Tang Hepu had been killed by Leng Shiqi in a short period of time. Even after using his trump card, he was still killed. This scene naturally fell into the eyes of all the cultivators who had come to participate in the discussion.
Originally, they thought that the Blood Cloth Pavilion would not make a move against the Tang family. However, not only did they make a move, but the Tang family's direct descendant, Tang Hepu, had also been killed!
Some people in the crowd also recognized the figure that had appeared. It was the current head of the Tang family, Tang Haokuang, an expert at the Unity of Heaven Realm!
No one knew what method Tang Haokuang had used to attach a portion of his spirit force to the jade pendant. The power of his two fingers was comparable to the strongest attack of an early stage Spirit Pulse Realm cultivator.
Even so, Tang Hepu had still been killed by a black-clothed assassin!
This caused everyone to be stunned.
If it had been the Blood Cloth Assassin who had killed Tang Hepu, it would have been fine, but it was only a black-clothed assassin at the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Moreover, in terms of cultivation, the black-clothed assassin and Tang Hepu were both at the seventh layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm, but the difference in their combat strength was like heaven and earth!
In addition, the black-clothed assassin's spirit techniques were more exquisite than the last. Not only was he proficient in sword techniques, blade techniques, and ghost claws, but he was also proficient in hidden weapons. He had even cultivated spirit techniques!
This was not what shocked them the most. What shocked them the most was that the black-clothed assassin had actually dared to kill Tang Hepu!
Moreover, he had used such a cruel method to leave him without a complete corpse!
There were many people here who could kill Tang Hepu, but even if Tang Hepu was standing there with his head held high, they wouldn't dare to kill him. This was because Tang Hepu was a direct descendant of the Tang family!
This was the deterrence of identity.
"Who is this black-clothed assassin? He actually dared to kill Tang Hepu."
"Is this a disciple raised by a top force?
Too powerful! "
"This child will definitely be someone special in the future."
"Hehe, a direct descendant of the Tang family died at the hands of the Blood Cloth Pavilion. This will be a good show to watch."
"It should be said that he died at the hands of the Blood Cloth Pavilion again."
"Hmph, the Tang family has become more and more powerful in recent years. They deserve it."
"That's right. The Tang Clan has lost two good seedlings in a row. I'm afraid they won't be able to replace the yellow."
While everyone was discussing in low voices, Tang Wanqiu naturally saw the tragic deaths of Tang and Pu. Her heart immediately sank to the bottom.
She was the main person in charge of this trip, so she naturally had to bear the responsibility.
Now that Tang Hepu was dead, even if she escaped back home, she would have to face severe punishment from her family.
Bing Shang threw out a few punches, and each punch carried a bone-piercing chill. Tang Wanqiu made a strange movement.
She placed her spiritual sword horizontally in front of her chest, and then actually shattered her own spiritual sword!
Immediately after, the fragments of the spirit sword fell down like rain, shattering Icy Death's fist shadow and continuing to shoot forward without losing any momentum.
Bing Shang clasped her hands together and a large amount of cold air condensed into an ice shield in front of her to block the spirit sword fragments.
However, Tang Wanqiu took advantage of this time to emit a faint layer of blood aura all over her body. Her speed soared as she flipped over the wall of the Golden Wing Academy to escape.
Bing Shang didn't seem to be good at speed. After hesitating for a moment, she didn't chase after her.
At this time, Leng Shiqi had also killed the last Tang Clan disciple and collected all their heads.
These were all merits and resources!
Bing Shang walked to Leng Shiqi and asked, "You also cultivate cold air?"
Leng Shiqi didn't deny it and nodded. Naturally, he couldn't escape Bing Shang's eyes when he used Ice Spread.
"Let's spar when we have time." After Bing Shang finished speaking, she directly rushed to another Spiritual Pulse Realm cultivator of the Golden Wing Academy.
Leng Shiqi secretly raised his eyebrows. He had never come into contact with Bing Shang, but from these two sentences, she seemed to be a cultivation maniac.
Next, he looked around. At this time, almost all the low-level disciples of the Golden Wing Academy were dead, and cold corpses could be seen everywhere.
In the Spiritual Pulse Realm, there were only three people left in the academy who were struggling to hold on, but it seemed that it wouldn't take long for them to become corpses.
As for He Liangcai, because he used his trump card, he firmly suppressed Du Ya. However, Du Ya was extremely slippery and didn't fight with He Liangcai head-on at all. He only suffered a small injury.
However, several blood-clothed assassins rushed over to help. He Liangcai's road to defeat was doomed.
Leng Shiqi suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Because he couldn't intervene in the battle of the four realms of Heaven, and the low-level disciples of the Golden Wing Academy were all dead. He didn't know what to do.
He looked at the other black-clothed assassins who had gathered and surrounded He Liangcai and Duan Zhiming. However, they didn't dare to go forward, just to prevent the two from escaping.
Leng Shiqi also walked over and then looked at the battle outside the academy gate.
It was the battle between Feng Shamo and the Old Man of Mountain of Books!
The two of them had already destroyed the magnificent gate of the Golden Wing Academy. Feng Shamo's blade power was sharp, and the Old Man of Mountain of Books' attack was majestic.
No one dared to approach the place where the two of them were fighting.
Leng Shiqi quietly opened his Supercilious Eyes. He wanted to observe the battle of the masters of Gang Spirit Realm more clearly.
The battle between Feng Shamo and the Old Man of Mountain of Books seemed to be evenly matched. However, the more it was so, the more uncomfortable the Old Man of Books felt. He had a feeling that his decades of cultivation were in vain.
Gradually, his heart was filled with all kinds of complicated emotions, which finally turned into hatred!
He hated!
He hated those high and mighty spirit cultivation sects. He hated those geniuses who had low cultivation but were arrogant because of their noble status.
He hated that Feng Shamo, who was not half as old as him and whose cultivation was not as good as his, could be evenly matched with him!
When he saw that the disciples of the Golden Wing Academy were basically slaughtered and his good friend He Liangcai almost died, he hated Feng Shamo and the Blood-clothed Pavilion even more.
"Ah!!"
The Old Man of Books' face unconsciously became a little ferocious, and a very thin black gas appeared between his eyebrows.
Seeing this, Feng Shamo gave a strange smile. Then, he waved his saber casually. There was no terrifying saber light or surging saber aura. It was just a very ordinary saber.
However, when this extremely ordinary saber came, a surge of hatred suddenly burst out, which instantly aroused the hatred of the Old Man of Books.
The two waves of hatred mixed together, which instantly covered the Old Man of Books' eyes with a layer of black fog. He stood there in a daze, letting Feng Shamo chop off his head!
The Old Man of Books Li Jianyuan, who was at the third level of Gang Spirit Realm, was killed by Feng Shamo!
Thousands of onlookers exclaimed one after another. When Feng Shamo walked in with the Old Man of Books' head, the crowd quickly quieted down.
When He Liangcai saw this scene, his mentality collapsed instantly. He lost his mind, and Du Ya would not let go of this opportunity.
His whole body turned into a black line and pierced through He Liangcai's heart, directly penetrating a fist-sized bloody hole!
At the same time, the Elder of the Library Duan Zhiming was also killed by the other Blood-clothed Assassins.
At this point, the Golden Wing Academy was completely annihilated!
Then, Feng Shamo waved his hand, and a group of Assassins quickly plundered all kinds of resources of the Golden Wing Academy. Then, they retreated like a tide, leaving the crowd still in a daze.
The Golden Wing Academy was gone just like that?