Zhen Dejun had arranged the Chain Thunder Gathering Grand Array within the Extreme Cold Palace and urgently wanted to detonate it to appreciate his masterpiece!
This was a madman!
However.
There was another madman.
That was—Jun Changxiao!
He stood proudly on Little Dragon’s palm, his gaze cold as frost as he said: “Hand over this seat’s disciple, or else the Extreme Cold Palace will completely disappear from this world!”
The Extreme Cold Palace Master was so angry he nearly vomited blood.
A sect from southwestern Yang Province dared to come to northeastern Lu Province and spout such arrogant words—this absolutely could not be tolerated!
However.
Given the current situation, he had no choice but to compromise, because the sect might truly be razed to the ground!
“Sect Master Jun!”
The Extreme Cold Palace Master said through gritted teeth: “Our palace did issue a warrant for your sect’s disciple, but after the battle in the Boundless Ice Sea, we lost her trail and are still searching to this day!”
“Bullshit!”
Jun Changxiao said: “This seat has already received intelligence that my disciple has been captured by you. You’re still making excuses to brush me off—do you really think I won’t dare destroy the Extreme Cold Palace?”
“Sect Master!”
Zhen Dejun said coldly: “Let this old man directly detonate the array!”
Sect Master Jun wanted nothing more than to kick him into the Milky Way.
My precious eldest disciple hasn’t been found yet. If you detonate the array, wouldn’t that harm her too?
Jun Changxiao remained very calm.
If not for considering Lu Qianqian, he could have fired a few more artillery shells from outside and razed the Extreme Cold Palace to the ground.
“Sect Master Jun!”
The Extreme Cold Palace Master’s face turned iron-blue as he said: “Your sect’s disciple truly is not in our Extreme Cold Palace. The so-called intelligence may be false rumors spread through hearsay!”
How could Jun Changxiao believe that? He said: “It seems you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin.”
“Kill for this seat!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Splat! Splat!
Zhong Yi and the others rode their Hurricane Wolves, continuing to massacre madly on the martial arts field. The Extreme Cold Palace disciples were completely no match for even one exchange.
“We can’t let him continue this chaos, or it will incite public outrage in northeastern Lu Province!” The powerful expert from Heaven’s Edict Academy hidden in the shadows was about to reveal himself to stop this.
Too late.
Because from the firmament, streams of light rapidly arrived—eight in number—reaching the airspace above the Extreme Cold Palace at maximum speed.
The radiance dispersed, revealing eight Martial Emperor-level experts with magnificent auras.
These people were respectively—the Fourth-Rate Profound Spirit Sect’s Sect Master, the Fourth-Rate Ice Peak Valley’s Valley Master, the Fourth-Rate Superior Cold Sect’s Sect Master, the Fourth-Rate Ice Soul Gate’s Gate Master…
“This is troublesome!”
The Heaven’s Edict Academy expert furrowed his brow.
The experts dispatched by the Authentication Main Hall’s side also wore bitter expressions.
Most sects in northeastern Lu Province were descended from the Ice Emperor’s lineage from ten thousand years ago. Though they normally engaged in open and covert struggles with deceit and trickery, they would definitely unite against external threats!
“Sect Master!”
Zhen Dejun said gravely: “The wind is tight—scatter!”
Damn!
Where did that arrogant pervert attitude go!
As an old hand in the martial world, Zhen Dejun knew when to show off and when to keep a low profile.
Eight Martial Emperors hovered above the Extreme Cold Palace, looking down at the disciples who had been slaughtered in disarray below. Their brows all furrowed.
“Boy.”
The Profound Spirit Sect Master said coldly: “What grudge, what resentment, makes you attack the Extreme Cold Palace!”
Whoosh whoosh—
The eight Martial Emperors fully opened their qi domains, permeating the entire outer courtyard. Though the Eternal Ages Sect disciples could resist, they instinctively stopped their hands and retreated to the mountain gate ruins.
The current situation was:
Nine fourth-rate sect masters, nine Martial Emperors, in a standoff with the Eternal Ages Sect. A photo would definitely win the year’s most shocking photography award!
Facing so many Martial Emperors, Jun Changxiao wasn’t panicked at all. He said: “Bullying my disciple is the grudge, is the resentment.”
“Everyone.”
The Extreme Cold Palace Master said angrily: “This boy is the Eternal Ages Sect Master from southwestern Yang Province. He speaks arrogantly about destroying our Extreme Cold Palace!”
With eight sect masters arriving as reinforcements, he breathed a secret sigh of relief.
