"Release! Release it bit by bit! "
"He's still so stubborn even when he's about to die. I want him to suffer in agony until he dies!"
As Qing Fengzi spoke in a sinister and arrogant tone, the two disciples who were holding the rope slowly loosened the rope and tightened their grip. They waited for Xia Hai's flesh to be pierced by the iron nails before lowering it again.
"Brother Xia! Brother Xia! "
Leng Han, whose hands and feet were chained, cried out sorrowfully as he watched Xia Hai's flesh being pierced by the iron nails. He struggled with all his might against the disciples who were holding him down. His eyes were filled with anger as he roared, "Qing Fengzi, Qing Fengzi, you devil, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
At this time, Leng Han was like a mad beast, using his own flesh and blood to hit the two disciples in front of him desperately.
With a bang, Leng Han knocked down one of the disciples. He dragged his heavy anklet and rushed towards Qing Fengzi.
"Motherf * cker! How dare a lowly prisoner hit me! "
The disciple who was knocked down by Leng Han was furious. He quickly stood up from the ground, his eyes red and his veins bulging. When he was in front of Leng Han, he raised the scabbard in his hand and smashed it towards the left side of Leng Han's face.
"Bang!"
Buzz buzz buzz!
The left side of Leng Han's face was deformed by the disciple's scabbard. At this moment, Leng Han could only feel that the world was spinning.
"Motherf * cker, how dare you hit me!"
Before Leng Han could turn around after his left face was deformed, the disciple bellowed in anger. He picked up the scabbard and smacked Leng Han's right face again.
Pfft!
Leng Han, who was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, was hit by the disciple from the left side of his face to the right side. Fresh blood and bile gushed out from his pale mouth.
"You're so f * cking cheap. Who do you think you are?"
The disciple shouted coldly again. He raised his black riding boot and kicked Leng Han's chin again.
Leng Han's bracelet and anklet clanged a few times. He was kicked over by his disciple and fell to the ground with a plop. His face was pale and blood spurted out from his mouth.
Seeing this scene, Qing Fengzi applauded with a sinister look on his face as he praised, "Well done. Disciples, listen up. From today onwards, all disciples of the Swords Sect will officially become your Sword Slave. You can do whatever you want!"
"Thank you, master!"
Qing Fengzi's disciples were just like him, they were all extremely sinister people.
When they heard him say that the disciples of the Swords Sect were their Sword Slaves, and that they could beat them up as they pleased, a sinister smile appeared on their faces.
Qing Fengzi's face was full of pride when he saw the disciples' compliments. He ordered, "Disciples, from now on, they are all your Sword Slaves!"
"Thank you, master!"
Qing Fengzi sneered when he saw the disciples dragging out the disciples of the Swords Sect one by one and beating them up as sword targets. He snorted arrogantly and said, "The World's Number One Kenzō? Bullsh * t!"
When Qing Fengzi, who had been shouting coldly and complacently, saw the portrait of the Patriarch in the great hall of the Myriad Sword Sect, a sinister look flashed across his eyes. He ordered, "Men, tear that bullshit portrait of the Patriarch in the great hall!"
Upon hearing Qing Fengzi's order to tear the portrait of the Founding Master, Leng Tianmo and the disciples of the Swords Sect who were being beaten up as Sword Slaves suddenly became indignant. Disregarding the pain from the beating, they struggled with all their might and rushed to the main hall to stop Qing Fengzi's disciples from tearing down the portrait of the Founding Master.
Although it was just an ordinary portrait, to Leng Tianmo and the disciples of the Swords Sect, that was their Founding Master, their root, their dignity, and the most precious treasure that they would protect even at the cost of their lives.
"Hahahaha!"
Qing Fengzi looked at the scene of Leng Tianmo and the disciples of the Swords Sect struggling to run to the main hall and being beaten to the ground by his own disciples. Qing Fengzi shouted angrily at the two disciples who had already rushed to the main hall of the Swords Sect, "Tear it, tear that old bastard!"
When Leng Tianmo and the disciples heard Qing Fengzi's order and saw the two disciples moving towards the portrait of the Founding Master, they were all knocked down to the ground by Qing Fengzi's disciples. They spat out mouthfuls of blood and could not move. Their faces were filled with sorrow as they cried out.
"Founding Master, Founding Master, the disciples are useless. The disciples deserve to die. We can't even protect your portrait!"
"Founding Master, the disciples are unfilial, unfilial …"
Just as Leng Tianmo and the disciples were crying out in sorrow, Qing Fengzi ran into the main hall and reached out to touch the portrait of the Founding Master.
A swoosh was heard!
A shuttling object cut through the air current.
It was like a ray of white light passing through the main entrance of the Swords Sect and heading straight towards the main hall of the Swords Sect.
"What is that!"
"Everyone, look, what is that!"
"It's so fast, we can't even see what it is."
When Qing Fengzi and the people present noticed the lightning-like shuttling object, it had already passed through the swordsmanship field and passed over the heads of Qing Fengzi's disciples.
The eyebrows of two of Qing Fengzi's disciples were sliced off by the shuttling object. Their faces were filled with terror as they knelt on the ground, trembling all over.
To the surprise of Qing Fengzi and the others, the shining shuttling object flew straight towards the main hall. With a click, it pierced through the main hall and was about to touch the chests of the two disciples in the portrait of the Founding Master.
Two puff sounds!
The two disciples who were about to tear the portrait of the Founding Master spat out blood. Their faces were filled with terror as they fell from the table and died on the spot!
Seeing this scene, everyone present was deeply shocked.
Qing Fengzi's eyes flickered as he ordered his disciples, "Go! Let's see what the shuttling object is! "
As soon as Qing Fengzi's voice fell, everyone's gazes were focused on the two disciples who were walking towards the main hall step by step with terror on their faces.
Qing Fengzi, who was arrogant and insufferably arrogant just a moment ago, had a nervous expression on his face as he muttered to himself in his heart, "What the hell is that? How could it have such a fast speed and such a powerful ability to stay airborne for a long time!"
Leng Tianmo and the other disciples of the Swords Sect were also shocked. They did not know that all the major sword sects in the world had already made the Swords Sect their public enemy. At this moment, who would still be willing to fight for the Swords Sect?
"Elder, Elder, who is helping our Swords Sect?!"
Hearing the disciple's question, Leng Tianmo's mind was still replaying the scene where the shuttling object passed through the main entrance of the Swords Sect and went straight into the main hall, piercing through two disciples. Initially, the elder wanted to tell them that it was Qin Feng.
But when he thought of the shuttling object's ability to stay airborne for a long time and penetrating power, he shook his head at them silently.
He knew that in the entire Godly Sword Continent, apart from the Heaven's Sword Sect and the Heaven's Saber Sect, there was no other cultivator who had such control and penetrative power in the air.
Because people who could have such cultivation were no longer called martial artists, but cultivators. It had not even been ten days since Qin Feng left. When Qin Feng left, he was only a second-grade Sword Venerable with a cultivation of level-six spiritual energy.
If he wanted to break through the third-grade Sword Dao level, advance to level-four spiritual energy, and attain level-one divine energy within ten days …
It was almost impossible.
Thinking of this, Leng Tianmo was bewildered in his heart, "Cultivator, could it be that the person who sent the shuttling object is from the Heaven Kenzō or the Heaven Saber Sect?"
Under Leng Tianmo's bewildered voice, everyone's gazes were fixed on the two disciples who had already walked into the main hall. They were filled with curiosity about the shuttling object that suddenly appeared and pierced through the two disciples of the Qingfeng Sect.
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