"What the hell!" Before the dust had settled, an angry roar came from the dust.
Chen Fu's body trembled even more, and he could not say a word.
Yang Xuan waved his sleeves and blew away the dust, revealing three old men whose faces were filled with shock and anger.
"Are you from the Lingxiao Palace?" Yang Xuan looked at the three of them, and his voice was like thunder.
"Bastard, who are you …" One of the old men was shocked and angry, and he scolded.
Chi!
A shining icicle pierced out of his mouth, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat. Blood gushed out, and he could not stop it.
The old man was shocked, and he did not react at all. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the endless darkness had drowned him like a tide.
Chen Fu trembled like a pendulum, and he crouched on the ground like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The anger on the faces of the remaining two old men disappeared, and it was replaced by shock and fear. After a while, one of them exclaimed, "Bai … Bai Qi …"
Yang Xuan said lightly, "Are you from the Lingxiao Palace?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Senior Bai, please spare our lives. Senior Bai, please spare our lives." Without thinking, the two of them knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
Before Yang Xuan disappeared, they had confirmed that he was a True God expert, and they were only in the Virtual God Realm. If Yang Xuan wanted to kill them, it would be a piece of cake. Therefore, they were filled with fear, and they did not have the slightest bit of hope.
"Haha, the Lingxiao Palace dares to reach out to my Immortal Sect. Aren't you afraid that I will cut off your hands?" Yang Xuan's voice was very light, but it made the two old men tremble and beg for mercy.
"Go back and tell Di Qianjun that I will look for him." Yang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, and his voice was calm.
"Yes, yes, yes. Thank you for not killing us." The two of them kowtowed like they were pounding garlic, and their foreheads were bleeding. They hurriedly flew back.
"Shen Fu, I won't kill you for now," Yang Xuan said indifferently.
Chen Fu repeatedly kowtowed: "Thank you Master for not killing me, thank you Master for not killing me."
Yang Xuan smiled. He glanced at Chen Fu on the ground and said casually, "I will let you see that your so-called powerful backer is nothing more than this in my eyes."
Although Chen Fu didn't understand what he meant, he didn't dare to ask. He just kept kowtowing.
Zhu Xinghe sighed in his heart. At this moment, he clearly understood what it meant to say that in the face of absolute power, all schemes were useless.
Chen Fu racked his brains and used all of his methods to try and seize power. He had played a very big game of chess, but as soon as Yang Xuan appeared, he easily resolved the situation with the force of a thunderbolt. Presumably, Chen Fu could never have imagined such an outcome.
At this moment, Zhu Xinghe's respect for Yang Xuan reached its peak.
A few days later, at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain, a middle-aged man in white followed behind a man in white. The middle-aged man was extremely respectful.
"Heavenly Gate?" Yang Xuan looked up at the three words on the huge stone gate and said indifferently.
"Stop, this is Lingxiao Mountain. Do not enter!" A few disciples guarding the mountain of Lingxiao Treasure Hall jumped out and looked unfriendly.
"Go and tell Di Qianjun that I am Bai Qi," Yang Xuan said casually.
Di Qianjun was the real name of the Sect Master of Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
"How dare you call … Ah, you are Bai Qi." The disciples guarding the mountain exclaimed. After sizing him up again, they didn't dare to say anything and flew away.
After a while, a group of people flew down from Lingxiao Mountain.
"Yang Xuan, you still dare to come to my Lingxiao Mountain?" A white-haired elder glared at Yang Xuan.
"Who are you?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked casually.
"I am the Grand Elder of Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Song Yunlan. Bai Qi, you killed my Lingxiao Elder without permission. Do you know your crime?" The white-haired elder shouted angrily.
Yang Xuan ignored him and shook his head. Then, he said indifferently, "Di Qianjun, I will count to three. If you don't appear, I will flatten your Lingxiao Treasure Hall."
Song Yunlan and the other Elders of Lingxiao Treasure Hall behind him were furious and scolded in unison. Song Yunlan even shouted angrily and was about to attack.
