"The Ninth Continent?"
Looking at those arrogant, despotic, and pretentious people outside, Indra's face was already extremely cold. Coupled with his own elegant clothes, it was very mismatched at this moment.
At this moment, Mu Ling and the others sitting opposite him naturally noticed that something was wrong with Indra. After feeling the cold killing intent from Indra, they were shocked by this scene.
"Hiss …" Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and hesitated. Previously, they had always thought that he was just a hedonistic son because he had so many subordinates by his side. But now, it seemed that they were wrong.
At this moment, he ignored Mu Ling and the others sitting opposite him. When he heard that the people outside were people from the Ninth Continent, he was already tempted.
He originally came out to gain experience, and he had always heard about how powerful the Ninth Continent was. Now that he really met people from the Ninth Continent, how could Indra not be happy?
Then, his body flashed, and in an instant, he disappeared from the restaurant. The moment Mu Ling and the others discovered Indra's figure, they were already on the road outside.
With a jade flute in his hand and his elegant clothes, he was just like a scholar. If it wasn't for the killing intent on his body, no one would think that he was a cultivator.
"Who are you? Can't you see that my Young Master Su Ru is going over? Are you courting death by blocking here?"
Since his master didn't bring him along, the lackey began to bare his fangs and brandish his claws. Indra completely ignored the other party's words. As if he didn't see anything, he raised his foot and walked step by step towards the person called Su Ru.
Step by step, when the lackey saw that Indra ignored him, he immediately felt humiliated. He felt that he had lost face. Then, his palm turned into a fist, and with a thunderous appearance, he instantly rushed towards Indra.
In the air, there were countless fist shadows. They didn't seem to be carefully calculated, but they were all extremely powerful. However, at this moment, Indra was curious as if he didn't see anything. There was simply no place to go.
"Hmph, you're just an ant. How dare you show off in front of this sovereign. Do you think this sovereign can't kill you?"
With a cold snort, the countless fist shadows were instantly destroyed by the aura of Indra's cold snort and disappeared in the air.
"What?"
Feeling that his fist intent was destroyed, the man's face was stunned. A bad premonition surged in his heart, and he immediately turned around and retreated.
"Hehe, you dare to touch me? Wouldn't it be too easy for you to leave just like that? "
At this moment, Sakra who seemed to have long known that the man was going to escape. Casually. He instantly punched out, aiming at the man's Dantian, and rushed up.
"Bam … Kacha …"
A cracking sound was heard, followed by a shrill scream. It instantly pierced through the man's mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked incredibly terrifying. His face was pale, and with his bloodshot eyes, he looked like a bloody corpse from hell. It was a terrifying sight to behold.
Without the support of the spiritual power in his Dantian, the man's body instantly went limp and knelt in front of Sakra. The man who didn't give up felt the spiritual power in his Dantian, but no matter how he felt it. At this moment, his Dantian had been completely returned. Even if he was the best alchemist in the Danzong Sect, it would be impossible for him to restore it.
"Puff …" Feeling better about his situation, the man's fighting spirit rushed to his heart, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his trembling left hand, pointed at Sakra, and said in a cold tone.
"You … you, you actually gave … my Dantian … to me, I … I won't let you go. Just you wait, I … I will never let you go."
Looking at the man's appearance, Sakra didn't bother with him. After all, he was a cripple, and there was no need to make a move.
However, after all, it was the Danzong Sect. Everyone who came here was very strong. Everyone's strength was in the Monarch God Realm. Even the man whose Dantian was destroyed by his punch was an early Monarch God Realm cultivator.
The Danzong Sect, as the name implied, was a cultivation sect that focused on alchemy. The strength of the sect couldn't be underestimated. After all, it was a sect that refined pills. The disciples' cultivation relied on pills to improve. Therefore, just now, although the man's strength was in the early Monarch God Realm, his strength was very erratic and not real at all. That was why he was destroyed by Sakra's punch.
However. This scene. Everyone was shocked. No matter if it was Su Ru or Mu Ling who was sitting at the dining table, they never would have thought that such a refined person would be so unyielding and so vicious.
