The slapping and wailing sounds in the hall made the ninety-nine elders feel cold, and they dared not go in even though they were standing outside.
"Great Elder, why don't we come back later! The Lord of Wutan Palace is very angry now. If we go in, we will end up like the other great masters." An elder whispered.
“Do you think that with the strength of the Lord of Wutan Palace, he would not know that we are here? If we dare to leave now, we might end up in a worse situation than the Three Venerables.” The Great Elder rolled his eyes and looked at the person who was speaking as if he was an idiot.
"I'll give you three breaths of time. If you don't come in yet, you will bear the consequences yourself." Sure enough, before the great elder finished speaking, a calm and indifferent voice sounded in the hall.
Hearing this, it didn't take three breaths. In just one breath, the ninety-nine elders appeared in the hall. When they saw the miserable state of the eight great venerables, they couldn't help but shiver and sweat. They knelt on one knee and said respectfully: "Greetings to the Lord of Wutian Palace!"
Wutan did not respond, nor did he call on the little guy and the Insect King to stop. He leaned on the throne, glanced at the group of people below, and remained silent.
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely solemn. Everyone was feeling insecure. The ninety-nine elders did not dare to stand up without Wujitian's order. They just knelt on the ground, not daring to say a word. Gradually, they could not help but sweat profusely.
"Wutian, you've had enough of this!"
An unknown amount of time had passed, several venerables were almost knocked unconscious, and the legs of all the elders were numb from kneeling, before a voice was heard. Upon hearing this voice, all the elders were extremely surprised and turned around to see who had the guts to call the branch hall master by his real name
But the several great venerables were different. They opened their blood-blurred eyes as if they had seen life-saving messages, raised their heads and looked outside the hall, hope finally rising in their eyes.
"It's finally here." Just at this moment, a hint of color finally appeared in Wutan's eyes.
Under the gaze of everyone, an old man in green clothes stepped into the void. He had a childlike face and white hair, and was vigorous. There was no sign of old age at all, and no aura could be detected from his body. However, he was like a dazzling star that had descended, and could not be ignored.
"Master Duan, please save us quickly." The Third Venerable called out weakly.
"Master Duan? When has such a person appeared in Shura Palace? Even the three venerables respect him so much?" The elders were suspicious.
“Could it be…could it be Duan Qijun, one of the twelve great venerables of the previous generation, Master Duan?” the great elder exclaimed.
"What? The twelve great masters of the previous generation are still alive?!"
"Didn't the rumor say that the twelve great venerables passed away several years ago?"
"To be respected by the three venerables, this person must be Duan Qijun, Master Duan."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked. Everyone looked at the old man in green, and their eyes immediately became different, full of awe.
According to legend, thousands of years ago, an elder from a second-rate sect killed a disciple of Shura Palace. This was originally a very small matter, but in the end, Duan Qijun went to the sect alone and slaughtered thousands of people in the sect by himself before leaving.
Therefore, his protective personality spread at a rapid speed. From then on, no one dared to kill disciples of Shura Palace without reason. Even sects like Tianyang Sect were somewhat afraid of this person.
"It is said that the Third Venerable was deeply loved by Elder Duan when he was young. After being beaten like this by Wu Tian this time, I am sure he will not give up. There will definitely be a fight next. I want to see how Wu Tian will take it."
"Old Duan is at least a senior of Shura Palace. No matter how bold Wu Tian is, he won't dare to continue to act lawless and recklessly!"
This is everyone’s inner voice, but they naturally dare not say such words out loud. The miserable appearance of the Three Venerables and others now is a lesson for them!
"After so much nonsense, you should be content!"
The old man in green looked at Wutan, his tone was very calm, but one could vaguely hear a hint of anger in him. Then he stretched out his arm and pointed in the air. A khaki divine rainbow pierced through the void and rushed towards the little guy and the Insect King!
"I'll leave Jianyi to you." The little fellow chuckled, ignoring the divine rainbow behind him, and looked at the Insect King and instructed: "Little insects, beat up the frog master as hard as you can. It's best to beat them so hard that even their mothers can't recognize them."
“Pah, pah, pah!”
That joy made the elders kneeling on the ground look extremely strange. They thought that with the arrival of Elder Duan, the two little beasts would calm down, but they became more and more excited, their movements became more and more agile, and their strength became stronger and stronger. They did not take Elder Duan seriously at all.
"You are only at the Perfection stage, yet you dare to attack Brother Frog and Brother Bug? Are you tired of living? Brothers and sisters, fight!"
Jian Yi's face was indifferent. He swung his hand violently, and the five powerful men in the perfection stage attacked together. For a moment, the power of darkness surged, and the sword light rushed into the sky. Pieces of void were torn apart in an instant, whistling towards the khaki divine rainbow!
Seeing this, the faces of the elders around changed drastically. They wanted to retreat but were afraid of being punished by the hall master. If they didn't retreat, they would surely get hurt. Just as they closed their eyes and prepared to bear the aftermath, they suddenly heard a calm voice.
"You all back off."
Hearing these words, everyone felt as if an angel had descended upon them. Happiness came so suddenly that they did not dare to hesitate at all and stepped aside one after another, making room for the battlefield for the few people.
