32: Chapter 32 Sorry, but god-level cultivation techniques really can do whatever they want!

In front of the mountain gate, the wind seemed to have stilled.

Following that casual sentence from Wang Yang, "Kneel for me."

There was no explosion of spiritual light, nor any heaven-shaking omen.

It was just a crack!

A teeth-aching sound of bone fracturing suddenly rang out.

Han Feng, who had been charging in front with the terrifying pressure of the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, suddenly felt an invisible gravity like the sky collapsing onto his shoulders.

His proud Protective Aura was as fragile as thin paper in front of this power.

"Ah!!!"

Han Feng let out a shrill scream.

His knees shattered instantly, and his whole body slammed heavily onto the ground in an extremely humiliating posture, smashing two deep craters into the hard rocky ground!

Because the momentum was too strong, his face also followed, slapping onto the ground with a "bang," sliding until it stopped right in front of Wang Yang's toe, leaving a long trail of blood.

Dead silence.

Those Liuyun Sect Disciples behind, who were shouting to kill, now remained in their charging posture, frozen in place like ducks with their necks caught, their eyes almost popping out.

This... this is the Second Elder!

A great expert at the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage!

Just like that... he kneeled?

That man without any cultivation fluctuation didn't even lift a hand!

"Tsk."

Wang Yang looked down at Han Feng, who was like a dead dog at his feet, and moved back in disgust, not wanting blood to stain his boots.

"I told you to kneel and you did. Why perform such a big bow? I don't have any red envelopes to give you."

"You... you..."

Han Feng, covered in blood, lifted his head with difficulty, his eyes full of terror and disbelief, "Golden Core... are you a Golden Core Old Ancestor?!"

Aside from the "Aura" of the Golden Core Stage, he couldn't think of any other power that could suppress him instantly!

"Golden Core?"

Wang Yang sneered without explaining, just waved his hand at the beauties behind him:

"Do it."

"Make it quick, don't delay my lunch."

As soon as the words fell.

Zheng—!

A clear zither sound rang out first.

Su Qingge plucked the strings with her fair hands, the Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique "Nine Heavens Phoenix Cry Score" showing its first glimpse of power.

The originally invisible sound waves instantly turned into semi-transparent Phoenix phantoms in the air.

Those phantoms were not auspicious signs, but were composed of countless dense Sword Qi!

"Go."

Su Qingge parted her red lips slightly.

The Phoenix cried, sweeping through the Void Realm.

Those three Liuyun Sect Elders at the Early Foundation Establishment Stage hadn't even had time to sacrifice their defensive Magical Artifacts before their vision blurred.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Three heads soared into the sky!

Protective Spiritual Qi?

Low Grade spirit armor?

In front of the sound wave Sword Qi blessed by the Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique, they were as fragile as tofu.

Instant kill!

Being in the same Foundation Establishment Stage, the gap was like a chasm!

"This is... Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique?"

Su Qingge herself was stunned for a moment, then wild joy erupted in her eyes.

"Hah!"

On the other side, Ye Qingcheng was not to be outdone.

Her red dress fluttered, and she slashed out an ice-blue blade light with her "water-severing blade".

As the "Taiyin True Water" technique circulated, the blade light looked as soft as water, but it actually contained terrifying lethality that was extremely yin and cold.

The blade light swept across.

Five Qi Refinement Stage Perfection Disciples who were preparing to run away couldn't even scream, their bodies instantly frozen into ice sculptures, and then with a "clatter," shattered into a pile of ice dregs.

It was also an instant kill!

In just one encounter.

The aggressive "investigation team" of Liuyun Sect had only Han Feng kneeling on the ground left, and five Qi Refinement Stage Disciples paralyzed on the ground in fear.

"Mom! A ghost!!"

"Run! This is not a human!"

The remaining five Qi Refinement Disciples finally collapsed, dropped their weapons, and turned to run.

Just at this moment.

A petite figure, carrying a cold, flashing long sword, chased up panting.

"Don't... don't run! I am at the seventh level of Qi Refinement! I want to fight you to the death!"

