Upon hearing the sound, a group of disciples from the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Jade Pool Holy Land all showed excited expressions and looked up at the sky.
As expected, Ning Tian stepped out of the void and landed on the plaza.
"Greetings, Master."
Both the Grand Elder and Elder Qingye bowed to Ning Tian.
"Stop with all this fancy stuff, let me punch you first." Ning Tian waved his hand and looked at the Grand Elder impatiently.
"What!"
The Grand Elder was stunned for a moment, still not having recovered his senses.
"Master, are you going to punch me?!"
"yes."
Ning Tian nodded and raised his fist seriously. "Don't worry, it won't hurt. It'll be quick."
"..."
The elder's lips twitched as he looked at Ning Tian's fist, which was as big as a sandbag.
Will I die from this punch?
"For the sake of our ancestor, I will do it without hesitation! However, before you strike me, please wait a moment, ancestor."
The First Elder, with a look of resignation, turned to Elder Qingye beside him, took her wrinkled hand, and under her astonished gaze, slowly said, "Junior Sister Qingye, actually I really like... oh dear!"
Before the elder could finish speaking, he was sent flying.
"..."
Elder Qingye was stunned for a moment, at a loss for what to do.
"Dragging and dawdling."
Ning Tian murmured to himself and moved his wrists.
Seeing the Grand Elder fly away, a group of Heavenly Demon Sect disciples sighed, their eyes filled with sorrow.
"Why."
"That's terrible."
"May you rest in peace, Elder. We will burn the most beautiful paper effigy of your wife for you, to fulfill your wish."
"The Grand Elder was so pitiful; he seemed to be a virgin until his death."
They shook their heads. How could they possibly survive being punched by their ancestor, a Nine Tribulation Emperor?
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