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Chapter 904

Words:1863Update:22/06/22 11:29:52

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This was the first time Zhao Yuande released his world force to suppress his opponent. He immediately felt an unparalleled sense of comfort. However, at the same time, there was a faint sense of danger from the sky.

He immediately knew that this was a sign that the Heavenly Tribulation was about to descend. He hurriedly withdrew most of his power. Otherwise, the entire Lihuo City would be destroyed by the Heavenly Tribulation.

"Master! Please have mercy! The Sixth Miss is not a bad person. She's just a little hot-tempered! " Although the old servant did not feel the pressure of Zhao Yuande's world force, he saw that the Sixth Miss seemed to be fixed by someone. Her face was twisted in pain.

"Young Master, please spare my Sixth Sister!" The Ninth Miss's expression changed when she saw this situation. She hurriedly bowed to Zhao Yuande and begged for mercy.

"Forget it! I'll spare you today. Otherwise, it's useless even if your grandfather begs me! "Zhao Yuande snorted and withdrew his world force.

"Who dares to hurt someone in my Crafting School?!" A cold voice came from halfway up the mountain. A black shadow streaked across the sky and arrived in front of them in an instant.

This was a black-clothed youth. He was tall and had a majestic figure. His face was sharp and angular, and his eyes emitted a silver radiance, like the bright moon in the sky.

"Eldest Senior Brother!" When the Sixth Miss saw the young man in black, her eyes immediately showed joy. She pointed at Zhao Yuande and began to complain, "Eldest Senior Brother, I don't know where this person came from. Not only did he occupy my cave residence, but he also humiliated me. Eldest Senior Brother, help me take him down!"

"Hmm? There's such a thing! " The Eldest Senior Brother was not a fool. Naturally, he would not blindly believe the Sixth Miss's words. He looked up and down at Zhao Yuande.

However, he soon discovered that this young man's cultivation was not simple. He was actually an expert of the third level of the world. Moreover, his aura was very strong. He was definitely not someone without a background.

"Who are you?" Eldest Senior Brother looked at Zhao Yuande and asked calmly.

"I'm an esteemed guest of your Weapon Refining School!" Zhao Yuande calmly replied, "Stop pestering me here, get out of my way! You can't afford to delay my business! "

What he said was indeed the truth, but at this time, the truth might not be believed.

"Hmm? Haha! "The black-clothed First Senior Brother laughed as if he hadn't heard him clearly." Say that again? I don't think I heard you clearly! "

"I'm not interested in repeating myself. I've already done my best to explain so much to you!" Zhao Yuande waved his hand. He couldn't be bothered to speak to the two of them. Ever since he found out that beyond the sea of chaos was the boundless sea of stars and that beyond the sea of stars was the Dao of Space, his heart had already flown beyond the boundless sea of chaos. He didn't want to waste any time with these people at all.

"You're courting death!" The black-clothed First Senior Brother felt that he was being looked down upon and was instantly furious. He was one of the strongest people of the younger generation of the Weapon Refining School. He was already a Heavenly Emperor at a young age, but he didn't expect to meet someone who was even more arrogant than him. Immediately, a dense killing intent arose in his heart.

He reached out a big hand towards Zhao Yuande and smashed his head with a slap, but at this moment, someone pulled him back.

"First Senior Brother, don't!" The Ninth Young Mistress begged in a low voice. She knew that this First Senior Brother was strong and domineering. He was the kind of expert who liked to take people's lives without saying a word. She hurriedly stopped him.

"Don't do anything! This person is really an esteemed guest of our Weapon Refining School. If you hurt him, it'll be difficult to explain to the Old Ancestor! "The stooped old man hurriedly bowed and stepped forward.

"Scram! Old thing! " The black-clothed First Senior Brother slapped the stooped old man across the face, sending him flying dozens of meters away. He slammed heavily into the door of a cavern.

Although the hunchbacked old man was a gatekeeper, his cultivation level was also at the Domain Realm. He struggled to get up from the ground, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail. The black-clothed Eldest Senior Brother's palm strike contained a powerful force that had already injured the old man's abdomen, causing severe internal injuries. If he wasn't treated in time, he would probably be in danger.

"Ninth Sister! You can't cultivate, so don't worry about the matters of the cultivation world. Sixth Junior Sister, take Ninth Sister away! " Although the black-clothed man was arrogant, he knew of the Ninth Young Mistress' status and was very polite.

"Ninth Sister, don't worry about it." The Sixth Young Mistress pulled Ninth Sister to the side. "Humans are dangerous. You can tell who is good and who is bad. Don't be fooled by their appearance!"

"What did Uncle Ping do wrong? Why was he seriously injured? Cultivators are really unreasonable. I don't want to cultivate anymore!" Ninth Sister stuffed the fruit that the Sixth Young Mistress had given her into the other party's hand. She turned around and sent it away. Her face was filled with disappointment and loneliness.

"Ninth Sister …" The Sixth Young Mistress wanted to follow, but she didn't know what to say. She slowly lowered her outstretched hand and sighed in her heart.

At this moment, some people had already been alarmed. Many people were looking in this direction from afar. They were pointing at this place, curious about what was going on here.

"Kid, you'll die here today!" The black-clothed First Senior Brother's face was ferocious as he slapped his palm toward Zhao Yuande.

This palm contained endless power of fire. Even the spectator, who was thousands of feet away, felt an endless heat wave coming at him, causing him to retreat.

"First Senior Brother has already mastered the Grand Dao of Li Fire. His use of Li Fire is simply exquisite. Even a late-stage Heavenly Emperor expert wouldn't dare to take this palm head-on!"

"That's right! First Senior Brother is one of the three geniuses of our Crafting School. He's only thirty-five years old, but he's already at the Heavenly Emperor level. In addition, his combat power is even more terrifying. He was once able to blow apart a late-stage Heavenly Emperor with a single hand! "

"It seems that kid is finished. He's just a World-level cultivator, yet he dares to provoke first senior brother? He's courting death!"

"I just heard that this kid snuck into the Sixth Young Mistress' estate. It seems he's planning to do something to her!"

"What a lustful bastard …"

"Hey! You brats, what are you blabbering about? " Right at this moment, a thunderous voice rang out from afar, instantly appearing next to these people.

"Patriarch …" Someone turned to look. Instantly, he was so terrified that his entire body trembled. He immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed to this person.

"Greetings, Patriarch!" Many of the spectators all fell to their knees. This was the disciple of the old ancestor of the Crafting School, the most powerful master artificer of the Crafting School, Zhong Wu.

This person was the grandson of Godemperor Barbaric Dragon. He had devoted his entire life to artificing, which had caused his cultivation to stagnate at the late-stage World God level. However, despite his low level of cultivation, his combat power was terrifyingly high. His physical body had been tempered by the repeated refinements he had made. By now, virtually no one in the entire Crafting School below the Godemperor level was a match for him!

The other disciples might not be afraid of him, but they were afraid of this Patriarch. This was because this Patriarch was no ordinary person at all. He didn't follow the rules at all, and whenever he was itching for a fight, he would grab random people to practice with. There was no disciple in the entire Crafting School who hadn't been given a vicious beating by him.

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