At this moment, a majestic voice came down from Lingxiao Mountain, "Bai Qi, please come up the mountain."
Song Yunlan and the others were stunned and could only suppress their anger. They angrily gestured for Bai Qi to go up.
Yang Xuan ignored them and brought Shen Fu up the stairs. Along the way, he did not forget to admire the scenery. Song Yunlan and the others' faces changed and they gritted their teeth.
After ascending the Lingxiao Mountain, Yang Xuan walked all the way to an incomparably large building. Yang Xuan saw a person standing on the steps outside the great hall, his clothes fluttering slightly in the wind, as if he was an immortal that had descended to earth.
It was the Sect Master of Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Di Qianjun.
Below him, there were dozens of Elders of Lingxiao Treasure Hall. They looked at Yang Xuan with different expressions.
Among them, there were five to six True Gods.
"Sect Master, Bai Qi …" Song Yunlan took two steps forward and cupped his hands.
"You may leave." Di Qianjun waved his hand and his eyes fell on Yang Xuan.
"I have heard of Bai Qi for a long time. Today, I see that you live up to your reputation." He looked down at Yang Xuan and said coldly, "Brother Bai, why have you come to Lingxiao Mountain?"
Yang Xuan chuckled, "My useless disciple is indebted to Ling Xiao, to think that he would send someone to help him. As his master, if I don't come and ask about it, wouldn't it be inappropriate?"
Di Qianjun looked at Shen Fu behind him and asked, "Who is in charge of this?"
An elder walked out and cupped his hands. "Sect Master, I am in charge."
Di Qianjun said, "Reflect on your mistakes for three days."
The elder replied, "Yes, Sect Master!"
After he finished speaking, he was about to leave.
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Wait!"
"Why? Brother Bai, are you going to intervene in Lingxiao Mountain?"
Di Qianjun looked down at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan shook his head, before he began to walk towards the old man.
Everyone looked at him and did not know what he was going to do.
Yang Xuan stopped in front of the elder and asked suddenly, "How should I address you?"
"I am Ming Zhengping, Elder Lingxiao Mountain," the elder said proudly.
"Mm." Yang Xuan nodded and asked, "Who else intervened in this matter?"
"It was done by this old man alone. What now? Are you going to kill this old man?" Ming Zhengping said disdainfully.
"Since no one else has interfered, I will only kill you." Yang Xuan's calm voice sounded, as if he was narrating an extremely ordinary matter.
"What?" Ming Zhengping was stunned, as if he didn't understand what Yang Xuan had just said.
But in the next moment, an extremely thick stone spike pierced out from the ground, slanting into Ming Zhengping's back and coming out from his chest.
Blood gushed out and the strong smell of blood began to spread. Chen Fu trembled and could not stand steadily.
Ming Zhengping looked at Yang Xuan in a daze and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But he did not say anything and took his last breath.
Until the moment before his death, he could not believe that he had died in Lingxiao Treasure Hall in front of the Sect Master.
Everyone was stunned. No one thought that Yang Xuan would dare to kill in front of so many people and in front of Di Qianjun.
"Bai Qi, how dare you! Die!" Di Qianjun's voice was like thunder and filled the whole world.
In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky. The wind and rain were fierce.
As the Sect Master of Lingxiao Treasure Hall who had dominated the whole East for thousands of years, Di Qianjun had never seen such an arrogant person like Yang Xuan who dared to kill in front of him.
In an instant, the people in front of the hall were enraged and surrounded Yang Xuan.
Di Qianjun went straight to the sky and reached out his hand. A long spear that was completely made of rainwater was in his hand. The spear was pointed at Yang Xuan and the spear was pointed at the ground.
"Bai Qi, since you are also a True God, I gave you some face. I didn't expect you to commit such a crime in public. Since that's the case, leave your life here." Di Qianjun's voice was as loud as a bell, shaking the heavens and the earth.
In the next moment, the transparent long spear pierced toward Yang Xuan with the wind and rain in the sky.
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