Lin Xiaowan wore the top-grade magical garment "flowing cloud water-sleeve skirt", holding the top-grade Magical Artifact "qingshuang sword", although her mouth shouted to fight to the death, her actions looked like she was beating a drowning dog.

Those five Qi Refinement Disciples were already scared out of their wits, where would they have the heart to see if the opponent was only at the seventh level of Qi Refinement?

They only saw the person beside that god-of-slaughter-like man rushing over!

"Ah! Don't kill me!"

A Disciple's legs softened, and he fell to the ground.

Lin Xiaowan's eyes lit up, and she stabbed over with her eyes closed.

"qingshuang sword Technique! Pfft!"

The sharpness of the top-grade Magical Artifact did not need any technique, it directly pierced through the Disciple's chest.

"Eh? Dead?"

Lin Xiaowan opened her eyes, waved her fist excitedly, "Revered Master! I also killed an enemy! I am so amazing!"

Wang Yang's mouth twitched behind her.

"Yes yes yes, you are the most amazing."

"That someone, the one on the left is going to run, go and finish him!"

"Okay!"

Lin Xiaowan was like a diligent little bee, under the intentional or unintentional "leaking monsters" cooperation of Ye Qingcheng and Su Qingge, she stabbed around with the qingshuang sword.

Although the scene was a bit funny, this girl really experienced the pleasure of "fox borrowing tiger's might" and "killing monsters across levels".

In less than three minutes.

The battle ended.

Except for Han Feng who was still breathing on the ground, the Liuyun Sect was completely wiped out.

Wang Yang walked to Han Feng, squatted down, and patted his blood-stained face with a folding fan.

"Look, why did you come to provoke my Hehuan Sect?"

Han Feng was already completely desperate.

He looked at the corpses on the ground, looked at the three women who were unscathed, and even their clothes were not wrinkled, and a deep regret surged in his heart.

"You... who exactly are you..." Han Feng asked tremblingly.

"Who I am is not important."

Wang Yang stood up, his voice cold:

"What's important is, I have taken a fancy to the things you are carrying."

"System, clean the battlefield! Recycle everything!"

As Wang Yang's thought moved.

The Storage Pouches on the corpses and the dropped Magical Artifacts all turned into streamers and disappeared.

[Ding! Recycling successful!]

[Recycled Late Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator (Han Feng)'s Storage Pouch and personal Magic Treasure: 1500 points.]

[Recycled Early Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator x 3 heritage: 1200 points.]

[Recycled Qi Refinement Stage Disciple x 10 heritage: 500 points.]

[Current points]: 4000 + 3200 = 7200 points!

Looking at the instantly soaring points, Wang Yang's mood was even happier than the New Year.

Sure enough, killing and arson brings gold belts!

This Liuyun Sect is simply his "angel investor"!

"Alright, you can go on your way now."

Wang Yang glanced at Han Feng, who had no more value.

"Wait! Don't kill me!"

Han Feng screamed in terror, "I am the Second Elder of Liuyun Sect! My Sect Master is a Core Formation great Cultivator! If you kill me, Liuyun Sect will definitely be at odds with you until death..."

"At odds until death?"

Wang Yang laughed.

He stretched out a finger and tapped lightly on Han Feng's forehead.

"Perfect."

"Please go down first and tell your Third Elder."

"In two days, I will send your Sect Master down to join you for a game of mahjong."

Bang!

The Domain power shook.

Han Feng's head exploded like a watermelon.

Thus, the people from Liuyun Sect were all wiped out.

Wang Yang carried his hands behind his back, looking at the direction of Liuyun Sect in the distance, the smile in his eyes gradually converged, replaced by a touch of expectation.

"7200 points..."

"Now, I can finally afford that [divine sense possession pill]."

"I really look forward to the Liuyun Sect's Core Formation Stage Sect Master coming to kill me directly!"

"And..."

"The threshold for Mall LV3 is 4 Dao Companions."

"The next victim... cough, the next predestined person, where will they be?"