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Chapter 219

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"Immortals are so powerful. They tore down the emperor's throne room in the blink of an eye." The stunned people had never thought that the throne room, which was sacred in their hearts, would be torn down in the blink of an eye.

"It seems that His Majesty really provoked someone he shouldn't have," another person sighed.

When the throne room was torn down, three people were revealed standing in front of the dragon throne. The dignified man in the middle was the emperor of the An Kingdom, An Rushan.

Looking at Ye Kong, who was suspended in the air, the two cultivators looked at each other. Obviously, the information they received was wrong. This kid wasn't at the fourth level of the Qi Refinement Realm.

He was only at the sixth level of the Qi Refinement Realm, so they didn't need to worry too much. For two Foundation Establishment cultivators, even if he was two levels higher, so what?

"I'll go and have a look first." The young cultivator asked the old cultivator to protect An Rushan while he put away his umbrella-shaped dharma artifact and threw out a flying sword.

"Is the Qi Refinement Realm cultivator Ye Kong?" The young cultivator pointed at Ye Kong and asked arrogantly.

"Who are you?" Ye Kong crossed his arms over his chest and didn't show any fear.

Arrogant guy! Even in the Spiritual Medicine Mountain, those Qi Refinement Realm cultivators have to call me Martial Uncle!

The young cultivator snorted and said, "I'm Huang Jiaqi, a third-generation disciple of the Spiritual Medicine Mountain's Ancestor Lian Fanchen."

Although Huang Jiaqi looked arrogant, Ye Kong could tell that he wasn't a core disciple. Under Old Ancestor Lian Fanchen, all the cultivators in the Spiritual Medicine Mountain could call themselves as such. If they were like Lian Ruolan or Junior Apprentice Brother Ma, they would have called themselves the Direct Disciple of a Grand Cultivator, rather than vaguely calling themselves a third-generation disciple.

Huang Jiaqi introduced himself and found that the other party didn't have any sense of respect for his seniors. He was a little annoyed and scolded, "Ye Kong! My mission is to protect the An Kingdom's emperor. Your rebellion has nothing to do with us, and we don't want to hold you accountable. You should live in seclusion in the mountains and cultivate … But now you're so daring. You came to our door and even destroyed the throne room. Don't blame us for being merciless! "

"Merciless? What do you want? "Ye Kong looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

Huang Jiaqi was a little angry at this kid for not showing any respect to his Senior Immortal. He patted his storage pouch and a simple and unadorned flying sword appeared in front of him.

"You're just a loose cultivator at the sixth layer of Qi Condensation. I don't know why you're so arrogant, but this Dao Master won't let you see my power!"

"Really?" Ye Kong also patted his storage bag and the Black Suo Sword appeared in his hand. Then, a small brass bell flew out. The bell grew to the size of a bowl and floated in front of Ye Kong.

"A Foundation Establishment Perfected Being wants to teach me a lesson?" Ye Kong said coldly.

Among the spectators, An Rushan was the most nervous one. The strong gust of wind just now had scared him out of his wits. His courage had already disappeared from his buttocks.

Seeing that the fight was about to start, he asked the old cultivator beside him, "Immortal Master, can Immortal Master Huang win?"

The old cultivator was not as reckless as Huang Jiaqi. He looked at the two mid-grade Dharma artifacts that Ye Kong took out and said, "I didn't expect this kid to have some tricks up his sleeve. He doesn't look like an ordinary loose cultivator. He actually dared to provoke Junior Brother Huang, which means he has some skills …"

Hearing the old cultivator say that Ye Kong had some skills, An Rushan suddenly became nervous. "Then will I be in danger?"

When the old cultivator saw how scared he was, he couldn't help but feel disdain for him. He immediately said, "Your Majesty, you don't need to be too afraid. He only has a few tricks up his sleeve. Our Junior Martial Brother Huang is a rising star among Foundation Building cultivators, a well-known figure. How could he lose to a mere Qi Condensation cultivator? Besides, don't you still have me? If we, two Foundation Establishment Perfected Beings, can't even defeat a cultivator at the sixth layer of Qi Condensation, then we might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill ourselves. "

Only then did An Rushan feel relieved. He nodded and said, "Immortal Master is right. I was being too careful."

Just as he felt relieved, the people above had already started to move.

Huang Jiaqi raised his hand and pointed at Ye Kong. He shouted, "Go!"

Suddenly, the flying sword turned into a stream of light and stabbed at Ye Kong on the opposite flying carpet.

"Is that all you've got? What a disgrace. " Ye Kong had experienced many battles, both big and small, and his opponents were all Foundation Establishment and Core Formation cultivators. He had never met a weak opponent. For example, this early stage Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator with a weak Dharma artifact was nothing in his eyes.

When Huang Jiaqi heard Ye Kong despise him, he was so angry that he wanted to kill Ye Kong on the spot to vent his anger.

However, just as the flying sword was about to stab Ye Kong, Ye Kong suddenly pointed his index finger at the Soul-Capturing Bell in front of him and flicked out a gust of wind … "Dang!"

The crisp sound of the bell rang in everyone's ears. The old cultivator who was watching the battle from below felt his mind shake violently. He seemed to have lost connection with his Divine Sense and Sea of Qi. There was only one thought in his mind. "Not good, it's a sound attack Dharma artifact, and a very powerful one at that!"

Generally speaking, Dharma artifacts, including sound attack Dharma artifacts, depended on the user's cultivation level. If it was used on an opponent similar to or weaker than the user, the effect would naturally be extraordinary. However, if it was used on an opponent who was much stronger than the user, the effect would be poor.

How could the old cultivator know that this Soul-Capturing Bell contained the soul of a Core Formation Ancestor? Its power was almost no less than a sound attack from an early stage Core Formation Ancestor. How could early stage Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators like them be spared?

Huang Jiaqi also complained in his heart. He didn't expect this brat to be so powerful. His Dharma artifact was so powerful that it could shake his Divine Sense into chaos. His vision was blurred, and his spiritual power didn't listen to him at all.

When he calmed down and looked again, he found that Ye Kong was already standing in front of him with a thin and black Crow Suo Sword pressed against his throat.

As a proud disciple of the Spiritual Medicine Mountain, he was usually high and mighty. How could he have expected that he would be so weak and lose to an Aura Refining cultivator in just one move? This made Huang Jiaqi's face turn red.

However, this wasn't the time to be shy. This was the time to die. Ye Kong's sword was pointed at his throat, and his life or death was in the hands of his opponent.

"Friend Ye …" Huang Jiaqi wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't say it.

"Hmph, aren't you very arrogant? Spiritual Medicine Mountain's Master Daoist Huang? " Ye Kong snorted coldly and withdrew the Crow Suo Sword. Then he said, "If I didn't have some friendship with Master Daoist Lian Ruolan and Master Daoist Ma Xiaowei of the Spiritual Medicine Mountain, I would have taken your life today!"

After the Crow Suo Sword left Huang Jiaqi's throat, he sighed in relief. Huang Jiaqi, who was now safe, had another idea. He was careless just now. Maybe he wouldn't be afraid if he was on guard?

Ye Kong saw the unwillingness in his eyes. He snorted and said, "You still want to fight? But I'm warning you, my patience isn't good. In Southern City, my nickname is the God of Plagues … I have at least ten ways to take your life. If you don't believe me, you can try! "

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