In mid-air, the sword energy and the spirit pearl collided fiercely, and black smoke completely enveloped the two of them.
Inside the Sword Pavilion, Lin Yuan looked with worry in the direction where Xiao Feng had just stood, feeling inexplicably nervous: "Could it be... that I'm no match for him?"
“The Spirit Pearl cultivator is very strong to us, but Xiao Feng doesn’t take him seriously at all. I believe... he will definitely be able to kill that person.”
Not far away, the people from Tianwu Pavilion stopped fighting and looked at the wisp of mist in mid-air.
They understood that if Xiao Feng emerged unscathed, they themselves would likely face immense trouble.
On the other hand, if the Spirit Pearl cultivator were to emerge, Xiao Feng might die at his hands.
"He is a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if he is no match for Xiao Feng, he won't be killed in one move. We can rest assured."
Mao Jun forced himself to tell the story, hoping to put everyone present at ease.
Otherwise, if the disciples of Tianwu Pavilion were to fight amongst themselves, they wouldn't be able to stay here and continue dealing with the Lingjian Sect.
Soon, the smoke slowly dissipated, and there was no trace of the two people in the air.
Just then, Xu Qiao's voice came from below: "Look, there it is."
Everyone looked in the direction he was looking and discovered that Xiao Feng was actually holding the Spirit Pearl cultivator who was lying like a dead dog.
"Bang..."
He casually tossed the corpse of the Spirit Pearl cultivator aside, kicking up a cloud of dust on the ground.
"A Nascent Soul stage cultivator dares to clash with the sword energy of the Flowing Light Sword? He's courting death."
Mao Jun's eyes widened when he saw that Xiao Feng had killed the Spirit Pearl cultivator with just one move: "One move? Just one move? Could he be... a Nascent Soul cultivator?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Many disciples of Tianwu Pavilion shook their heads, simply unable to believe such a thing could happen.
However, the facts were right in front of them, leaving them no room for further discussion.
When Mao Jun saw Xiao Feng standing in front of him, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground: "Xiao...Xiao Feng, please forgive us this time, we will never dare to come again."
Seeing Mao Jun kneeling on the ground, the other disciples, fearing for their lives, also knelt down and banged their heads against the ground.
"Please, spare our lives."
At this moment, the gate of Sword Pavilion was pushed open, and Xu Qiao walked out with a face full of anger: "We absolutely cannot let them leave here, otherwise our disciples will die in vain."
Seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground, Xiao Feng walked up to them with a mocking smile: "If I let you leave, what will happen to all these corpses?"
Mao Jun looked up at the disciples around him who were barely clinging to life, and kowtowed repeatedly: "We are willing to compensate you, as long as you can give us a price."
"Yes, we are willing to pay a high price to save our lives."
Before Xu Qiao could say anything, Xiao Feng walked up to Mao Jun and asked, "Oh? You mean you can just buy their lives with money?"
The Spirit Sword Sect is not the kind of sect that lacks money; there's no way they would use such a method to make money.
Seeing that Xiao Feng was unmoved, Mao Jun looked desperate and said, "Tell me what to do, and I'll do it, as long as you spare our lives."
"You said it yourself."
Xiao Feng quietly turned around, his right hand concealing spiritual power, and fiercely attacked the face of the Tianwu Pavilion disciple.
"Bang..."
The disciple kneeling at the front was slapped away by him with a single palm strike, landing on the ground with his face unrecognizable and lifeless.
"you..."
Mao Jun was about to accuse Xiao Feng, but when he looked up, he saw Xiao Feng's murderous gaze and had no choice but to give up.
"Bang..."
Another palm strike landed hard, hitting one of the men squarely in the face and sending him flying.
Seeing his disciples die one after another before his eyes, Mao Jun was heartbroken and felt a sense of revenge for the arrow he had just shot.
Inside the Sword Pavilion, Lin Yuan was deeply moved to see Xiao Feng using such a method to avenge him.
Soon, the disciples of Tianwu Pavilion lay sprawled out here, clearly dead.
Seeing that Xiao Feng had no one left to kill, Mao Jun approached him and asked, "You should be calm now, right?"
"Do you think you can leave safely after coming here and wreaking havoc, manipulating Lin Yuan to kill my sect's disciples?"
Only now did Mao Jun realize that Xiao Feng had never intended to let him go, and his face was filled with anger.
Just as he was about to make his move, the Flowing Light Sword slashed across his neck, and blood slid down from the blade.
"Bang..."
With Mao Jun's death, this matter has come to an end.
Inside the Sword Pavilion, all the disciples came out and stood before Xiao Feng, their faces filled with astonishment: "He's actually this strong?"
"Could there really be a Nascent Soul realm?"
Seeing their skeptical expressions, Xiao Feng walked up to them and said, "The crisis has been resolved, and I think the trouble isn't just with them."
Judging from Mao Jun's strength, he is not the leader; otherwise, he would certainly have the right to arrange for his disciples to leave.
Lin Yuan and Xu Qiao exchanged a glance and approached Xiao Feng: "That's right, we... there are other sects in the main hall."
Those who remained were merely there to deal with them.
Xiao Feng had long seen through these people as insignificant figures, and snorted coldly, "As expected, they came prepared this time."
"You're all alone. How about we wait until we've recovered our strength?"
They don't even have the ability to take action right now, so they think it's a bit risky for Xiao Feng to cause them trouble on his own.
In contrast, Xiao Feng looked completely unconcerned, carrying his Flowing Light Sword as he walked towards the main hall of the peak.
At this moment, Ding Hong sat in the main seat, with the elders of Lingxiao Pavilion, Leiyun Sect, Taihe Sect, Biyao Palace, and Yiqi Dao Alliance below him.
Ding Hong looked at the enormous main peak with a smile on his face: "From now on, this will be our territory. You can get what you need from me."
Even he wouldn't dare to keep everything on himself so easily.
Otherwise, if they were to turn against him, he would have no chance of holding onto his position.
Upon hearing that Ding Hong was willing to leave some things for them, the elders all stood up: "Haha, why don't we take a look at their treasures as soon as possible?"
The reason they're sitting here is simply to take a share of the treasures they possess.
Seeing their anxious expressions, Ding Hong clapped his hands and said, "Of course, bring up all the treasures we've found here."
Outside the door, many disciples came out carrying treasures they had looted from the Spirit Sword Sect and placed them in the middle of the hall.
When they saw the treasures in the center of the hall, their faces were filled with shock: "How could a mere Spirit Sword Sect have so many good things?"
Just as the elders of the Taihe Sect were about to get up, they saw Ding Hong walk down from the platform and take out the best set of treasures.
"Since I'm allowed to sit here, I'm sure you won't mind letting me choose first."
As he spoke, he planned to take the treasure back up there.
At this moment, the elder of the Taihe Sect, with a grim expression, stopped him: "Wait, who gave you permission to take the best treasures inside?"
The other elders exchanged glances, none of them daring to speak up for him.
Clearly, they were all wary of Ding Hong's strength and dared not rashly intercept him, otherwise it would not be a good thing for him to have his eye on them.
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