The sudden loud noise caused everyone in the hall to be stunned. However, everyone's faces immediately became gloomy. None of the people present were mediocre. With their hearing, they already knew from the source of the sound that it was the sound of someone breaking the door.
"Impudent!" The head of the Zhou Clan, who was sitting at the head of the table, fiercely slammed his palm on the armrest of his mount, causing the abnormally sturdy armrest of the throne to crack.
"Who is so bold to actually dare to cause trouble in our Zhou Clan? Everyone, follow me outside to take a look. I want to see who exactly is this person." The head of the Zhou Clan immediately stood up from the throne and walked outside with a gloomy face. As for the other people in the hall, they were filled with anger as they followed the head of the Zhou Clan out of the hall.
When the head of the Zhou Clan led a dozen people to the entrance of the Zhou Clan, the place was already surrounded by dozens of Zhou Clan guards. Even further away, there were still guards rushing over after hearing the news. At the entrance of the Zhou Clan, the number of people was constantly increasing.
"Quickly move aside, the head of the Zhou Clan is here."
A sharp-eyed guard saw the head of the Zhou Clan arrive and immediately opened his mouth to shout loudly. Immediately after, the guards that tightly surrounded the entrance of the Zhou Clan immediately moved aside to make a path. The scene of the Zhou Clan being surrounded also fell into the eyes of the people of the Zhou Clan.
They saw that the person who was surrounded by the guards of the Zhou Clan was a young man who seemed to be in his early twenties. The young man was wearing white clothes. Although it was a relatively cheap cloth garment, it couldn't cover up the young man's unique temperament at all. This was definitely not something that an ordinary person could possess. The young man was very handsome. His skin was as white as mutton fat and his handsome facial features were matched with a pair of jet-black eyes that seemed ordinary but were filled with a strange charm. He was simply the killer of all the young girls in the world.
Seeing that the person who came to cause trouble was actually a young man who was only in his early twenties, the head of the Zhou Clan's eyes suddenly shot out a fierce light. He looked directly at Jianchen and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? You actually dare to cause trouble in our Zhou Clan. Do you really think that our Zhou Clan is easy to bully?"
Jianchen's expression was calm. He calmly stared at the old man who spoke and asked indifferently, "Who are you?"
"Hmph!" Seeing Jianchen's disdainful attitude, the Zhou Clan's Patriarch's gaze turned cold, and he coldly said: "Old Man is the Zhou Clan's Patriarch — — Zhou Butong."
"Oh, so you are the Patriarch of the Zhou Clan." A faint smile appeared on Jianchen's face. He then cupped his hands and said, "I'm Jianchen. I'm here to ask for a person. As long as the Zhou Clan is willing to hand over that person, I'll leave immediately."
Zhou Butong was so angry that he started laughing. He said: "You want someone? Haha, what an ignorant brat. You actually dare to come to our Zhou Clan and ask for someone. Brat, in Wake City, there aren't many people who dare to behave atrociously in our Zhou Clan. You're the first."
Jianchen laughed and said: "It seems like I should feel honored. Patriarch Zhou, I won't waste any more words with you. I wonder if the Zhou Clan's Mercenary Group's leader, Zhou Yun, is here."
"I am Zhou Yun." Just as Jianchen finished speaking, Zhou Yun stepped out from the crowd. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he stared at Jianchen like a hungry wolf. His face was gloomy as he said: "I heard that you have already massacred my Zhou Clan's Mercenary Group. Is this true?"
"That's right."
Hearing these words, Zhou Yun could no longer hold himself back. His eyes turned red as an intense killing intent began to emanate from his body. Immediately after, a long spear appeared in Zhou Yun's hand. He said in a low voice: "You dare to destroy the mercenary group that I spent over twenty years to establish. Brat, no matter who you are, I, Zhou Yun, will make you suffer. I will make you suffer all the torments in the world and avenge my brothers who died." As soon as he finished speaking, an intense amount of Saint Qi surged out from the long spear in Zhou Yun's hand. The long spear in Zhou Yun's hand turned into a blur as it pierced towards Jianchen.
Jianchen's face revealed a trace of a cold smile. The silver-white Light Wind Sword appeared in his right hand in a flash as he thrust it out like lightning.
"Ding!"
The Light Wind Sword's sharp Sword Qi collided with Zhou Yun's long spear in midair. Following a clear 'ding' sound, the energy from the two Saint Weapons collided and immediately formed a visible ripple of energy that spread out in all directions. Along the way, the dust on the ground was blown away, causing the entire area to be covered in a dusky haze. Some of the weaker guards who were standing in the area were pushed back by the energy ripple.
After blocking Zhou Yun's long spear, Jianchen did not stop moving. He immediately closed the distance between him and Zhou Yun. Following a flash of silver-white light, the Light Wind Sword pierced towards Zhou Yun's throat with lightning speed.
The speed of the sword was extremely fast. By the time Zhou Yun realized that the sword was coming, the Light Wind Sword was already less than a foot away from his throat.
Zhou Yun's face suddenly changed, but the rich experience accumulated from many years of battle made him not panic in the face of danger. He immediately retreated as fast as he could, and at the same time, the long spear that he had thrust out was instantly retracted, and then he immediately blocked in front of himself.
"Ding!"
The moment Zhou Yun used his long spear to block in front of him, the Light Wind Sword's tip had already pierced through the spear shaft. A powerful force was transmitted from the Light Wind Sword through the long spear and into Zhou Yun's body. Zhou Yun was immediately pushed back several steps.
Although he managed to block the fatal blow, Zhou Yun's forehead was already covered in cold sweat. His face was slightly pale, and his heart was filled with shock. "What a fast sword. How could his sword be so fast? I almost couldn't react in time."
Although Zhou Yun was a Great Saint Master, he hadn't been a Great Saint Master for long. He was only at the initial stage of a Great Saint Master. In Jian Chen's eyes, Zhou Yun's strength was only a bit stronger than a high level Saint Master.
However, just as this thought appeared in Zhou Yun's mind, before he could control his body that was continuously retreating, a white dot of light rapidly enlarged in his eyes. This time, the speed was actually a bit faster than before.
In a short moment, the Light Wind Sword had already reached Zhou Yun's throat. At this moment, Zhou Yun's face was still filled with disbelief. This sword was just too fast. It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
However, just when Zhou Yun thought that he was going to die, his vision blurred and a huge sword the size of a palm appeared out of thin air in front of him. At the same time, Zhou Yun felt a pair of strong hands grabbing his shoulders and throwing him back.
"Ding!"
With a light sound, the sword that was originally aimed at Zhou Yun's throat suddenly pierced through the giant sword that was blocking it.
The person holding the giant sword was actually the Zhou Clan's Clan Head, Zhou Butong. However, the current Zhou Butong gave off the feeling of a sharp sword that had been unsheathed. The sharpness that had been hidden in the scabbard for an unknown period of time had finally been revealed.
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