It was the voice of a young man. It was cold and majestic.
It was filled with disdain and disdain.
Jiang Tiansheng was unconscious and could not hear it.
Jiang Tianyi was on the verge of losing consciousness and could hear it clearly.
However, he felt that the voice was familiar yet unfamiliar.
As for Qin Dong, who was standing at the entrance of the palace, his body stiffened. He was stunned.
At first, he felt that the voice was familiar.
In the next instant, when he searched his memories and recalled the voice, endless fear surged in his mind.
In an instant, his mind and reason were filled with endless fear.
The familiar scenes from more than eleven hundred years ago that had been imprinted in his Soul and would never be forgotten for the rest of his life reappeared in his mind.
Instantly, Qin Dong felt a chill run down his spine. He was completely stunned.
His face turned ghastly pale, his eyes opened wide as he stared fixedly at the depths of the gloomy hall, and his mind went completely blank.
He was not the only one. In the sky outside the palace,
The figures of Xu Zhang, Gu Xi, and Lu Qingsong stiffened as well. Their eyes suddenly opened wide as they revealed expressions that were filled with terror and astonishment.
They couldn't believe that the strange yet familiar voice had appeared again.
What followed was memories from a thousand years ago, which surged endlessly in their minds.
Scenes of swords and sabers, mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The humiliating scenes caused the three of them to tremble and break out in cold sweat.
Back then …
It was not only the three of them. It was also a calamity for the Left Guardian Qin Dong and the entire Hundred Refinement Ancient Sect.
That day, the white-robed, black-haired human stepped into the Hundred Refinement Ancient Sect.
He used his sword to slaughter the entire Hundred Refinement Ancient Sect.
Regardless of whether it was the young prodigies or the respected Almighties.
Even the Sect Master and the Supreme Elder submitted to the white-robed young man's sword. They trembled like ants and dead dogs.
The proud Supreme Elder could not stand the humiliation and self-detonated on the spot.
In the end, more than half of the Hundred Refinement Ancient Sect's cave was destroyed. The mountains and rivers within 100,000 miles were reduced to ruins.
However, the white-robed young man was still unharmed.
That day was the nightmare of all the Hundred Refinement Ancient Sect's disciples.
Originally …
After the great battle of the gods a thousand years ago, the white clothed youth's blood dyed the starry sky outside the realm, and he died with hatred.
The people of the Hundred Refinements Ancient Sect thought that the nightmare was over.
The humiliation and disaster of the past had dissipated with the white-clothed young man, never to return.
But now.
When the cold and disdainful voice sounded again, Qin Dong, Xu Zhang, Gu Xi, Lu Qingsong, and the others were all dazed.
It was as if they had returned to the past, where they were surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
They remembered the fear of being dominated by that young man and that sword.
What the hell?
Wasn't that person already dead?
How could his voice appear again?
Inside and outside the palace, the only person who could still maintain her composure was Chen Lan.
He stared blankly at the Palace of Heaven's Will, at the terrified Qin Dong, and then at the three elders beside him.
He couldn't understand why his master and the three elders would have such a reaction.
They seemed to be terrified!
But what were they afraid of?
Thinking up to this point, Chen Lan could not help but look at Yan Shangao behind her, wanting to ask him about it.
However.
He realized that Yan Shangao was also trembling. His face was ashen, and his expression and eyes were filled with fear.
In fact, he seemed to be in a daze, and his mind was not clear.
"Uncle Yan, what … what's going on?
That voice just now seemed to belong to that bastard Tianxing. Why did you … "
Yan Shangao stared at the Palace of Heaven's Will with his eyes wide open. His voice trembled as he roared crazily, "It's him! It's his voice! He's back!
This is impossible!
He clearly died a long time ago. How can he still be alive?
Why didn't I notice it before?
Why is it him? "
Seeing how terrified Yan Shangao was and how he was howling hysterically, Chen Lan suddenly understood something.
He suddenly remembered.
More than 1,100 years ago, he left the Hundred Refinements Ancient Sect under his master's orders to carry out a mission in the secular world.
He left for three years.
When he completed his mission and returned to the Hundred Refinements Ancient Sect, he saw that the entire grotto-heaven was in a mess. There were ruins and smoke everywhere.
The once glorious Hundred Refinements Ancient Sect was only left with broken walls, countless corpses, and bloodstains.
The number of people in the sect had decreased by more than half.
The once high-spirited prodigies, the high and mighty elders, and the protectors had all become silent and dejected.
Chen Lan only knew then.
All of this was because of that white-robed young man.
As for his title, there were only two words.
Kenshin!
At that moment, Chen Lan saw the reactions of Yan Shangao, the three elders, and his master, and instantly understood.
"It's him! It's that Kenshin from back then!
No! How is this possible?! "
Chen Lan was also dumbfounded. He stared at the Palace of Heaven's Will with his mouth agape. He could not help but exclaim softly.
At that moment.
In the depths of the Palace of Heaven's Will's main hall, that cold and majestic voice sounded again.
"If the Hundred Refinements Ancient Sect is still the same as before and only knows how to bully the weak, then there's no need for it to exist.
Qin Dong, Xu Zhang, Gu Xi, Lu Qingsong … All of you are full of evil. You should atone for your sins with your deaths! "
As this voice sounded, an invisible pressure and killing intent surged out from the depths of the main hall.
It was as if a peak God King had descended from the heavens and earth.
That bone-chilling killing intent caused everyone's blood to freeze and their hearts to stop beating. It was as if they were enveloped by death.
If they had only heard his voice a moment ago and still had doubts about his identity, they would have found it hard to believe.
But at this moment, their last doubts were dispelled.
They were absolutely certain.
That's right!
It was him, Kenshin!
That terrifying fellow had returned!
At this moment, Qin Dong, Xu Zhang, and the others couldn't help but tremble. Their minds were completely swallowed up by fear.
Without any hesitation, they instinctively turned around and flew into the distance with ashen faces.
"Run!"
"Run!"
"Don't kill us! Pretend we never came!"
"Lord Kenshin, spare us!"
Qin Dong, Xu Zhang, and the others all shouted in different voices.
But they all fled the Palace of Heaven's Will as fast as they could.
In the blink of an eye, they had all fled without a trace.
This included Yan Shangao and the terrified Chen Lan.
Lying in the corner of the main hall, Jiang Tianyi, who was on the brink of unconsciousness, was also stunned.
"How could this be? Why did Young Master Tianxing's voice change?
Qin Dong and the people from the Hundred Refinements Ancient Sect didn't even see him. They only heard his voice. Why are they so scared? "
While he was puzzled, he suddenly remembered that Gu Xi had shouted, "Lord Kenshin, spare us!"
Thinking of this, Jiang Tianyi was stunned.
"Lord Kenshin? It's really him. He's the benefactor of the Jiang Clan. I didn't do anything wrong! "
Incomparable joy surged into Jiang Tianyi's heart. His vision turned black as he fainted.
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