Chapter 2820: Mad Provocation!

The Blood Clan army was dead silent.

Not from fear—they had never seen anyone so arrogant!

Daring to come to the Blood Clan army and issue a challenge—no one in the Tianyi Alliance had ever had such guts.

And the key was, there were only five of them!

Were these guys crazy?

"Aren't you Blood Clan supposed to be the strongest in the heavens? Why are you all hiding like turtles? If you've got the balls, come out and fight your Grandpa Yang one-on-one! I'll take on ten of you! No, fifty!"

"A bunch of weaklings. Your grandma has come right to your doorstep, and not one of you dares to fight? You Blood Clan brag about being strong all day, yet five thousand troops and two True Sovereigns got slaughtered by the five of us! Weak! Tsk tsk, so fragile!"

Jing Fei was also one who loved to stir up trouble; such provocative antics suited her perfectly.

She wasn't tall, but with her hands on her hips and speaking in a condescending tone, coupled with a look of utter disdain, she was the very picture of infuriating.

The battle in the thick fog was a disgrace to the Blood Clan.

Many in the Blood Clan army had experienced that battle.

Now, provoked by Jing Fei, they were all furious.

Add to that Yang Qing's punchable face, the Blood Clan army was seething with indignation, one after another volunteering for battle.

But without orders from above, they dared not act on their own.

Inside the Blood Clan camp, emotions were already running high.

"Great Commander, let me go! I'll kill that brat and avenge my shame!"

The speaker was Hanguang, whose foundation had been severed by Ye Yuan's sword back then, and he still hadn't fully recovered, now only at the lower Saint Sovereign realm.

Jing Fei's words were like slaps across his face.

Because that battle had been under his command.

That battle was also his greatest humiliation.

Luo Chuan's expression was also grim, but he shook his head and said, "There are only five of them, yet they dare to challenge us outside our camp—there must be a trick. Besides, you are no match for him!"

Hanguang wished he could find a hole to crawl into; in his current state, he truly couldn't withstand a single sword strike from Ye Yuan.

If Ye Yuan unleashed his Dao Sword, he probably wouldn't survive this time.

But to have the gate blocked like this was truly infuriating!

Seeing his expression, Luo Chuan said, "Wait. The Grand Marshal will surely make a decision on this matter."

The Grand Marshal of the Blood Clan army was also a half-step True Sovereign, named Xue Ling.

But at that moment, he was reporting the situation to the Blood Clan's supreme commander, Li He.

All the Emperor-level experts of the Blood Clan were guarding near the spatial passage, not daring to leave for a moment.

The army was stationed on the periphery.

"This is a diversionary tactic by the Tianyi army. We must not fall for it! Send a few True Sovereigns over and kill them directly! Remember, you can kill them, but do not be lured deep!" Li He shook his head and said.

For them, holding the passage was the most critical.

The Blood Clan had paid a huge price to open this spatial passage.

If the passage were lost, no one could bear the consequences.

The unusual behavior of Ye Yuan and the others only heightened Li He's vigilance.

Several powerful auras burst forth from the Blood Clan camp.

Ye Yuan and the others turned and fled!

They had precisely gauged the distance, naturally not about to deliver themselves into the hands of True Sovereigns.

"Oh my, you cowards, sending True Sovereigns to bully Grandpa Yang! Wait till I break through to True Sovereign, then I'll come back and kick your asses!" Yang Qing shouted curses as he ran.

"Come back!"

Fearing that the True Sovereigns might fall into a trap, Xue Ling promptly recalled them.

The True Sovereigns reluctantly returned to the camp.

But no sooner had they returned than Ye Yuan's five came back.

"You Blood Clan grandsons, is bullying with realm the only trick you have? I'm invincible at the Saint Sovereign realm—can't you even find a Saint Sovereign to face me? A bunch of trash, don't ever brag about being number one or invincible in front of your Grandpa Yang again, or I'll beat the crap out of you!"

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Yang Qing, with his loud voice, kept shouting in front of the formation, spewing all sorts of nasty words, taking his obnoxiousness to the extreme.

Then, as soon as the Blood Clan's True Sovereigns came, they immediately fled.

As soon as they left, they came back.

The Blood Clan camp exploded.

Especially the Saint Sovereign-level experts, who were all indignant and volunteered for battle.

"Great Commander, we can't take it anymore! These guys are bullying us, acting as if the Blood Clan has no one!"

"Grand Marshal, let me go! I'll beat the crap out of him and see if he still dares to claim invincibility at the same level!"

"Yes, Grand Marshal! Even if we're not their match, the Saint Sovereign Hundred Sons can't lose to them, right? Let us fight!"

"Let us fight!"

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In the Blood Clan camp, almost everyone with some strength was about to explode.

Even those weaker advocated for battle.

The Blood Clan had always dominated the Tianyi Alliance.

Even in the northern front battle, they had just won a great victory.

They were not used to such humiliation.

After several rounds, even Grand Marshal Xue Ling found it hard to hold back.

"Ba Hao, Jin Cheng, you thousand-chiefs, go challenge them! But be careful—these guys may have foul mouths, but they are indeed strong, rarely matched at the same level!" Finally, Xue Ling relented.

In truth, he too could no longer tolerate it.

As the Blood Clan Grand Marshal, he was the one who suppressed others; when had he ever been the one to have someone shouting at his doorstep?

Especially Yang Qing, that big mouth—he really made one want to tear him apart alive.

Unlike Jing Fei, his arrogance was simply innate.

Even without speaking, he made you want to hit him.

And on top of that, his mouth was simply too nasty.

Seeing Xue Ling relent, Ba Hao and the other thousand-chiefs showed ecstatic expressions.

"Grand Marshal, rest assured. Which of us isn't invincible at the same level? Unless we run into the Saint Sovereign Hundred Sons, we fear no one! These brats are asking for death!" Ba Hao said joyfully.

The several thousand-chiefs shot straight into the sky, facing off against Yang Qing and the others from a distance.

Yang Qing saw them and immediately became excited.

He was obnoxious, but he was also a madman.

Hearing that the Blood Clan had experts, he was thrilled to the extreme.

"Tsk, finally some Blood Clan with backbone! Which of you are the Saint Sovereign Hundred Sons? The rest of you, get lost, or I'll really beat the crap out of you!" Yang Qing said smugly.

Ba Hao and the others, upon hearing this, wanted to tear Yang Qing apart.

He snorted coldly, "You cheap bastard, you're not worthy of the Saint Sovereign Hundred Sons' attention! We're more than enough to deal with you!"

Yang Qing said disdainfully, "Just you? Don't think being able to resurrect makes you special. Your Grandpa Yang is invincible at the same level—I'll beat you until you can't even resurrect!"

With that, Yang Qing's long spear shook, and he charged straight at Ba Hao!