They couldn't help but rejoice in their hearts. They were glad that they weren't so domineering before. Otherwise, they would have been the ones to fall.
"What, is this the strength of the ninth continent? The Danzong Sect, hehe, is only so-so."
Not far from Su Ru, Sakra looked at the cultivators from the ninth continent and couldn't help but mock them.
"You …"
At this moment, Su Ru. Hearing someone humiliate the Danzong Sect like this, she couldn't stand it. She couldn't take it anymore. She was someone who had been pampered since she was young. She had been pampered since she was young. She had never been humiliated like this before.
However, when she heard Sakra's words, the little volcano in her heart was instantly ignited.
"Hmph, ant, how dare you go against my Danzong Sect? Do you know how powerful my Danzong Sect is in the ninth continent? Aren't you afraid that my Danzong Sect will hunt you down?"
"…!!"
When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned on the spot. They originally thought that this person called Su Ru would make a move, but now, he was only verbally satisfied. In comparison, everyone couldn't help but look at him with contempt.
"Hehe, sigh!"
Looking at Su Yang's appearance, Sakra shook his head in disappointment. He had originally come here to train. He had thought that if he met someone from the ninth continent, he would be able to fight to his heart's content. But now, he had a new evaluation of the ninth continent.
Weak, incompetent, cowardly, trash. Of course, he knew that these were only some people from the ninth continent and did not represent everyone. However, when he looked at these few, he was already disappointed.
He turned around and prepared to return to the hotel. However. At this moment. A bone-chilling sword intent instantly appeared behind him, bringing with it a huge killing intent.
Feeling this, Sakra's face lit up. The first feeling that this feeling gave him was that the dormant battle blood in his body was awakening. At this moment, it was boiling, as if it wanted to rush out of his body to fight for a while.
At this moment, the sword in the flute in Sakra's hand, the moment it felt the huge sword intent, it instantly came out of its body. The place with spirituality blocked the troublesome and cold sword intent.
"Peng … …" The sound of weapons colliding resounded throughout the entire street. Everyone looked over and saw a long sword with a jade flute fighting against a person in the air.
"Hiss …" The appearance of this scene made everyone unable to help but suck in a breath of cold air. Even their expressions were the same. They were all shocked.
They had never seen this kind of artifact that could fight on its own. However, now that they saw it, how could they not be shocked?
"Hehe, this person is getting more and more magical. He must have a lot of secrets on him."
At this moment, Sakra did not know. Some of his actions deeply attracted Mu Ling who was in the hotel. The curiosity of being cautious also became more and more intense.
"Humph, ant, you dare to sneak attack me. Do you really think this lord is easy to kill?"
At this moment, Sakra, who had turned around, looked at his magic tool in the sky and the man in black who had suddenly appeared fighting. Immediately, his brows were tightly knitted and his face was gloomy like ice, making people couldn't help but want to shiver.
"Hahaha, little doll, you're talking big. However, I don't know how strong you are. I'm not like that waste just now. Come on. Let me see what kind of strength you have. "
At this moment, the black-robed man in the sky looked at Sakra's appearance and said with a gloomy face.
Looking at the skinny old man with a yellow face and big yellow teeth, Sakra did not pay attention to him. He casually waved his hand toward the sword in the flute in the air. In an instant, the sword in the flute broke away from the battle and returned to the scabbard.
Looking at the black-robed old man, Sakra looked at him with a mysterious smile. There was a look of pity in his eyes. "You want to fight with me? You're not qualified."
Speaking of this, the black-robed man in the sky's face sank. Then, he wanted to make a move to catch Sakra off guard. But at this moment. Just as the black-clothed man was about to attack, another black-clothed man with blood-red hair silently arrived behind the black-clothed old man and spoke to him with a deep voice. He was also a black-clothed man, but he gave off a tremendous amount of killing intent. He was a middle-aged man with blood-red hair.
"Humph, ant, you dare to move my young master. Do you really think this lord is useless? A small late-stage Monarch God cultivator, die for me. "
Hearing this, the black-robed man's face was blank and his face was like dead ashes. When the middle-aged man spoke, the black-robed old man knew that he would not be able to survive today. Because at that moment, his body could no longer move.
