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Tian Jue was so angry that he almost fainted. When he woke up, he found himself in a room.

He blamed himself too much. He felt that the reason why the situation had developed to this point was because he couldn't shirk his responsibility.

Not too long later, two disciples of the Wutu Sect walked in. They looked to be around ten years old.

Seeing that Tian Jue had woken up, one of the disciples said, "You've finally woken up. You're lying unconscious outside; aren't you afraid of being taken by bandits as food?"

Tian Jue shook his head and said, "Many thanks for your help."

The other Wu Di Sect disciple said, "Enough, enough, thank you and me, thank you and my uncle master. At that time, you were so angry that you did not even know how you managed to use your martial arts at such a time. If uncle master did not save you in time, I'm afraid your cultivation would have gone berserk."

Tian Jue's face was filled with surprise when he heard this. At that time, he had been immersed in self-blame and anger. However, he didn't know why, but he felt something sweet in his throat and he vomited out a mouthful of blood before fainting.

"Great kindness is not to be expressed with words of thanks. I will engrave this kindness in my heart." Tian Jue stood up and cupped his fists as he spoke.

"Alright, alright, I'm just teasing you. Right now, the disciples of the western barbarian army are our blood brothers. What if our blood brothers don't help anyone?" That disciple of the Wu Di Sect said.

"Western barbarian army?" Tian Jue said with his eyes wide open.

"Yes, you've been unconscious for seven days. Just now, we've heard that the Western barbarians have launched a large-scale attack on the Central Plains from the Southern Clans' territory. According to the time they had attacked, it should have been the second day you were unconscious." Another disciple of the Wade Gate said.

"They attacked …" Tian Jue absent-mindedly mumbled.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Since you've woken up now, prepare to continue following us!" Another disciple of the Wade Gate said.

"Where to? Where are we now? " Tian Jue regained his senses as he looked at the Wu Di Sect disciple with suspicion.

"We are now in the middle of the Southern Wasteland and Huai An. You don't know how fierce the Western Wasteland's offensive is, but there are also many Southern Wasteland people. The Guan Hai Sect couldn't even hold on for a day and broke through the city. I heard that the entire sect has been destroyed." After that, the Wutu Sect disciple whispered into Tian Jue's ear.

Tian Jue's eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened, and his throat felt slightly sweet. Luckily, he was able to suppress it in time.

Seeing that Tian Jue did not say anything, that disciple from the Wu Di Sect bit his lips and said, as if he was afraid that Tian Jue would doubt his news.

"We are following the young disciples of Huaian line to protect the retreating civilians. Our elders are currently fighting in the Muhe front line."

The so-called "one line" referred to a front line formed by the aristocratic families of various sects along the border. A front line consisted of at least one first-rate power, sixty second-rate forces, and one hundred and fifty third-rate forces.

There were no less than a hundred thousand guards on one front, three lines in all of the south. The rest of the area, with the exception of the north, had similar numbers of subordinates.

The Guanhai Sect was included in the line of Huaian, but the retreat of Huaian took place in a total of five days, and 100,000 people actually couldn't block the retreat of Huaian in a total of five days.

Tian Jue sucked in a breath of cold air before calming himself down. He cupped his hands together and said to the two Wu Di Clan disciples: "Tian Jue thanks you, but Tian Jue cannot come with you."

After he finished speaking, Tian Jue pushed open the door and left, leaving behind the two bewildered little disciples of the Wu Di Sect. They didn't know what to do for a moment.

When Tian Jue left, the two disciples had a conversation:

"Martial Uncle said that after he wakes up, he wants us to keep an eye on him, afraid that he might suffer some sort of provocation."

"But Martial Uncle also said that his martial arts is very high. We can't beat him."

"Is he that Tian Jue from the Ocean Viewing Sect?"

"Probably not."

"If that's the case …"

"We don't know anything."

Tian Jue saw many civilians fleeing towards the north. They supported each other and followed closely behind the retreating troops of the aristocratic families. He could not see the end of the crowd for a while.

Of course, there were also people patrolling back and forth on horseback to prevent bandits or those with ill intentions from harming the civilians.

Tian Jue rode on his horse and passed a mountain pass. Suddenly, he saw a dozen bandits riding on horses coming down the slope on both sides. They were holding on to scimitars as they cried out 'wuwuwuwuwuwu.

The hand raised and the blade fell. Fresh blood sprayed out like a fountain and a life was taken. The crowd instantly fell into chaos.

Tian Jue jumped off his horse and used the Bewitching Steps to easily take the lives of the two bandits. However, there were still more than ten bandits that were trying to take the lives of these innocent people.

No matter how fast Tian Jue's movements were, they could not guarantee that not a single one of them would die. When he rushed over, he had already lost more than ten lives.

These bandits did not care about Sky Juetian taking their lives, but were immersed in the pleasure of killing. A few disciples of the recently patrolling clans and families rushed over, and together with Tian Jue, they killed all of the bandits.

Although Tian Jue and the people from the supreme sects had acted quickly enough, the crowd was simply too dense. The bandits' attacks had easily taken the lives of over fifty people, the youngest was only five or six years old.

More than ten bandits had taken the lives of fifty people so easily.

Tian Jue looked at the people who were holding the corpses in pain and the corpses who were lying in pools of blood.

"This is already the fifth time, is this how your sect's aristocratic families protect us?" A middle-aged man who was carrying a child's corpse suddenly put the corpse down, pointed at Tian Jue and the people from the clan that came to help, and said angrily.

Hearing his shout, the rest of the commoners all looked towards Tian Jue's group.

"We've already worked hard." A disciple of a sect lowered his head and said.

The middle-aged man continued angrily, "Then what about the rest of your sect?"

Seeing that Tian Jue's group didn't speak and the middle-aged man still wanted to attack, an old man came up to him. With a "hu" sound, the middle-aged man covered his slapped face and looked at the old man in shock.

"Father …"

"I don't have a son like you! How could these millions of young disciples protect this long line of millions of people?

Do you know why the young disciple is here? Didn't you ask where the rest of them were? Your father, I will tell you, this unfilial son!

Why do you think you are still alive and haven't been caught by the Western barbarians? You think you can run? A horse that can outrun the Western barbarians? It's the rest of the Venerable Class sects and families behind you who used their flesh and blood to block those Western Steel Cavalry!

The Western Wasteland army is vast and mighty, over a million people, and we only have a single line of security, Mu He's line total of two hundred thousand people, and that's two hundred thousand people! " The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and he slapped the middle-aged man again.

At this point, everyone lowered their heads in silence. That's right, millions of people were escorted by tens of thousands of young disciples, and among these tens of thousands of people, there were some who were still at the frontlines and could not fight.

At the end of the Southern Wasteland, the aristocratic families were preparing for war and dealing with the unceasing invasion of the bandits, so they couldn't care less about the residents who had been evacuated from the Wyane line.