Chapter 1617
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Looking at the Fire Scale Pavilion disciple who was being brutally beaten by Long Bufan on the Blood Martial Platform, the originally noisy atmosphere in the plaza actually froze for an instant.
No one had expected that Long Bufan would actually be so fierce in front of everyone.
"This brat is indeed as rumored. He doesn't play by the rules."
Everyone exclaimed one after another. Then, countless strange gazes shot toward the crowd on the northern side of the plaza. Those people were all disciples of the Fire Scale Pavilion.
Long Bufan directly picked up that guy and beat him up in front of all the disciples of the Fire Scale Pavilion. From a certain perspective, this was also indirectly slapping the Fire Scale Pavilion's face!
"Bastard brat, let go of him!"
Obviously, Long Bufan's actions had undoubtedly thoroughly angered those proud and arrogant disciples of the Fire Scale Pavilion. Immediately, their eyes turned red as they roared angrily.
"This is the Blood Martial Platform. Life and death are up to fate. Those who can challenge should be mentally prepared. Moreover, this kind of uneducated guy, I'll take the opportunity to teach him a lesson on behalf of the Fire Scale Pavilion."
Facing the angry crowd, Long Bufan's expression was still indifferent. After he finished speaking, he casually threw the unconscious Fire Scale Pavilion disciple off the platform as if he were throwing a dead dog.
Logically speaking, the physical body of a Heavenly Body Tier cultivator had long been tempered to be incomparably sturdy and strong. Even if Long Bufan used Origin Power to vibrate, it should be impossible for him to faint like this. The Shrine Pavilion disciples present with low cultivation levels couldn't see, but Zhang Huayun, who was also standing on the Blood Martial Platform, discovered some clues due to the close distance. He sensed that there seemed to be some fluctuations of Spirit Power in the wind created by Long Bufan's palm just now.
Spirit Power was the energy that Spirit Symbol Masters could condense. It was mainly used for soul attacks.
In other words, the spirit acupoint of that Fire Scale Pavilion disciple had been attacked by Spirit Power, causing him to faint in an instant and lose his ability to fight.
Toward this, Zhang Huayun's expression slowly became serious as he thought coldly, "I didn't expect this guy to actually cultivate Spirit Symbol Seals. I wonder what level he's at!"
"Who do you think you are, a guy from a low-level sect? Do you think you can teach the people of our Fire Scale Pavilion a lesson?" A red-haired young man stood out from the crowd on the northern side of the square. He stared at Long Bufan in a dark manner. His words revealed an undisguised insulting nature.
"Stinking brat, you will pay the price for your reckless actions today. Our Fire Scale Pavilion will be your enemy from now on!" Another older Fire Scale Pavilion disciple also spoke with a fiery temper.
As they spoke, two powerful auras erupted from their bodies. From the looks of it, their strength had actually reached the initial Divine Transformation stage. From the looks of it, they were actually planning to capture Long Bufan and wash away the humiliation of the Fire Scale Pavilion.
"Senior Brother Yang and Senior Brother Qin are about to make a move!" The disciples of the Fire Scale Pavilion became excited when they saw this.
It could be seen that the two of them were considered to be of a higher status and strength among the Fire Scale Pavilion's disciples.
"Don't mess around!"
However, just as they were about to make a move, an unusually dignified and deep voice suddenly exploded in the square. It actually shocked the two Fire Scale Pavilion's senior brothers.
Everyone present was instantly stunned. Countless gazes immediately searched for the source of the voice and raised their heads to look at the sky.
Soon after, everyone was surprised to see that the invisible space had unknowingly been torn apart. Soon after, a purple-colored flame that was filled with a hot energy aura strangely slowly seeped out from the spatial crack.
"Purple Sacred Flame, could it be …"
Looking at the demonic purple flame, everyone was shocked. In particular, the disciples of the Fire Scale Pavilion had a drastic change in expression. The Purple Sacred Flame was their Fire Scale Pavilion's top martial art, and only their Pavilion Master had the ability to control the Purple Sacred Flame to burn through space.
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