"Kacha." The middle-aged man succeeded and grabbed the black-robed old man's neck. With a light force, the black-robed old man's neck was already limp to the side.
"Haha, want to run? Do you think you can run in front of this lord? "
Just as the black-robed old man died, a palm-sized old man instantly rushed out from his abdomen and flew into the sky, wanting to escape. However. At this moment, the middle-aged man instantly moved. He raised his hand and a mysterious force wrapped around the palm-sized old man who wanted to escape.
"Tsk, not bad. Your strength is quite pure and suitable for me to absorb." As soon as he said that, although his voice was very soft, the surrounding people were all experts. No matter how soft his voice was, they could still hear him.
"Hiss … Just where did this person come from? He can actually devour divine souls." At this moment, everyone began to guess about Sakra and the black-robed man, guessing where they came from. They guessed where their sect was and so on.
"Uncle Feng …"
After seeing the black-robed old man die, the young man called Su Ru was stunned for a moment. Then, he sobered up and roared towards the sky with a sorrowful face. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was ferocious and terrifying.
In response to that person's roar. Sakra ignored him and waved his hand gently towards the sky. He said, "Kill them all. Don't leave a single one alive."
"What, this …" Sakra did not have any intention of hiding his words. He said it openly. Everyone was even more puzzled as to why Sakra waved his hand towards the sky.
However, in the next moment, everyone reacted. After Sakra waved his hand, six men who looked like the black-robed middle-aged man appeared in the sky.
"Yes, Young Master!"
The Asura clansmen who received the order rushed forward with killing intent. Facing more than a dozen middle-stage Divine Monarch cultivators, it was naturally not a problem. Even if it was an early-stage Divine Monarch cultivator, they would probably be able to kill him on the spot. Even if it was a middle-stage God Emperor, even if they could not kill him, it would at most be a draw.
"What, no … no, we … we are from the Ninth Continent's Danzong Sect. You … aren't you afraid of the Danzong Sect's revenge? "
Su Ru realized that something was wrong. Then, in order to protect his life, he brought out the Danzong Sect behind him. He wanted to use it as a shield to protect his life.
However, he was wrong. Sakra's true body was Lin Ray. For an enemy who killed his wife and child, how could Lin Ray, who dared to kill millions of people, be weak as his avatar?
Furthermore, in the past few hundred years, Sakra had been baptized by the Heavenly Slaughter Sect. He had killed countless people. He did not care about the lives of these few days.
Although Sakra did not think that he was a good person. At the very least, he did not take the lives of ordinary people. As for this Su Ru, he had no bottom line. He could only kill such a person. Of course, the more important reason was that he was from the Ninth Continent. He wanted to be hunted down by the experts of the Ninth Continent. Only with pressure would he have motivation.
"Danzong Sect, hehe, so what if it's the Danzong Sect? Don't worry, sooner or later, I will make a trip to the Danzong Sect. However, when the time comes, we will see if the Danzong Sect can survive or not."
After saying this, Sakra did not look at him again. He casually returned to his seat in the restaurant and sat down. He picked up the wine jar on the table and fiercely poured a mouthful of strong liquor into his mouth. His face revealed a comfortable smile.
At this moment, Mu Ling and the other three sitting across the table had strange expressions. Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Sakra. At this moment, they did not look down on him.
"Ahhhh … no … no. I … I am the Danzong Sect's Ninth Elder's … "
"Ahhhhhhh …"
Miserable screams came from outside the window. Immediately, Mu Ling turned his head to look. At this moment, the seven black-clothed men had already entered a state of killing. Every one of their attacks was extremely fierce. Every move was fatal, without a trace of emotion.
"Se … Senior, they are the descendants of the Ninth Continent's Sect. You … Are you not afraid of being hunted down by the experts of the Ninth Continent's Danzong Sect?"
Sakra, who was drinking, heard Mu Ling's question. Immediately, Sakra put down the wine jar in his hand and replied with disdain, "I'm afraid they won't come."
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