Jun Changxiao, who had broken through to the sixth grade Martial Master, could easily break through a hundred thousand jin of strength with any martial technique.
This was quite terrifying.
One must know that the most ordinary first grade Wuzong only had a hundred thousand jin of strength. For him to be able to achieve this at his current level, the increase would definitely exceed six thousand jin.
In other words.
Although Sect Leader Jun was only a sixth grade Martial Master, he already had the strength of an ordinary Wuzong. If he used the Strength Increasing Talisman, he would be even more brutal.
Li Luoqiu, who was also a sixth grade Martial Master, definitely did not have such a strong strength.
Thus, without a doubt, the strongest person in Iron Bone was Sect Leader Jun.
Ye Xingchen?
He was only strong in martial arts experience.
In terms of true strength, he was far from being able to compare.
Even a sword cultivator like Zhou Hong, if he did not rely on the Ling Jian God Technique, would be lacking.
Sect Leader Jun was strong, but he rarely fought.
After all, he had a group of disciples, so he did not need to use his full strength unless he was facing a strong enemy.
The Ghost Hand Sect Elder in front of him was on the same level as him, so he had to make a move!
Song Si was a third grade Martial Master, but his strength was only fifty thousand. The difference was two times.
How could he fight?
There was no way!
Jun Changxiao used the Exploding Fist, and with the speed of his strength, it was hard for him to dodge. He could only take the fist on his abdomen.
In an instant, Song Si's eyes popped out. Spiritual energy spread from his back, and a fist-sized hole appeared in his clothes.
"Wah!"
Blood spurted out, and a heart-wrenching pain assaulted his heart.
Jun Changxiao's fist landed on Song Si's body. Although it did not send him flying, it still injured him.
And this was after he pulled back a bit, or else he would have died.
"Pa!"
His other hand reached out and grabbed Song Si's neck, pulling him in front of him.
Jun Changxiao's eyes were cold, "You dare to come to my Iron Bone and take my disciple's life, you must be tired of living."
Killing intent filled the air, and it was incomparably cold!
In front of his disciples, he could appear to be very easy-going and would occasionally be mischievous. However, in front of his enemies, he was definitely like a demon god.
Jun Changxiao had completely transformed. He was no longer a law-abiding Earthling, but a true native of the Falling Star Continent.
"It's not in my character to adapt."
"I will have the Starfall Continent adapt to me. Anyone who dares to bully and humiliate me will have to pay the price."
This was what he had told the System after he had slaughtered hundreds of bandits from the Black Wind Stockade.
Exterminate the Spirit Spring Sect.
Mie Drizzle Building.
Annihilate Blackhawk Hall.
Everything Jun Changxiao did showed that he wanted the Falling Star Continent to adapt to him, rather than to adapt to the Falling Star Continent.
His five fingers gradually tightened, and the pain and fear of death instantly filled Song Si's body. His eyes were filled with terror as he said, "Don't … don't … don't kill me …"
"You don't want to die?" Jun Changxiao asked coldly.
If one could live, who would want to die?
As the force increased, Song Si felt as if half of his body was already stepping on the gates of hell.
That experience of being infinitely close to death was really terrifying!
As an elder of the Ghost Hand Sect, he had never blinked when killing people. Sometimes, he would even cruelly torture his opponents to let them experience the taste of death.
Now that it was his turn, good and evil would be repaid. If one didn't believe it, look up and see who was spared by the heavens.
"No, no … I … want … to die …"
Song Si hadn't completely given up his desire to live. He let out a pleading voice from his painful throat.
Jun Changxiao relaxed a little and said coldly, "If you don't want to die, be my servant."
The moment the power of death disappeared, Song Si felt as if he had stepped out of the gates of hell again. That feeling of escaping from death was really the happiest thing in life!
"Okay … okay … I'll be your servant!" He tried his best to speak clearly, fearing that the other party couldn't hear him and would kill him in the next second.
Swish!
Jun Changxiao retracted his hand.
Plop!
Song Si was relieved and directly collapsed to the ground.
I'm still alive.
I'm still alive!
Jun Changxiao said coldly, "From today onwards, you are my servant. What a servant has to do is listen to me. Otherwise, you'll suffer a fate worse than death."
"Un … understood …" Song Si said weakly.
As long as he could live, he wouldn't care about anything else.
Jun Changxiao squatted down and put one hand on his shoulder. His gaze was cold as he said, "How can this lord believe you?"
"Very simple."
Lu Qianqian had unknowingly leaned against the door and said indifferently, "Make him hand over his soul source."
"Soul source?" Jun Changxiao had never heard of it.
The system said, "Soul source is a martial cultivator's lifeline. If one can grasp it, one's soul can be scattered with just a thought."
Was it that awesome?
"Come."
Jun Changxiao said, "Hand over your soul source and this lord will spare your life."
Song Si's gaze was conflicted, but he felt the palm on his shoulder increase in strength. He said in fear, "I … I'll hand it over!"
Saying that, his mind connected with his soul and pulled out a thread-like object from his body.
This was the soul source.
An existence that was above the three souls and seven spirits.
The system said, "Hold it in your hand and keep it in your Space Ring."
Jun Changxiao reached out and grabbed the soul source, then pulled it out. With a thought, he kept it in his Space Ring.
OK。
Everything was done.
He had already grasped Song Si's lifeline. As long as his mind entered the Space Ring and crushed the soul source, he would die and his soul would scatter.
Of course.
If the soul source was safe and sound, the martial cultivator under control would not be harmed at all. Those who needed to eat would eat, and those who needed to sleep would sleep.
"Let's go."
Jun Changxiao said, "Return to the Ghost Hand Sect and continue to be an elder. When I need you, this lord will contact you."
"Yes …"
"Call me master."
"Yes … master …"
Song Si stood up with difficulty. He dragged his injured body and weakly walked down the mountain step by step.
At that moment, he really wanted to cry.
Why didn't I act like nothing happened? Why did I have to come to Iron Bone!
Now it's good.
Not only did he not kill him, his soul source was also controlled by the Iron Bone Sect Leader and became a servant.
Under the setting sun, Song Si's shadow was pulled infinitely long. It was as if he had aged a few decades.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden quest [Obedient]. You have gained 100 Contribution Points. "
"Ding! Contribution Points: 10501000. "
"Ding! Sect Contribution Points overflow … "
Eh?
Jun Changxiao was stunned, "This is also considered a hidden quest?"
The system said, "The host is holding his soul source, so he will naturally obey."
"Oh."
Jun Changxiao understood and laughed, "I've earned it."
"Sect Leader."
Lu Qianqian asked, "Why didn't you kill him?"
Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose, and said: "If I kill him, the Ghost Hand Sect will definitely not let this matter rest. This lord does not want to cause trouble."
He had just mobilized so many people to destroy a Black Eagle Hall, and now he was going to destroy a Ghost Hand Sect.
What's more …
If he went to destroy this and that every day, how could he develop the sect in a low-key manner?
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