Jun Changxiao's visit to Huayang County was to make an example out of the Iron Bone Sect. If destroying a sixth-rate sect was not enough to show his might, then fighting a fifth-rate sect was not out of the question.
With the middle-grade sect-protection array, he dared to seek death in all kinds of ways.
"Fight to the death?"
Jun Changxiao said indifferently, "That sounds scary."
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Elder He waved his sleeves and a powerful energy burst out from his body, forming a wave of dark energy that spread toward Jun Changxiao.
In the process.
The dark energy gradually condensed and turned into a huge fist with a force of at least three hundred thousand pounds!
Elder He was a seventh-grade Wuzong. Although his strength was not as strong as the Sacred Spring Sect's Patriarch, because he cultivated an evil sect's cultivation method, his combat strength was comparable to that of an eighth-grade Wuzong!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The dark fist came crashing down, stirring up a gust of wind!
"So strong!"
The Stormy Pavilion Master was deeply shocked.
This was only an elder of the Sacred Fire Cliff. Who knew how strong the Cliff Master was!
A fifth-rate sect was so terrifying!
"Boom!"
Right at this moment, the black fist seemed to have hit something halfway, and a deafening boom was heard.
When everything calmed down, Xiao Ziji was standing not far from Jun Changxiao with an iron shield.
"What?"
Elder He's expression changed.
A fist with a force of three hundred thousand pounds was blocked by a mere Martial Master with a shield. This was unbelievable!
The Stormy Pavilion Master's eyes widened.
If he had taken that blow from Elder He, he would have been seriously injured!
This Iron Bone disciple was an impenetrable fortress!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Elder He's aura burst out again and formed an even more powerful dark energy.
Kid.
Let's see how many times you can take it!
"Whoosh —"
After a while, the dark energy gathered and formed a huge fist with a force of three hundred and fifty thousand pounds.
Xiao Ziji frowned.
Even though he didn't budge from the first punch, he was already feeling a little powerless. If he were to take the second punch head-on, he would have no choice but to activate his defensive barrier!
"Sinful Self, withdraw!"
Jun Changxiao said, "I'll meet him."
"Yes!"
Xiao Ziji retracted his defensive barrier and stepped away.
"Hu hu!"
The Fist of Darkness whizzed over, and the force it produced swept up the gravel and dust.
"Shua!"
Jun Changxiao leaped up from the Hurricane Wolf King's body. The Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand glowed brightly as he slashed out an unparalleled azure blade Qi!
The strength of this saber strike was 350,000 Jin.
As a Superior Second Grade Wuzong, Sect Leader Jun's combat prowess had reached more than three hundred thousand jin. Coupled with the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, it was easy for him to fight a Superior Seventh Grade Wuzong!
Whoosh —
The green blade aura seemed to tear the space apart as it slashed the dark fist apart.
"Impossible!"
Elder He said in disbelief, "He is only a Second Grade Wuzong. How can he break my Dark Fist!"
"Shua!"
Jun Changxiao used the Cloud Treading Steps to rush over. He raised the Green Dragon Crescent Blade again and shouted, "Warm Wine Slaying Hua Xiong!"
"Whoosh —"
The green blade aura shot over again.
Elder He was shocked and hurriedly retreated. Even though he managed to dodge it, the Windy Rain Pavilion behind him suffered a calamity. A blade mark was left on it, and it was on the verge of collapsing!
"Shua!"
"Shua!"
Sect Leader Jun didn't let him off. He used his movement technique and rushed over again. Furthermore, he unreasonably slashed out two more times. The strength of each slash was extremely strong!
Elder He didn't dare to take it head-on. He could only choose to continue dodging. In the end, the two green blade auras slashed the walls of the hall again.
"Weng! Weng! "
The hall that had been built for many years started to shake violently after being hit three times.
"Not good!"
"The hall is going to collapse!"
"Boom!"
The hall that had been through countless storms finally collapsed. Dust flew up and covered the sky!
"Pu!"
