Wutan also sensed the Great Venerable's gradually disappearing aura. He also knew what he was thinking, but he did not try to stop him. Since he wanted to integrate the Shura Palace and establish his reputation, he had to rely on his own means.
Flying over the Shura Palace, his divine thoughts spread all over the sky. Wu Tian locked onto the eight great venerables and the ninety-nine great elders of the Shura Palace, and said calmly, "Everyone, gather in the Palace Master's Hall. This Palace Master has something to announce."
"I want to see, after today, who among you dares to pretend to obey but actually disobey?"
Wutan muttered with a stern expression, and his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in the conference hall. He sat down unceremoniously on the throne that only the great masters dared to sit on, waiting for their arrival.
On his shoulders, the little guy and the insect king grew to the size of fists, standing quietly on the left and right. However, if you look closely, you will find that their eyes are always on Cang Zheng standing next to Wutan, and they are flashing a strange light.
As soon as Wutian sat down, dozens of figures immediately appeared, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "Greetings to the Lord of Wutian Palace!"
"Get up! Look around carefully. Except for the elders and venerable-level figures, no one else is allowed to enter without permission." Wutan ordered lightly.
"Yes, sir!"
Dozens of figures bowed and instantly appeared around the hall, standing upright with bright eyes, paying close attention to the surroundings. Whenever there was any sign of movement, someone would rush over to check it out.
There is no other way! Although Wu Tian is only the master of the Shura Palace in Zhongyaozhou, his status has surpassed other venerables and is on par with the great venerables. In addition, with his various reputations, they dare not be careless!
“Whoosh!”
Not long after, a sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the three venerables with gloomy faces rushed over from a distance, ignoring the guards and landing in the hall.
When the Third Venerable saw Wu Tian actually sitting on the throne of the Palace Master, his face suddenly darkened and he shouted, "Wutian, you are so bold that you dare to defy the rules of the Shura Palace and the laws left by the ancestors and ascend the throne of the Palace Master without authorization. What crime should you be punished for?"
Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the power of gold gushed out, transforming into a huge golden hand, which suppressed Wutan.
"Great Accomplishment Stage?" Wutan frowned. The aura of the Third Venerable was very strong and he couldn't see through it, but he clearly felt that it was not much different from Jian Si.
"I have to show my power!" Wutan said coldly. With a thought, three white figures suddenly appeared. On their chests, there was a sword totem engraved, and in the center of the totem, there was a different small golden word.
These three people are Jian Yi, Jian Er and Jian San, three powerful men in the perfection stage. The small words on their chests represent the code names of their identities.
"Jian San, go and make him shut up. No, just slap him in the mouth." Wutan said calmly.
"Yes!" Jian San bowed, then turned around, stared coldly at the Third Reverend, and shouted coldly: "You are guilty of treason, you deserve to be executed!"
“Clang!”
Along with an extremely piercing metallic sound, a dazzling sword light flashed across, tearing the void apart. The golden hand was as fragile as a dead tree and was directly chopped into nothingness. Then, it angrily slashed towards the three venerables!
"A strong man in the perfection period!" The third venerable exclaimed, but his movements were not slow at all. With a wave of his hand, the power of gold gushed out, and a golden shield condensed in an instant, as if it was made of gold, shining with an extremely hard texture.
However, under the dazzling sword light, everything was as useless as it could be. The shield shattered, and with a puff, the sword light fell on the chest of the three venerables. A huge bloody crack spread out, and blood gushed out like a spring!
"boom!"
The three venerables seemed to be half-kneeling on the ground powerlessly, supporting themselves with their arms, their faces pale and bloodless, staring at Wutan on the throne with gloomy and cruel eyes.
With just one move, he was seriously injured. Jian San retracted his sword and clapped his hands, as if he had done something extremely easy. Then he took a step forward, came to the side of the Third Venerable, swung his big hand, and slapped him in the face.
With a loud bang, the three venerables spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and several blood-stained teeth, as if with a thousand pounds of force, shot into several stone pillars on the side with sparks flying.
"To dare to offend the legion commander is an unforgivable crime!" Jian San had a blank expression on his face and slapped him again.
"The legion commander is the master of a branch of Shura Palace and has an extraordinary status. How dare you, a mere venerable, yell at him? Tell me, should you be beaten?" Jian San was merciless and slapped him, knocking out a few teeth.
"You are guilty of treason and should be executed, but the commander is kind and merciful, so he spared your life. Why don't you thank him quickly..."
Jian San had a cold expression on his face as he blurted out charges one after another. No one knew how he counted them, but in the end he counted more than fifty charges against the Three Venerables. The Three Venerables also received more than fifty powerful slaps in the face.
As a result, his originally handsome face swelled up into a big pig's head, with not a single tooth left in his mouth. The big stone pillars next to him were pitiful, with many large and small holes on them, like a sieve.
"Are you convinced?" Jian San shouted, raising his hand and preparing to swing down again.
