Shock Tianwu Pavilion

In mid-air, sword energy and the Spiritual Pearl clashed fiercely, and black smoke completely enveloped the two of them.

Inside the Sword Pavilion, Lin Yuan looked with worry towards the direction where Xiao Feng had just stood, his heart inexplicably tense: "Could it be... he's not an opponent."

"Spiritual Pearl cultivators are very strong against us, but Xiao Feng doesn't take him seriously at all. I believe... he can definitely kill that person."

Not far away, the Tianwu Pavilion members stopped their actions and looked at the mist in mid-air.

They understood that if Xiao Feng could come out unharmed, they might face enormous trouble next.

On the other hand, if the Spiritual Pearl cultivator could come out, Xiao Feng might die by his hand.

"He is a Yuanying Stage Cultivator. Even if he is no match for Xiao Feng, he won't be killed in one move. We can rest assured."

Mao Jun braced himself and said this, hoping everyone present could relax.

Otherwise, if the Tianwu Pavilion Disciples had internal strife, they wouldn't be able to stay here and continue dealing with the Lingjian Sect.

Soon, the smoke slowly dispersed, and there was no trace of the two figures in the air.

At this moment, Xu Qiao's voice came from below: "Look quickly, over there."

Everyone looked towards the direction he was pointing and found that Xiao Feng was actually holding the Spiritual Pearl cultivator like a dead dog.

"Bang..."

He casually threw the Spiritual Pearl cultivator's corpse down, kicking up a lot of dust on the ground.

"A Yuanying Stage Cultivator dares to clash with the Flowing Light Sword's sword energy? Seeking death."

Mao Jun saw that Xiao Feng could kill the Spiritual Pearl cultivator with just one move, his eyes wide: "One move? Just one move? Could it be that he is... at the Essence Severing cultivation level?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Many Disciples of the Tianwu Pavilion shook their heads, completely disbelieving such a thing.

However, the reality was right before their eyes, leaving no room for argument.

When Mao Jun saw Xiao Feng approaching him, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground: "Xiao... Xiao Feng, please spare us this time, we will never dare to come again."

Seeing Mao Jun kneeling on the ground, the other Disciples, fearing death, also knelt down, even knocking their heads heavily on the ground.

"Please spare our small lives."

At this moment, the Sword Pavilion gate was pushed open, and Xu Qiao walked out with a face full of anger: "Absolutely cannot let them leave here, otherwise our Disciples will have died in vain."

Looking at the ground full of corpses, Xiao Feng walked up to them with a playful smile: "If I let you leave, what about all these corpses on the ground?"

Mao Jun looked up at the surviving Disciples around him, kowtowing 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 for our lives."

Before Xu Qiao could say more, Xiao Feng walked up to Mao Jun: "Oh? You mean you can buy their lives with just money?"

The Lingjian Sect is not a Sect that lacks money. There is no way they would make money in such a manner.

Seeing that Xiao Feng was unyielding, Mao Jun was full of despair: "You tell us what to do, and we will do it, as long as you spare our lives."

"You said that."

Xiao Feng quietly turned his head, his right hand secretly gathering Spirit Energy, and struck fiercely towards the faces of the Tianwu Pavilion Disciples.

"Bang..."

The Disciple kneeling at the very front was sent flying by his palm, landing on the ground with an unrecognizable face, devoid of life.

"You..."

Mao Jun was about to rebuke Xiao Feng, but upon seeing his murderous gaze, he could only give up.

"Bang..."

Another palm struck out fiercely, hitting the face of one of the people, sending him flying out.

Seeing the Disciples dying one after another before him, Mao Jun was filled with grief, finally getting revenge for the earlier incident.

Inside the Sword Pavilion, Lin Yuan was deeply moved seeing Xiao Feng avenge them in this manner.

Soon, the Tianwu Pavilion Disciples lay scattered everywhere, clearly without life.

Mao Jun saw that Xiao Feng had no one left to kill and came up to him: "You should have vented your anger now, right?"

"Do you think that after coming here and causing such a massacre, controlling Lin Yuan to kill our Sect Disciples, you can leave safely?"

Only now did Mao Jun realize that Xiao Feng had never intended to let him go, his face filled with anger.

Just as he was about to make a move, the Flowing Light Sword sliced fiercely across his neck, blood dripping from the blade of the Flowing Light Sword.

"Bang..."

With Mao Jun's death, this matter came to an end.

Inside the Sword Pavilion, all the Disciples came out and approached Xiao Feng, exclaiming in astonishment: "He's actually this strong?"

"Could he really be at the Essence Severing Realm?"

Seeing their skeptical expressions, Xiao Feng walked up to them: "The crisis has been resolved, but I think the trouble isn't just from them."

From Mao Jun's strength, it could be seen that he was not the leader, otherwise he would definitely have the authority to arrange for the Disciples beside him to leave.

Lin Yuan and Xu Qiao exchanged glances and came up to Xiao Feng: "That's right, we... there are other Sects in the Main Hall."

And these people who were left behind were merely used to deal with them.

Xiao Feng had long seen that these people were just minor figures, and he snorted coldly: "Indeed, they came well-prepared this time."

"You are only one person. How about waiting until our strength recovers?"

They couldn't even make a move now and felt it was a bit risky for Xiao Feng to deal with them alone.

On the other hand, Xiao Feng was completely indifferent, holding the Flowing Light Sword and walking towards the direction of the Main Peak Great Hall.

At this moment, Ding Hong was seated on the main seat, and below him were the Elders from Lingxiao Pavilion, Lei Yun Sect, Taihe Sect, Biyao Palace, and the Yi Qi Dao Alliance.

Ding Hong looked at the vast Main Peak, a smile on his face: "This will be our world from now on. You can get what you need from me."

Even he didn't dare to easily keep everything for himself.

Otherwise, if they turned against him, he wouldn't be able to hold this position securely.

Upon hearing that Ding Hong was willing to leave some things for them, the Elders all stood up: "Haha, why don't we check out their treasures as soon as possible?"

The reason they were sitting here was precisely to divide the treasures in their hands.

Seeing their anxious expressions, Ding Hong clapped his hands: "Naturally, bring up all the treasures we have found here."

Outside the door, many Disciples walked out carrying treasures plundered from the Lingjian Sect and placed them in the center of the Great Hall.

When they saw the treasures in the center of the Great Hall, their faces were filled with shock: "A mere Lingjian Sect actually has so many good things?"

The Taihe Sect Elder was about to stand up but saw Ding Hong walking down from the platform and taking out the best set of treasures from among them.

"Since I can sit up there, I believe you shouldn't mind letting me choose first."

Saying this, he intended to return to the platform with this set of treasures.

At this moment, the Taihe Sect Elder's face turned ugly as he intercepted him: "Wait, who allowed you to take the best treasure from inside?"

To the side, the other Elders exchanged glances, none daring to speak up for him.

Clearly, they were all wary of Ding Hong's strength and did not dare to rashly intercept him, otherwise being targeted by him would not be a good thing.