The worst attack

The Disciples' eyes were blood-red!

It was as if their eyeballs had been gouged out and soaked in a river of red!

Xiao Feng swallowed, this must be Wang Chongming's doing.

"Qing Song Peak Disciples, heed my command, kill them for me!"

With a command, Wang Chongming looked at Wan Feiyu beside him.

"The rest is up to you!"

Despair filled Wan Feiyu's heart, his Golden Core was gone.

His cultivation of the first half of his life had ended at this moment!

But his identity was not lost!

He was still the Senior Brother of Qing Song Peak!

"Kill them for me!"

With a command, those Disciples with blood-red eyes rushed towards Xiao Feng.

And Wang Chongming, seeing this scene, also left the Great Hall.

The Disciples from the Main Peak were stopped outside.

"Elder Wang, how are the Sect Head and the others? We're here to see!"

Wang Chongming looked displeased.

"You don't need to see!"

"This Elder needs a quiet environment to heal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a heavy crash came from the Great Hall behind him.

It was like a massive, ten-thousand-ton stone hitting the sandy ground.

A quiet environment?

The leading Disciple swallowed.

"Elder Wang, did something happen inside?"

Wang Chongming gritted his teeth, he hadn't expected things to be so troublesome.

"Alright, something did happen, you go in and see, this Elder is not treating them anymore!"

Retreating to advance!

This was Wang Chongming's last resort.

The Main Peak Disciples looked at each other.

"Elder, we just came to inquire about the injuries of the Elders!"

Wang Chongming stroked his beard, seeing the hesitation in these Disciples' eyes, he knew he had succeeded.

"I know you have good intentions, but the problem inside is not something you can solve!"

"I will heal them!"

"You leave!"

Upon hearing this, everyone walked down the mountain one by one.

Wang Chongming breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the scattered few Qing Song Peak Disciples.

Seeing this, the Disciples also gathered around one by one.

"Revered Master, we are so uncomfortable!"

"Our bodies feel like they are on fire, please heal us quickly!"

Seeing this situation, a smile appeared on Wang Chongming's lips.

It seems these people can still be used well!

As the Peak Lord of Qing Song Peak, Wang Chongming didn't feel he should treat these people well.

In his eyes, they were just slaves!

It was just that to avoid the unpleasant name of slaves, he made them his Disciples.

And the only person who could barely be considered his Disciple was Wan Feiyu.

For no other reason than his charming alchemy talent!

It's just a pity that his poor Disciple was crippled by Xiao Feng!

But that's a matter for later!

What Wang Chongming had to do now was kill Xiao Feng, as for geniuses, he could find them later.

"What you ate was Dragon Blood, it seems your bodies are too weak!"

"There is simply no way to fully absorb it!"

The leader listened and looked at the Disciple who had just been lying beside him.

At this moment, that person had stopped breathing!

Gone to heaven!

Wang Chongming perhaps saw through this person's thoughts.

"What? Don't you believe Revered Master?"

"Those who died were people who were unable to withstand the surge of Dragon Blood!"

Saying this, Wang Chongming slowly walked down a few steps, and a beam of light shone behind him.

In the eyes of those Disciples, Wang Chongming at this moment was like a True God descending.

"And you, my dearest Disciples, after this battle, you will become unique existences!"

After speaking, Wang Chongming casually took out the Soul-Lost Pill.

"Listen carefully, eat this thing to strengthen your Physique and break through your current limits as quickly as possible!"

Soon, the Soul-Lost Pills, which could kill them but were regarded as miraculous elixirs by them, were all distributed.

And they swallowed them one by one!

After doing all this, Wang Chongming opened the door of the Great Hall again.

"Charge in!"

"Do what you should do!"

"This Demon Clan is your stepping stone on the path!"

The effects of the Soul-Lost Pill were quick, and a chaotic scene instantly appeared before the eyes of those Disciples.

And at the moment this Chaos appeared, Wang Chongming's voice sounded in their minds.

Kill!

They were like madmen, drawing the sharp blades from their waists one by one.

Their cultivation also surged wildly at this instant!

After entering the Great Hall, the Disciples who had eaten the Soul-Lost Pill had their cultivation inflated to at least the Yuanying Stage.

Wan Feiyu stood in the crowd, feeling the powerful aura around him, and retreated in shock.

He could feel that those Junior Brothers who had been so respectful to him were now even reaching the limits that he himself could not break through before.

It was too terrifying!

He kept retreating until he felt the obstruction behind him, then stopped.

"What are you panicking about?"

"With so many Disciples, he'll be exhausted to death!"

At this moment, Wang Chongming was secretly delighted.

He seemed to feel that he had found the best way.

To kill Xiao Feng and at the same time, shift all the blame for the Qing Song Peak Disciples onto him.

Everything was so perfect!

Wan Feiyu nodded, the fear in his heart also lessened considerably.

"Revered Master, what should we do next?"

Wang Chongming had a calm expression, his face full of enjoyment.

"What to do?"

"Watch the show!"

Speaking of Xiao Feng.

At this moment, a pressure inexplicably rose in Xiao Feng's heart.

A drop of sweat slowly dripped down his forehead.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment!

After repelling countless Disciples, Xiao Feng knew that continuing like this was not the answer.

When facing Ru Xing, Xiao Feng could kill without any reservations.

But when facing these Disciples, Xiao Feng couldn't bring himself to kill.

All of this was the fault of Wang Chongming and his Disciple.

But the price had to be borne by these ignorant Disciples of Qing Song Peak.

Why should they?

Even if it was to seek justice in the future, Xiao Feng had to keep them alive.

A brilliant power appeared behind Xiao Feng.

This time, there was no choice!

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Xiao Feng shouted.

"Water Curtain Sky Flower!"

The next moment, the Water Curtain that could cover the entire Great Hall slowly appeared above everyone's heads.

A moment later, it contained all these frenzied Disciples.

Xiao Feng barely let out a sigh of relief, but his hands were trembling.

The Disciples were struggling wildly, Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, and clenched his hands tightly into his palms.

"Suppress them for me!"

Xiao Feng cried out, and Xiao Feng's painful shouts echoed throughout the Great Hall.

However, all of this was useless!

The moment Xiao Feng's shout came out, the originally complete Water Curtain shattered into scattered star-like specks.

A trace of blood seeped from the corner of Xiao Feng's mouth, he had failed!

At the same time, the Disciples who had broken free from their restraints rushed towards Xiao Feng like madmen.

In a moment of crisis, Xiao Feng held the sword sheath and threw everyone back one by one.

But this wasn't the answer!