffic and bustling crowds."

"This is the world we are about to conquer. I wonder how many more cities like this there are."

"From now on, this will be the capital of our ancient clan."

...

They had not caught up with Dugu Sword Demon.

However, on their way here, they had caught a top-tier martial artist of Great Xia.

Gu Yang asked the captured top-tier martial artist:

"Where do the people in charge of Great Xia live?"

The man pointed in a direction with fear and trepidation.

Soon, the three hundred Martial Saints arrived at the entrance of the Martial Arts Association headquarters.

Gu Yang said to an old man beside him:

"Dongzi, tell that so-called general president of theirs to come out."

An old man stepped forward, took a deep breath, and circulated his Lion's Roar skill.

"People in charge of Great Xia, come out here!"

The voice was deafening, like muffled thunder.

It spread across a radius of ten miles.

Ye Wujiang also heard this voice; the plane he was on was already accelerating on the runway.

He immediately shouted at the flight attendant:

"Quick! Quick! Stop the plane!"

Just then, the vice president stationed at the Martial Arts Association also called him.

"President! According to the duty staff's report, a group of old men is causing trouble in the headquarters square of the Martial Arts Association."

Ye Wujiang hurriedly cursed:

"What old men causing trouble!"

"Those are our ancient clan compatriots, the VIPs of Great Xia."

"If any of you dare to disrespect them and anger them,"

"I will definitely kill him!"

Ye Wujiang hung up the phone and hurriedly took his people, rushing back to the Martial Arts Association in a helicopter.

At the same time.

Two other people were also rushing to the Holy Capital.

In the Great Xia Administrative Region of the Northern Continent.

Mi Chuan finally didn't have to hide anymore.

Feng Tengyun had also just found out through his informants in Great Xia.

Learning the news that the Kunlun Ancient Clan had come out of the mountains.

The two of them immediately rushed to Great Xia.

It was just that Mi Chuan was both excited and a little worried.

"Old Feng! What if Zhang Bowen tricked us?"

"The other side has over three hundred Martial Saints. The two of us wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth."

"That dog Zhang Bowen is really something else; there's no news on whether he's dead or alive."

Feng Tengyun said indifferently:

"Never gamble your own fate on whether someone else will keep their promise."

"If they keep Zhang Bowen's promise, everything will be fine."

"If they don't keep the promise, we will take it back with our own hands."

"This time, only one of us will go. The other will stay hidden as insurance."

Mi Chuan immediately said:

"You know, I'm not much of a negotiator."