"Hahaha... Don't worry, I just used a little bit of skill. It would only hurt him, but not kill him. I heard that Po Qian Dao is your most proud disciple of Wen Yixiao, and he will inherit your mantle in the future. How can I be willing to kill the person who has promoted Kuodao Sect so quickly?" Xiong Tian smiled ferociously, looking at Po Qian Dao like he was looking at an inanimate, interesting toy.
"Xiong Tian, if you have any problem, come at me! What kind of skill is bullying a junior?" Wen Yixiao shouted sharply.
"Don't worry! After taking care of your precious apprentice, it will be your turn!"
Seeing the viciousness and coldness on Xiong Tian's face, Wen Yixiao's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. If you want him to let Po Qian Dao go, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
"Master, my disciple is fine, you don't have to worry about me!" Po Qian Dao clutched his chest that was in constant pain, struggled to stand up, spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and said loudly.
Xiong Tian nodded and said with a half-smile on his face, "Wen Yixiao, your disciple's cultivation is not very good, but his skills in being beaten are top-notch! Not bad, not bad. In this way, I can have a good time." It’s time to play!”
"Bah! Poor Xiong Tian, he didn't even know he was about to die!" Po Qiandao turned around and glanced at Wandong who was slowly approaching, and yelled at Xiong Tian angrily.
"Okay! You have backbone! I like tough guys like you. Unlike those soft guys who haven't done anything yet, they are as soft as snot. It's disgusting and can't be enjoyed to the fullest! Hehe... Broken Thousand Knives, let's do it again. One move?"
"Why don't you let me come and play with you?" Wan Dong stepped forward and said coldly.
Wan Dong arrived earlier than Po Qian Dao, but he couldn't figure out the identities of Wen Yixiao and Xiong Tian at the moment, and couldn't tell who was righteous and who was evil, so he didn't rush to take action. It wasn't until Po Qian Dao arrived that Wandong could tell the difference between friend and foe. Although it was a little late, Brother Wen Yixiao and Po Qian Dao were both seriously injured, but there was still a chance to make amends.
Wan Dong didn't take the Thunder Club seriously at first, but he didn't expect that there would be a half-perfect strong man in the Thunder Club. Moreover, according to Xiong Tian, Guild Leader Li Honglei's cultivation level was even higher. For Dong, things seemed to become interesting all of a sudden.
Let’s start with Xiong Tian first, then go to meet Li Honglei! No matter what, Qixia Mountain will become the burial place of the Thunder Society!
"Where did this wild boy come from? Get out of here before I get angry!" Xiong Tian never put a young man in his eyes. He just glanced at Wandong and sternly reprimanded him full of disgust.
"Brother, I'll leave this thing to you!" Po Qian Dao said to Wandong without being polite to him.
Wandong nodded slightly.
Po Qian Dao flew up and flew toward the master and the two uncles like a goshawk. The three brothers and sisters were all seriously injured. At this time, they had no ability to protect themselves at all. Po Qian Dao did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
"Get back!" Seeing Po Qian Dao walking away towards Wen with a smile, a ninth-level master under Xiong Tian stood up at the same time, trying to block Po Qian Dao back.
"It's you who should get out!" Before the ninth-level master's roar could reach the ground, Wan Dong's cold shout followed.
Accompanying this cold shout, there was a golden palm shadow that was as solid as lightning, heading straight towards the ninth-level master.
"Seeking death!" The ninth-level master did not expect that Wandong would suddenly attack him, but he did not panic. He folded his body in the air, temporarily put aside the Thousand Swordsman, turned around and faced Wandong. The golden palm shadow emitted.
The ninth-level master didn't take Wandong seriously from the beginning to the end. He thought that his palm could easily smash the golden palm shadow and give Wandong some color to show. But what he never expected in his dreams was that when his palm power collided with the golden palm shadow, it was like an egg falling heavily on the rock. In just a blink of an eye, the palm power he released was The golden palm shadow was completely blown away.
"How could this happen!?" At this point, the expression of the ninth-level master suddenly changed, and he even opened his mouth and let out a trembling roar.
But at this moment, even if the ninth-level master roared his throat, it would be of no avail. The golden palm shadow that dispersed the strength of the opponent's palm suddenly accelerated and turned into a golden light. With a whoosh, it hit the chest of the ninth level master.
It is no exaggeration to say that it was like being hit by a shotgun at close range. The chest of the ninth-level master suddenly erupted into a mist of blood, filling the sky and the ground! And when the blood mist dissipated, everyone was immediately shocked to find that there was a transparent blood hole the size of a palm on the chest of the ninth-level master, which was extremely terrifying.
No one could continue to live after suffering such an injury. Naturally, the same was true for the ninth-level master. He tilted his head and lost his breath.
In the small mortal world, warriors at the ninth level are already considered first-rate masters. Such a master died so silently. Within a few seconds, the surrounding area fell into a suffocating silence.