The Pavilion Leader of the Windy Rain Pavilion spat out a mouthful of blood.
The door that represented his face was destroyed by the Iron Bone Sect. He was already furious. Now that the hall that represented the sect's dignity was collapsing, he was naturally furious.
Elder He wasn't in the mood to care about the hall. He looked at Jun Changxiao with fear.
In a short exchange of blows, he realized that the strength of the Iron Bone Sect Leader, who was young and had a low realm, was definitely not below him!
"Shua!"
Jun Changxiao waved his Green Dragon Crescent Blade and said indifferently, "Coward that only knows how to hide."
Elder He's gaze became even more sinister.
Jun Changxiao said, "This seat is only targeting the Windy Rain Pavilion today. If you know what's good for you, you'd better scram."
This was giving him a chance.
"Hmph."
Elder He waved his sleeves and said, "Goodbye!"
He was scared!
Actually, if he had admitted defeat just now, he could have brought his disciple away safely. However, he had used his status as a fifth-rate sect to cause his disciple to be killed.
It was normal.
At first, Elder He didn't know that the Iron Bone Sect Leader and his disciple were so strong.
After a simple exchange, he realized that he couldn't afford to offend them, so he could only admit defeat.
"Elder He!" The Windy Rain Pavilion's Pavilion Master hurriedly shouted.
This Iron Bone Sect Leader's strength was so terrifying that even the Sacred Fire Cliff's Elder was scared to admit defeat. How could he face him!
"Pavilion Master Zhang."
Elder He said, "You caused this trouble. Solve it yourself."
After saying that, he left with his tail between his legs.
It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but that he really couldn't!
"Wait a minute." Jun Changxiao said.
Elder He stopped and said nervously, "Sect Leader Jun, is there anything else?"
Jun Changxiao said, "Go back and pass a message to your boss. It's best not to provoke the Iron Bone Sect. Otherwise, this seat will visit the Sacred Fire Cliff."
"Shua!"
He waved his hand.
"Awoo!"
The Hurricane Wolves howled. Then, under the control of the Iron Bone Sect Leader, they rushed toward the Windy Rain Pavilion's disciples and started a fierce massacre.
Seeing this, Elder He immediately understood. When he said he would visit the Sacred Fire Cliff, he must be riding on these Hurricane Wolves!
A threat.
A blatant threat!
"Understood!"
After saying this, Elder He hurriedly left the mountain gate. He ran faster than a rabbit.
If the other party wanted to kill him and chased after him on the Hurricane Wolf King, even ten of him would die here.
"Eh?"
"Isn't that the Sacred Fire Cliff's Elder?"
"Why is he in the Windy Rain Pavilion?"
All the cultivators in Huayang County had already rushed over. When they saw Elder He leaving quickly, their faces were filled with confusion.
"Come, let's go up the mountain!"
Everyone rushed into the Windy Rain Pavilion. After entering the broken gate, they saw the Hurricane Wolves squatting in the outer courtyard. The Iron Bone Sect Leader was searching the corpses.
"Eh?"
Jun Changxiao, who left the bloody message, turned around and saw so many cultivators. He said, "From today onwards, the Windy Rain Pavilion will be removed from the Jianghu."
All the cultivators saw the Pavilion Master's corpse and the corners of their mouths twitched.
In such a short time, another sixth-rate sect was destroyed. This Iron Bone Sect Leader was too terrifying!
"Of course."
Jun Changxiao said, "I didn't mean to cause trouble in Huayang County. The Windy Rain Pavilion and the other three sects were destroyed because they bullied my Iron Bone Sect Leader."
"…"
The corners of everyone's mouths twitched even more.
Since ancient times, it was normal for disciples to be bullied outside.
Just because of this, he came from thousands of miles away and destroyed four sects. This was too much!
That was what was needed.
Because only when you went overboard, others wouldn't provoke you.
On the other hand, the more low-profile you were, the more others would think you were a pushover and would come to pinch you at any time.
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