The three advancing armies had actually stopped on the yellow sands of the plain as a result of Wu Yu's antics.

The tumbling yellow sand hid the three armies, and they might still not be seen from far.

This was Wu Yu's fight with the Zhongyuan Dao Sect!

Of course, he was fortunate that the Ninth Spirit was protecting him. Otherwise, he would not even be qualified to barter with the Zhongyuan Dao Sect!

And now, the Ninth Spirit seemed not to care, and it was a rare chance for the Zhongyuan Dao Sect

Wu Yu was clever. His verbal challenge had made it difficult for Jiang Xie to back down.

He boldly hefted his Demon Subduing Staff, walking out into the throng of demons, and past them into a deserted space. Before him, the Zhongyuan Dao Sect disciples were either standing or still mounted on their Pegasi, ready to do battle with him.

One man, one staff, facing hundreds of martial cultivators. And yet he dared to raise his head in challenge and laugh!

His Demon Subduing Staff lightly jabbed towards the Zhongyuan Dao Sect. He spoke in a clear voice, "Kids of the Zhongyuan Dao Sect. Whoever...