"boom!"
The two collided with a loud bang that shook the earth. The elders felt dizzy and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths. Even the main hall of the palace began to tremble violently. However, when a mysterious force surged, it soon subsided!
It goes without saying that it was the Great Venerable who acted in secret.
"What? Mr. Duan was actually pushed back ten steps!" Everyone stared ahead, their eyes filled with horror.
In a flash, the winner was revealed. Duan Qijun was knocked back so hard that blood kept oozing from the corners of his mouth. Although Jian Yi and the other four did not move a step, the same thing happened, with a trace of blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.
"An old monster who has been famous for thousands of years has a different strength." Wutan was shocked. Jian Yi and the other four were all powerful men in the perfection period, but they were defeated by Duan Qijun who was in the same realm!
That's right, in Wutan's eyes, such an outcome was considered a defeat, and a complete defeat at that. After all, Jian Yi was a team of five people, while Duan Qijun was only one person. According to his estimation, this person's true combat power was already comparable to Ru Fengren.
"If it's a one-on-one fight, none of Jian Yi and his men can match Duan Qijun. It seems that there are also differences in strength among practitioners of the same realm. But now is not the time to talk about morality. We have more people, so we have the truth!"
Wu Tian sneered in his heart, looking down at Duan Qijun expressionlessly, and said, "Seeing that this Palace Master not only refused to bow, but also showed off in front of me, Jian Yi, Gui Mei, you all activate the holy soldiers and suppress him for me!"
As he spoke, the god's left and right hands fell off Wutan's hands and flew towards the sword. After obtaining the holy weapons, the imbalance in the five people's hearts disappeared immediately. Their eyes gleamed as they stared at Duan Qijun. The power of elements surged, and waves of holy power rolled around like waves!
After hearing these words and seeing this scene, the elders were shocked but also felt complicated, because they found that they had underestimated the courage and determination of the branch hall master. Not only did he not restrain himself in the slightest, he even made arrogant statements that he would suppress the seniors of Shura Hall.
From this we can see that the rumors during this period are not false.
Just imagine, how could a person who dared to destroy the Great Confucian Dynasty and fought to the death with Ru Fengren, who had the cultivation level of half a step to the unparalleled stage, a person who dared to break into the Gutuo Temple alone and finally leave safely, be afraid of a former predecessor of the Shura Palace
Moreover, his background was enough to change the color of any top sect. They believed that no one could stop Wu Tian's rise. If nothing unexpected happened, within a few hundred years, he would become a legendary figure.
Looking at the holy soldiers who were constantly reviving, Duan Qijun frowned, turned his gaze, looked at Wu Tian, and said calmly: "Do you know what you are doing? If you don't tell them to stop immediately, your position as the sub-palace master will be over."
When he first came, seeing some of his most beloved offspring being beaten so badly, Duan could not help but feel angry, and then he was wounded by a sword or five, almost to the point of being incomprehensible.
Thousands of years ago, he was a powerful man who dominated the area, but thousands of years later, he was injured by a few juniors. For Duan Qijun, this was a great shame and humiliation.
And at this moment, this green boy actually wanted to worship him and use the holy soldiers to suppress him. This could no longer be described as shameful.
"You want to remove me from the position of branch hall master?" Wutan was surprised.
"I have been active for thousands of years. Although I have retired now, my prestige is still there. It can be said that the twelve great masters today must obey my orders. It is not difficult to dismiss a small master of a branch hall like you." Duan Qijun said lightly.
"Really?" Wutan raised the corner of his mouth with a hint of teasing.
"Of course, if you want to keep your position as the master of the branch hall today, you should tell them to stop, present the holy weapon to me with both hands, kowtow to me three times and nine times, apologize, and then we will let this matter go."
"You also want the Holy Soldiers, then do you also want the Shura Legion and the Dark Legion in my hands, as well as the nine spiritual veins?" Upon hearing this, Wutan couldn't help but want to laugh, but his tone turned cold. Jian Yi and the other four knew that this was a sign that the legion commander was going to kill, so the speed of reviving the Holy Soldiers suddenly increased a lot.
Duan Qijun saw all of this, but he didn't care. He said as a matter of course: "Since you are a member of Shura Palace, you should make contributions. This is also your responsibility. If you keep those treasures, it will only benefit one person, but if you hand them over to Shura Palace, it will benefit everyone."
"Oh! I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen someone so shameless. The little emperor risked his life to get these treasures, and you, an old immortal, are still asking him to hand them over in a high-sounding manner. May I ask who you think you are? May I ask again, what kind of help did your Shura Palace give to the little emperor? May I ask again, where were you, an old dog, when the little emperor was in trouble? Let me ask you again, what were you old dogs doing when the Palace Master took over his body? Since you have nothing, how dare you be so angry here?"
The little guy was not a good person to begin with. When he heard Duan Qijun say such shameless words, the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano, rising wildly.
Every time he spoke a word, he would slap several great respects in the face, and he was using all his strength. Even the three respectables who had surrendered before could not escape. Blood splattered, and after a few words, several people were knocked unconscious!
(End of this chapter)