Eastern Region, Fierheart Sect
The Fierheart Sect was located in the Eastern Mountain Range and was the sect closest to the Northern Region. Its Sect Master was a peak level eight Martial Ancestor.
In his early years, he had sided with the Assassination Society and guarded the mountain range together with the other four sects in the Eastern Mountain Range.
Although the sect was not strong, with the Assassination Society backing them, they could do as they pleased in the area without anyone controlling them.
At that moment, in the main hall of the Fierheart Sect, singing and laughter resounded. Many Elders and deacons were gathered there.
There were dozens of tables and chairs in the main hall. On the nine steps, there was a large chair made of tiger skin. A burly man in a mink coat sat on it, hugging two young women in thin clothes. He looked very pleased with himself.
This burly man was the Sect Master of the Fierheart Sect, Ma Zhonghuo, a peak level eight Martial Ancestor.
At that moment, there were several singers dressed in flirtatious clothes in the main hall. They danced their beautiful bodies and released an alluring scent, causing everyone from the Fierheart Sect to be mesmerized.
"Sect Master, Sect Master!" Just as everyone was celebrating, a disciple rushed into the main hall in a panic with his face covered in sweat.
The singing of the singers stopped abruptly as everyone's gaze landed on the disciple.
"Bastard! Can't you see that I'm happy here? " Ma Zhonghuo frowned and widened his eyes. He cursed and waved his hand, sending the disciple flying with an illusory slap.
"Aiyah! Sect Master, I'm so scared! " When the young woman beside Ma Zhonghuo saw this, she hugged him coquettishly and put on a pitiful look.
"Hahaha, with me around, what's there to be afraid of?" Ma Zhonghuo revealed a lascivious expression as he slapped the woman's buttocks.
Immediately, the crisp sound of a slap could be heard in the main hall.
When everyone from the Fierheart Sect saw this, they laughed heartily in a joyous manner.
"Sect Master, Sect Master! There's an enemy attack! " At that moment, the disciple who had been sent flying by Ma Zhonghuo quickly crawled back into the main hall and shouted in a muffled voice.
"Bastard!" Ma Zhonghuo flew into a rage as he slammed the armrest and flew down the stairs, stepping on the soldier.
No one in the hall stopped him. Everyone thought that this disciple was talking nonsense.
After all, behind their Fierheart Sect was the Assassins Guild. Which idiot would dare offend them?
More than ten years ago, there were no less than thirty sects in the Eastern Mountain Range. Only five of them joined the Assassination Society.
At the same time, he borrowed the power of the Assassination Society to rise rapidly and destroy all the hostile sects in one fell swoop.
Over the past decade, no one dared to attack the Fierheart Sect or even step into the eastern mountain range.
The disciple was stomped to the ground by Ma Zhonghuo, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. He looked at Ma Zhonghuo in terror, his body trembling as he pointed outside.
Ma Zhonghuo was just about to let loose a torrent of curses when he looked in the direction his disciple was pointing. He saw that the usually bustling street was now littered with thousands of corpses. There were also four figures standing calmly on the street, looking at them.
"This …" Ma Zhonghuo was taken aback. However, he quickly came to his senses and flew into a rage.
Ma Zhonghuo's eyes were like two fireballs, spewing flames of anger as he roared, "Who are you?"
The dozens of elders and deacons in the hall only reacted when they heard Ma Zhonghuo's roar. They hurriedly left the table and ran out of the hall, just in time to see this scene.
And the four people on the street were Yasuo and the other three.
"Only four of you?" An elder walked forward and looked at Yasuo and the other three in surprise.
Ever since Yasuo obtained the Purple Flame Devil Saber and comprehended the saber intent of Venerable Lord Saber, his aura had been restrained. As long as he did not release it, no one could sense Wu Huang's realm.
As for Prince Namgong and Shanghai Xiayan, their auras were completely restrained after activating their strongest state. It was impossible to sense them.
The only one was Hana Mio.
"Who are these four people?"
"Aren't they afraid of death? How dare they provoke our Fierheart Sect. "
A look of contempt appeared on everyone's faces. They did not take Yasuo and the other three seriously at all.
Only Ma Zhonghuo looked aghast as he cursed in his heart, "Idiots."
Since they could openly barge into the Fierheart Sect and kill thousands of disciples in such a short period of time, they must have a powerful background.
However, Ma Zhonghuo believed that he had the Assassination Society behind him, so he naturally did not fear them. He calmly led his men out of the hall and walked towards Yasuo and the others.
"Sir, what is the meaning of this? You came to my Fierheart Sect and killed thousands of my disciples? "Ma Zhonghuo snorted coldly as his gaze fell on Yasuo.
At the same time, Ma Zhonghuo's heart was stirred.
A saber user with a completely restrained aura.
A youth with a Qilin.
A strong man with a terrifying flame.
And one …
Ma Zhonghuo glanced at Hana Mio and murmured, "A perverted transvestite?"
What kind of combination was this?
"Hey! Our Sect Master is asking you a question. "An Elder stood forward with his hands akimbo as he questioned Yasuo and the others.
Yasuo and the other three remained silent. Just as the Elder finished speaking, Prince Namgong's figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
Before anyone could react, they saw a blue light flash in front of them. When they opened their eyes again, Prince Namgong had already returned to his original spot. At the same time, he was still holding the Elder's head in his hand.
"What's that?"
"What happened?"
"Third Elder!"
The elders and deacons of Fire Heart Sect immediately fell into chaos. This was because the Third Elder, who had just spoken, had his head separated from his body. His body was emitting lightning and crackling sounds as his body was directly turned into charcoal.
Everyone from the Fierheart Sect drew a cold breath as they looked at each other before looking at Yasuo and the other three in horror.
Ma Zhonghuo swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He knew that Yasuo and the other three did not come with good intentions. Prince Namgong's attack had been as fast as lightning. Even a peak level eight Martial Ancestor like him could not see Prince Namgong's figure clearly.
These four people were clearly people that he could not afford to offend. He was horrified. He did not know when he had offended these immortals.
"Sir, I wonder how the Fierheart Sect has offended you?" Ma Zhonghuo said with a bitter smile. He was somewhat at a loss. The hand behind his back secretly moved a few times before he transmitted his voice to another Elder. "Inform the Assassination Guild!"
Yasuo closed his eyes. Shanghai Xiayan, who was beside him, leaped forward as though he had teleported. He arrived beside the Elder who was about to inform the Assassination Guild. A dragon claw covered in flames grabbed the Elder's shoulder tightly.
"Sir, what is the meaning of this?" Ma Zhonghuo suppressed the anger in his heart and growled.
"Kill! Leave no one alive. "Yasuo raised his right hand and waved it forward twice as he said calmly.
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