A hint of surprise flashed in Kuan Rong's eyes as he looked at the cracks in the energy shield. Was this something a Grandmaster could do?
But that's all there is to it.
He reached out and struck her with a palm strike from a distance, and in an instant, Ye Qianqing's chest caved in.
boom!
With a loud bang, Ye Qianqing's figure flew out instantly.
Zhang Lei flashed and quickly caught Ye Qianqing as she flew backward.
"This is the third time."
With his hands behind his back, he coldly said, "Join us, become one of the Seven Deadly Sins, or death awaits you."
They had all sustained considerable injuries and looked at his retreating figure with grim expressions.
The King's strength is still too terrifying; they are simply not qualified to fight him!
Ye Bufan took a deep breath, supported himself with his halberd and stood up, feeling a little bitter inside.
It seems that's all for now.
"I refuse."
He sighed in exasperation, "Why do you have to push my limits?"
He raised his hand, his voice turning cold: "Since that's the case, then die here."
Wang Xiaopang's face turned pale, and without the slightest hesitation, he stepped in front of Ye Bufan.
"Little Fatty?!"
Wang Xiaopang couldn't answer because the palm strike, imbued with concentrated energy, was about to land on him.
Time seemed to slow down at that moment. Ye Bufan's pupils dilated, unable to believe what was about to happen.
boom!
The impact of the attack filled the air with dust, and sand even got into Ye Bufan's eyes, bringing tears to his eyes.
Can…
As the dust settled, the figure in front exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?"
The voice was strong and clear, obviously not that of someone on the verge of death.
In front of him was a bloody, mangled shadow, revealing a body covered in dark yellow bones.
"A religious follower?!"
"Uncle Zhang!"
"Creativity?!"
Everyone gasped in surprise.
Ye Bufan stared in disbelief at the figure in front of him—it was a cultist who had taken the Mad Bone Potion!
Wang Xiaopang's eyes were filled with panic; Zhang Lei had been exposed!
Kuan Rong stared in astonishment at the figure. Were they members of the Creation Cult?
Meanwhile, Luo Hongxia, who had already stepped out from the shadows, stared blankly at Zhang Lei blocking his way.
How could he be a religious person?
Further on, Dean Mo's gaze sharpened: "Why would Zhang Lei, with his appearance, be a cult member?"
The same was true of Venerable Lin; both of them realized a huge intelligence error!
Believers can be no different from ordinary people!
Doesn't that mean that no one knows if the person next to them is a religious believer?
Zhang Lei is a retired and returned city guard. Now there are even believers among the city guards, so what about other places...?
Neither of them dared to think about it too deeply.
"This is terrible." Venerable Lin came to his senses and said in distress, "Zhang Lei was an eyewitness, how did he become a believer!"
"What do we do now?" Dean Mo asked.
"Oh well, let nature take its course."
Back at the scene, Kaundin glanced at the group and noticed their expressions of astonishment and anger; they hadn't known he was a religious person.
"I've long heard of the Creation Cult." Tolerance played on words, but there was no fear whatsoever.
Information about the alien beast world is being blocked, and the public's current understanding of the Creation Cult is that its leader has the power to be crowned a king.
Therefore, tolerance is not a lie at all. After all, there are only four vacant seats in the Seven Virtues, so dealing with the Creation Cult is a piece of cake.
"call…"
Zhang Lei let out a long breath, suppressing the rage rising within him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go quickly, I can't hold out much longer."
"Oh?" Kuan Rong said jokingly, "The Creation Cult is saving the people of the Heavenly Academy. I don't quite understand this."
You don't need to understand it.
Zhang Lei's voice was hoarse. With a step forward, his feet exploded, and he rushed towards Kuanrong.
"Good thing you've come. I also want to know what the Creation Cult is capable of."
Without activating his shield, he directly collided with the incoming fist with his palm.
With a loud bang, cracks appeared in the ground beneath their feet, and the force from above caused Kuanrong's expression to change slightly.
That's a bit scary, isn't it?
A ninth-rank cultivator actually possesses power comparable to a peak Grandmaster?
This was thanks to the fact that he severely injured Zhang Lei with a single palm strike, which directly triggered the berserk mode.
roar!
Zhang Lei let out a roar unconsciously, and the exposed bones in his arm suddenly exerted force again.
Kuan Rong left a trail with his feet, snorted coldly, and kicked Zhang Lei in the chest.
With a deafening roar, he was sent flying like a cannonball, cracks appearing on the bones of his chest, clearly unable to withstand much longer.
"run!"
Using the last shred of reason to bring everyone back to their senses also meant that Zhang Lei had completely gone berserk, unleashing a beast-like roar.
"Uncle Zhang!"
Wang Xiaopang's face was deathly pale. He tried to call Zhang Lei back to his senses, but Zhang Lei had already lunged at Kuan Rong with both hands.
"It's nothing special."
A snow-white longsword appeared in Kuan Rong's hand, accompanied by shimmering energy, clearly a weapon.
He brandished his longsword, ready to cleave Zhang Lei in two!
bite!
A long spear suddenly blocked the longsword, while another spear shot out and landed directly on Zhang Lei's shoulder, plunging him into the ground!
A roar came, but the spear piercing his shoulder was like a mountain, pressing down on him relentlessly.
"Commander Luo?!" Wang Xiaopang exclaimed excitedly, then hurriedly added, "The back of his head, that can knock Uncle Zhang unconscious."
Luo Hongxia frowned, gave Wang Xiaopang a deep look, and as he had said, struck Zhang Lei hard, knocking him unconscious.
Ye Bufan and the others breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing him, and sat down together to take pills to recover from their injuries.
Of course, Ye Bufan looked at Wang Xiaopang with a complicated expression, making him feel guilty and turn his head away.
"After this is over, you'll have to explain yourself properly, Wang Xiaopang," Ye Qianqing said calmly, referring to him by his full name.
Wang Xiaopang: "..."
"Don't move."
After knocking Zhang Lei unconscious, Luo Hongxia suddenly spoke, causing Kuan Rong to pause in his steps.
The latter slowly turned his head, somewhat helpless.
"What are you doing here, Lord Junhu?"
"Of course we came after you," Luo Hongxia said calmly.
With composure and humility, he said, "Lord Junhu, I think you should deal with the Creation Cult first, right? We, the Seven Virtues, believe we are still a little lacking compared to the Creation Cult."
Meanwhile, he was internally complaining.
The cult members risked exposure to save Ye Bufan, and then Luo Hongxia came out to save the cult members.
What on earth is going on?!
I really don't understand what's going on with this situation.
Luo Hongxia said coldly, "I will handle the problem of the Creation Cult later. Now it's your problem. Be lenient."
His voice was icy: "Take off your mask, or don't blame me for taking matters into my own hands."
Beneath the mask, the tolerant expression hardened, and he slowly said, "Lord Junhu, sometimes knowing too much isn't a good thing."
"Whether it's good or not, I'll decide for myself." Junhu didn't care at all.
"I'm sorry," said Forgiving softly.
"For Lord Junhu's safety, this mask must not be removed."
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