Senior Sister, we’ve come.
Whoever bullied you, your junior brothers absolutely won’t spare them!
These words, shouted from Su Xiaomo and Li Fei’s mouths, ravaged the sky, hardly fading for a long time!
Awoo!
Awoo!
Hurricane Wolves flew over.
A thousand wolf cavalry soldiers, led by Zhong Yi, stood on the Extreme Cold Palace’s training grounds like a mighty army.
At that moment.
Extreme Cold Palace disciples surging out from the inner courtyard numbered in the tens of thousands.
However.
In terms of momentum, they absolutely couldn’t compare with the Wangu Sect disciples.
Because these people all stood with straight spines, radiating a powerful aura that could only be described as “iron bones clanging”!
Though the sect had changed its name.
The tenet of being iron-bones-clanging people and doing iron-bones-clanging deeds would never be erased!
“Impressive!”
The experts hiding in the shadows responsible for protecting Sect Master Jun, seeing the Wangu Sect disciples’ aura of “who else but me,” all showed admiration in their gazes.
This sect had just risen, yet facing a fourth-rate major sect, they showed absolutely no cowardice. How were they trained!
As martial artists of Southwest Yang Province, infected by the Wangu Sect disciples’ momentum, a strong sense of pride involuntarily rose in their hearts!
Who says our province’s strength is poor!
Who says our province’s forces can be trampled by anyone!
Today, this very day.
Let you all witness Southwest Yang Province’s rising superstar among the top three sects emerging from humble beginnings!
Whoosh, whoosh—
In the sky, energy gradually dissipated.
Jun Changxiao, standing on the Demon Ridge Black Eagle, had a gaze flickering with coldness.
The Extreme Cold Palace Master’s expression was extremely ugly.
Just now, deploying his trump card martial technique, it was easily broken by that eagle beast. Its strength probably wasn’t weaker than his own!
Nonsense.
Without sufficient combat power, how would Sect Master Jun so rashly charge over here?
Your Extreme Cold Palace has Wuwang, my Wangu Sect also has them. Your Extreme Cold Palace has Wuhuang, my Wangu Sect likewise has them.
What’s there to fear?
Take him down!
Jun Changxiao raised his hand, pointing at the great hall, his voice ice-cold: “All disciples listen to orders, flatten the Extreme Cold Palace!”
“Yes!”
All disciples shouted in unison, their voices shaking the nine heavens!
Clang, clang, clang!
Long Ziyang and the others drew their Cold Edge Swords, Overlord Spears, and even Iron Shields, extremely strong killing intent surging around their bodies.
Li Shangtian and Viper, carrying sniper rifles, had already occupied the high ground. Bullets loaded, safeties released, they locked onto the opposing crowd.
“Brother Snake.”
“I’m not nervous at all right now!”
“Just hope you won’t shoot our fellow sect members!”
…
The Wangu Sect disciples’ killing intent surged. The Extreme Cold Palace Master then said in a deep voice: “Those who offend my Extreme Cold Palace—none shall leave alive!”
The mountain gate was forcibly broken, and they killed their own elders. Anyone with any backbone absolutely wouldn’t compromise!
Swish!
Swish!
In an instant, over ten Wuwang-level elders from the Extreme Cold Palace, carrying powerful spiritual energy, charged out from the great hall. Their explosive energy shook space itself into distortion!
“Swish! Swish!”
The Ning brothers flew over, arms swinging. Blazing flame blades instantly condensed, carrying the force of ten thousand jun as they blasted over!
“Not good!”
“Dodge quickly!”
The Extreme Cold Palace elders exclaimed.
Unfortunately, they were still a step too slow. Two Wuwang-level cultivators couldn’t dodge in time and were directly hit by the flame slashes. Terrifying wounds appeared on their chests, and they blasted into the great hall’s stone platform like cannonballs.
The Blazing Heaven Flame Slash purchased from the Shop, when performed by Ning Duxing and Ning Duzui, displayed terrifying combat power!
“Stomp!”
Ye Xingchen took a step forward. The floor beneath his feet caved in. His right fist, infused with spiritual energy, fiercely struck out at the void, directly blasting an incoming Wuwang-level cultivator away!
Bang—
That elder directly smashed into the stone platform, his entire body embedded within. His right fist directly shattered, and he fainted in a state of near death.
Again, an instant kill!
Though our Ye Aoجiao had just stepped into Wuwang, his strength was absolutely not inferior to fourth or fifth-rank Wuwang!
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Just then, bullets whizzed past from beside him, precisely hitting another attacking Extreme Cold Palace elder, shaking him flying outward.