"Master, Second Junior Uncle, Third Junior Uncle, can you still hold on?" Po Qian Dao had already arrived at Wen Yixiao's side. He supported the stunned Wen Yixiao and asked him twice before Wen Yixiao turned around. God is coming.
"Uh... Master is fine, he's not dead yet. Qian Dao, this... this young master is..."
Po Qian Dao grinned and said, "Master, you don't have to worry about the rest, just leave it to Brother Wan!"
"Brother Wan?" Wen Yixiao was stunned for a moment, his face full of confusion. In his impression, there had never been a strong young man named Wan who could easily kill a ninth-level master.
Po Qian Dao smiled and said nothing. At this time, it was not the time to introduce Wandong to the master in a grand manner.
"Boy, I didn't expect you to have a second thought. It seems that I have made a mistake." Xiong Tian finally looked at Wan Dong, and his tone became more solemn.
Wandong shook his head and said calmly, "You are mistaken, but I am not. The people from the Thunder Club really can't stand on the stage!"
"What did you say!? Do you know what it means when you say this? Die!" Xiong Tian was furious and shouted sternly.
"There are many people who want me, Wandong, to die, but so far, I'm still living well."
"That's because you didn't meet our Thunder Club earlier, otherwise, you would have died long ago!" Wandong's calmness made Xiong Tian feel more and more uneasy. Finally, Xiong Tian completely abandoned his face and took the lead in launching an offensive against Wandong regardless of his identity.
Compared with the offensive that injured Wen Yixiao's two junior brothers and Po Qian Dao, this Xiong Tian's offensive was truly ferocious.
A pair of fists, like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, tumbling and flying, making it dazzling and difficult to see clearly its moves. Along with Xiong Tian's wildly dancing fists, terrifying punches spread all over the sky, intertwining and intertwining, like a giant net. Once caught in it, it will turn into a pile of flesh in the air.
Wen Yixiao looked at it, his heart was shaken, and there was even cold sweat on his forehead. I never expected that Xiong Tian's cultivation level would soar to such an extent after not seeing him for a while.
"Half-step perfection... I didn't expect that the gap between the ninth level peak and half-step perfection is so huge!" Wen Yixiao whispered softly with a pale face, his expression full of bitterness.
Xiong Tian's cultivation level is already so high, what about Li Honglei? How terrible is he? Wen Yixiao's mind seemed to have fallen into an abyss, sinking straight down.
"Grandma's fault! Brother Wan, you must resist it!"
Of course Po Qian Dao had confidence in Wan Dong, but seeing how fierce and domineering Xiong Tian's punches were, his confidence in Wan Dong was inevitably impacted. If Wandong can't withstand Xiong Tian's offensive, I'm afraid that their Kuodaomen will really be destroyed here today.
"Hmph haha... boy, tremble under my fist!"
Exhibiting it to his fullest, Xiong Tian felt that even if it were heaven and earth, he could blast a hole in it, even a small young man, of course! Xiong Tian's laughter was loud and domineering, as if he was the master of this world.
"Shaking? Okay! I'll shake one for you to see!" Wan Dong sneered and his body suddenly swayed.
In an instant, golden light shone everywhere, like a god descending, and the essence of Tao Qi burst out with a commanding momentum. In the blink of an eye, the world changed its color.
"Is this... is this also true energy? How... why is it so refined and so vast?" Wen Yixiao couldn't help but exclaimed, his face full of admiration and admiration.
boom!
At this moment, Xiong Tian was caught off guard, and with all his fist strength, he crashed into the golden curtain that suddenly appeared in front of him! As if he had hit a steel city wall, Xiong Tian felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart. The majestic palm power he released also died down in an instant, and it failed to stir up even a single ripple on the golden curtain.
"Is this your half-step to perfection? It's still far away!"
A golden curtain casually defused all Xiong Tian's attacks. Wandong sneered, raised his palm, and was printed on Xiong Tian's chest. Xiong Tian's whole body was like a baseball that was whipped away with great force. He jumped dozens of feet away.
Poof!
A blood arrow spurted out from Xiong Tian's throat, obviously mixed with a lot of minced meat. Needless to say, Wandong's palm must have shattered Xiong Tian's internal organs.
"No...impossible, I...how could I lose? Ugh!" With a scream, Xiong Tian's body slowly withered to the ground. He could not close his eyes until he died.
If there is a chasm between the ninth-level peak and half-step perfection, then there are ten chasms between half-step perfection and great perfection! If Xiong Tian could know Wandong's cultivation level, I believe he would not do such unwise things.
But now, everything has settled, Xiong Tian will never have another chance.
"Dead...dead?" Looking at Xiong Tian lying motionless on the ground, Wen Yixiao was stunned. After a long while, he rubbed his eyes vigorously and asked blankly. (To be continued)