"Young Master... won?"

Mu Zichen showed a faint smile and nodded.

The white-bearded old man narrowed his eyes and his body trembled with excitement, "Have all the southern patrol guards escaped?"

"No, they are all dead." Mu Zichen said with a soft voice.

The old man and his tribe were all stunned, "No way? Are the six commanders also dead?"

"Of course." Mu Zichen nodded again, smiling and patient.

The white-bearded old man and his tribe members felt their hearts beating wildly and they couldn't help but cheer.

"Oh, my god! So awesome!"

"I can't imagine that I will never forget this battle today in my life."

"I don't know if I have any hope of reaching the strength of my senior in this life!"

"This senior's strength is definitely stronger than that of the Holy Son of Xu Tian!"

The people of the Wu tribe opened their eyes and were all talking excitedly.

Especially a few young men and women, they admire He Wuhen to the extreme.

If they hadn't felt ashamed of themselves, they would have wished they would kneel down and kowtow on the spot, and worship He Wuhen as their teacher.

After a moment, He Wuhen flew back and landed beside Mu Zichen.

"I have killed all of them, and it can be considered as avenging you."

"Old man, it's time for us to leave and go to find your fellow tribe."

After saying that, He Wuhen and Mu Zichen flew to the deeper part of the Southern Region with many people from the Martial Clan.

Originally, the old man with white beard was worried that He Wuhen and Mu Zichen were alien races. If they went to a floating island of a certain martial race, they would definitely be besieged.

If the southern patrol guards are attracted, it will be a big deal.

However, after seeing He Wuhen's strong strength, they also gave up this concern.

Two days later, He Wuhen left the periphery of the Southern Region and entered the core area.

There are more and more floating islands in the sky, and about 30% of them are all filled with people from the Martial clan, and there are southern patrol guards constantly patrolling.

He Wuhen said goodbye to the old man with white beard and his tribe. They will go to one of the floating islands to start a new life.

And He Wuhen and Mu Zichen will also leave, and continue to explore opportunities in the blue sky and find the whereabouts of others.

Half a day later, the two were flying in the sky, and a purple light broke through the sea of ​​clouds and flew into He Wuhen's palm.

When his spiritual sense invaded it, it turned out to be a reply from the Immortal Heavenly Emperor.

It turned out that the Immortal Emperor was chasing the Evil Spirit Emperor and had already run to the Western Regions, which was too far away from He Wuhen.
Chapter completed!