Honestly, without reinforcements, the Extreme Cold Palace would truly have been tragic today!
“Oh?”
The Ice Peak Valley Master sneered: “So this is the sect evaluated as top three in potential who also changed its name?”
“This seat has heard that this sect’s master is also a dual Sword and Blade King. We discussed it before, but unexpectedly we’re seeing him in person today.” The Superior Cold Sect Master said lightly.
Don’t be fooled by these fellows’ calm and breezy expressions—they felt considerable shock in their hearts.
This Eternal Ages Sect seemed to have risen overnight, yet now could break through the Extreme Cold Palace’s mountain gate and kill their way to before the great hall. Without real strength, this would be absolutely impossible!
“Everyone.”
Jun Changxiao said lightly: “This seat is not someone who holds grudges. Quickly release my eldest disciple, and this matter will be written off.”
“…”
Hearing these words, the experts hiding in the shadows had their mouths twitch violently.
Sect Master Jun!
You broke through their mountain gate and killed so many disciples.
Eight sect masters personally came to help—if they let you leave, that would be seeing ghosts!
“Written off?”
The Extreme Cold Palace Master’s face became ferocious: “Jun Changxiao, today both you and your disciples must leave your lives in the Extreme Cold Palace!”
Jun Changxiao said: “Does this mean you won’t release this seat’s disciple?”
Release what!
Our Extreme Cold Palace doesn’t even have your disciple!
If there were no reinforcements, he might have said so, but now with full confidence, he sneered: “Even if your Eternal Ages Sect disciple is in our Extreme Cold Palace, this seat won’t release her.”
“Impressive!”
Jun Changxiao raised his hand and transmitted: “Retreat!”
He wimped out!
Eight Martial Emperors staring them down—there was no choice but to wimp out!
Damn it!
Wait until this master finds a way to rescue my eldest disciple, I’ll definitely play with you properly—play until you’re in agony!
Swish!
Swish!
The Eternal Ages Sect disciples received the order and withdrew from the Extreme Cold Palace with lightning speed.
Would the eight Martial Emperors watch them retreat?
Of course not.
Whoosh whoosh—
In an instant, eight streams of Martial Emperor might erupted, immediately forming an overwhelming momentum that enveloped the Eternal Ages Sect disciples.
“Screech!”
The Demon Ridge Black Eagle landed at the mountain gate. Its arms suddenly swung, immediately stirring up fierce winds that instantly blew away the sweeping Martial Emperor pressure.
Even so, it couldn’t completely neutralize everything. Considerable residual might still pressed down.
Just as it was about to touch the Eternal Ages Sect disciples, scorching towering flames erupted, instantly clearing it away.
Little Dragon and the Demon Ridge Black Eagle contended against the momentum of eight Martial Emperors without falling behind at all!
Strong.
Very strong!
Jun Changxiao said coldly: “If this seat’s disciple suffers any mishap, this seat will make all the Extreme Cold Palace’s people pay with their blood!”
Swish!
He elegantly departed while being carried on Little Dragon’s back.
“Boy!”
The Profound Spirit Sect Master waved his large hand. Vast power instantly condensed in the firmament as he coldly shouted: “You cannot leave!”
He was a Seventh Grade Martial Emperor—extremely powerful!
“Master.”
Little Dragon flung Jun Changxiao away with a toss, its gaze flashing with battle intent: “I’ll hold the rear!”
“Whoosh whoosh—”
Scorching flames erupted, then converged into a tornado-like vortex, rising up like a Rising Dragon Strike to meet the descending Martial Emperor force!
Boom!
Little Dragon destroyed the Profound Spirit Sect Master’s technique with one punch, landed at the mountain gate, then puffed up its cheeks.
“Whoosh whoosh—”
The flames around its body seemed to have wood added, burning madly and gradually expanding.
Boom!
Little Dragon stomped one foot on the ground. Its entire body transformed from child to giant form, its voice incomparably deep: “Dry and withered, rough and scaly, not smooth at all.”
Screech—
The Demon Ridge Black Eagle raised its head and roared. Its enormous wings suddenly retracted, and its entire body was wrapped in black qi. Then a light, cheerful laugh came from within: “Forcing this one to use battle form—you humans are really annoying.”
Little Dragon’s expression froze.
Looking down, it saw a graceful black-haired young girl stepping barefoot out from the black qi.
She wore black feather clothing, a pair of bright eyes as dark as stars.
Very cute!
“You are…” Little Dragon said in astonishment: “That big bird from just now?”
The black-clothed young girl flicked her black hair, incomparably proud: “Call me Queen!”
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