"I'm convinced. I'm really convinced. Please stop hitting me." Seeing this, the Third Venerable finally put aside his face and dignity and begged for mercy.
With a few whooshes, seven figures appeared one after another and landed in the hall. When they saw the appearance of the three venerables, they all frowned and said in a deep voice: "Third brother, what's wrong with you?"
"What's going on? Can't you see for yourself?" The third venerable roared, as if something was blocking his throat. Although he was roaring, his voice was extremely weak and hoarse.
Looking at Jian San who raised his hand, and then looking at Wutan who sat expressionless on the throne of the Palace Master, the seven great venerables suddenly realized something and their faces immediately darkened. They were about to shout coldly, but Wutan spoke first.
As soon as he had the idea, he summoned the two ghost girls and ordered them, "They will not behave unless they are beaten. Make them all shut up."
"Yes, sir!" Jian Yi and the other three took the order, and a terrifying aura burst out. Together with Jian San, they launched a brutal bombardment at the seven great masters!
At first, the seven people were still fighting desperately, but Jian Yi and the other five were all powerful warriors in the Perfection Stage, with terrifying combat power. In addition, they did not dare to use their full strength for fear of destroying the Palace Master's Hall. But Jian Yi and the others were different. They didn't care what kind of hall it was. Since the Legion Commander had given the order, they just followed it.
So, in a short while, all seven of them were beaten to the ground, gasping for breath, and their cries of pain filled the entire place.
Seeing this, Wu Tian shook his head and said calmly: "Slap me in the face, don't stop without my order."
"Frog loves slapping people in the face the most. Everyone, move away and let me do it."
"Yes, as the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face. If you are going to hit someone, you have to hit him hard and do it in a fancy way."
The little guy and the Insect King laughed, and before Jian Yi and the other four could make a move, they turned into two streams of light, and without saying a word, swung their little paws and sharp claws and started attacking.
“You are so awesome, but don’t you know that Wutan has my protection? If you make me angry, I will bring tens of thousands of my brothers to eat you alive.” The Insect King began to show off. His twenty sharp claws were like vines, lashing on the faces of the three people, leaving bloodstains that were extremely eye-catching.
"They are all quite old now, and they are several thousand years old in total. Why are they still so naughty? Is it true that the saying goes, 'If you don't beat them, they will become useless'? I'll beat them!" The little guy said with a look of disappointment, but his movements were not slow at all. In an instant, he swung his claws and attacked all the seven great venerables.
"Boss Frog, you've crossed the line!" The Insect King roared, waving his sharp claws wildly, covering all seven people. In an instant, the seven people's faces were slapped more than a dozen times.
"Fuck, you're just asking for trouble by competing with Mr. Frog in speed."
The little fellow's figure flashed again and again, and in the end he even used some magical powers. His figure could not be seen at all, and all that could be heard was loud clapping sounds, like firecrackers.
"Boss Frog, you are so shameless that you actually used your magical powers."
"How about you bite Mr. Frog's butt? Or you change into a fighting form too! Let's see who is faster."
"Change if you want, I will transform, fight, fight, fight..."
The two little guys were very happy, jumping up and down, shooting arrows left and right, but the seven great venerables felt extremely aggrieved. Normally, each of them was a dominant force and feared by everyone, but at this moment, they were being wantonly scratched and slapped by the two little beasts, and they were also being lectured like respected seniors.
"The methods used by the Lord of Wutian Palace are truly shocking!"
Dozens of guards outside the hall heard the screams and wails, as well as the crisp sounds of slaps, and looked at each other in bewilderment. Their hearts were like surging waves that could not be calmed for a long time.
As the guards here, they are very clear about the status and prestige of the several great venerables. Just a glance from them can make countless people dare not breathe. What they say is equivalent to God's will, and no one dares to disobey.
However, he would have never expected that in front of the Lord of Wutan Palace, such a high and mighty figure was like a tiny insect, unable to cause even the slightest wave.
"what happened?"
Ninety-nine elders arrived one after another, but when they heard the screams coming from the palace master's hall in the distance, they all bypassed the gate, avoided Wujitian's sight, and quietly came to the side of the guards, with looks of surprise and doubt on their faces.
"Greetings, elders." The guards bowed hurriedly.
"Come on, tell me what happened in there?" An elderly man waved his hand impatiently and asked anxiously.
When the elders learned what had happened inside from the guards, their faces changed drastically, with shock and disbelief in their eyes.
When the Yan Sect and the Huoyun Sect were destroyed, most of the people here had seen Wutan. At that time, Wutan was no more than an ant in their eyes and could be crushed to death with a wave of the hand.
However, at this moment, the young boy who was looked down upon back then has grown to this point. Not only has he become the lord of a branch of the Shura Palace, he even dares to slap several great masters in the face.
No, it’s not a question of daring or not, but being reckless and arbitrary. No one can stop it, and no one dares to stop it.
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