Xiao Zuiji pulled the bolt, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile.
“Tch.”
Ye Xingchen said coolly: “Meddling.”
Though Xiao Zuiji’s assistance was obviously superfluous, in this situation, having fellow sect members help him caused Night Emperor’s state of mind to undergo a subtle change.
Sometimes.
He often thought that when he returned to his peak and went to find his enemies for revenge.
They would probably, just like today when coming to rescue Lu Qianqian, accompany him at his side, facing danger together.
Ye Aoجiao had truly changed.
With his former personality, he wouldn’t have such strange thoughts.
“Senior Brother.”
Zhou Hong appeared behind him, saying: “Move aside.”
Ye Xingchen, in the midst of contemplation, shifted his body to the side, clearing the front.
Clang—
“Sword momentum, Startled Swan!”
Swoosh—
In the void, sword light flashed. Space seemed to be directly torn apart in that moment, radiating extremely strong sword might!
“Slash!”
The sound of blood spurting transmitted.
That Extreme Cold Palace elder charging over was directly severed at the waist by the unparalleled sword qi!
“Sword King!”
The experts hiding in the shadows showed shock in their gazes.
That disciple called Ye Xingchen being a Wuwang already shocked them enough. They hadn’t expected there to be another disciple who was a Sword King!
After Zhou Hong made his move, not only the hidden experts were shocked.
Those Extreme Cold Palace elders eager to try also all showed drastically changed expressions.
Sword King.
The most unreasonable existence among King-level tiers.
Even if one’s strength was higher, being directly instant-killed wasn’t surprising!
The Extreme Cold Palace Master’s gaze gradually darkened.
First riding an eagle beast comparable to Wuhuang directly flying over, then using siege weapons to blast open the mountain gate, and now the people he brought had such formidable strength.
This truly was coming with ill intent!
“Kill!”
Zhong Yi shouted loudly.
Awoo!
Awoo!
A thousand wolf cavalry soldiers urged their Hurricane Wolves, dragging blue light trails, charging forth like a sharp blade!
In this battle, they faced tens of thousands of disciples from a fourth-rate sect—definitely stronger than the White Tiger Legion—yet still advanced with an invincible posture, conducting crazy slaughter!
The reason was none other.
After a period of training and cultivation, the Wolf Cavalry Hall members’ strength had undergone tremendous enhancement again.
Boom!
Boom!
Light brought forth by martial techniques and weapons flashed across the training grounds with thousands of years of history. Extreme Cold Palace disciples fell one after another, exactly like weeds being harvested by the wolf cavalry.
Speaking of which.
As a fourth-rate sect, where were the Extreme Cold Palace’s inner sect disciples or even personal disciples?
Mm.
They were currently being beaten down by Sima Zhongda and Cui Bujian.
Those with relatively stronger strength were being handled by Long Ziyang, Song Xuanzhou, and the others.
In summary.
This fourth-rate sect’s top disciples were being completely hammered by the Wangu Sect disciples. The core members Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji were already fighting Wuwang-level elders and couldn’t be bothered to pay attention.
The gap.
This was the gap!
The experts in the shadows responsible for protection had their mouths twitching.
Several main disciples of the Wangu Sect, with peak Wuzong cultivation, could actually fight Wuwang-level elders to a standstill—this was truly too frightening!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
From the high ground, Li Shangtian fired frequently.
Bullets grazed past fellow sect members’ scalps and went on to shoot dead those Extreme Cold Palace disciples with relatively high strength on the spot.
The Ning brothers’ robes billowed without wind. Various martial techniques were frequently deployed, entangled with several Wuwang-level elders, not only not falling into a disadvantage but completely suppressing their opponents!
The situation was one-sided.
Jun Changxiao raised one hand. The Green Dragon Crescent Blade materialized from nowhere, his gaze fierce: “Extreme Cold Palace Master, you and I shall battle!”
Swish—
Leaping with one bound, as if wanting to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!
Whoosh, whoosh—
The mighty and extraordinary Martial Saint Soul instantly manifested, flashing with brilliant multi-colored light.
His seventh-rank Sword Martial Dual King cultivation fully opened. Spiritual energy and sword intent fused into the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, directly swinging down consecutively four times!
Crack, crack, crack—
Violent blade qi tore through space, carrying dragon roars as it howled forth!
The Extreme Cold Palace Master’s expression drastically changed.
At this moment, he had to take it head-on, because if he chose to dodge, the great hall standing through wind and rain for thousands of years behind him would definitely cease to exist!