"You heretics won't have a good death. Our Feng Clan has countless experts, someone will teach you a painful lesson!" Another girl from the Feng Clan angrily shouted.
She was Feng Qingyu's younger sister and the third daughter of the Feng Clan. Her name was Feng Qinglan, around fourteen or fifteen years old with a delicate and elegant appearance.
Last night, she had just returned from studying at the academy and didn't get off the carriage before two cultivators from the Senluo Temple captured her and brought her here.
"Your Feng Clan can only dominate the Grand Southern Prefecture. You're only a pile of trash before our Seventh Hall." A heretical disciple sneered with disdain.
Suddenly, Thunder came from the Jin River. A middle-aged man around the age of fifty stepped on the water. He had a melancholy expression on his face. His eyes were definitely not something a fifty-year-old man should have.
The disciples from the Seventh Hall were alarmed by his aura and stared at him in unison.
"It's the eighth elder, we're saved!"
A few young ladies from the Feng Clan were moved to tears. They finally saw hope. The eighth elder was terrifyingly strong and had cultivated for more than a hundred years. He had a very high status in the Feng Clan.
Feng Qingyu, who was lying on the ground, slightly lifted her head and said: "Our top expert is here. You heretics won't be able to escape this calamity."
Xue Yi sneered and summoned two beast souls. They carried a spear and soared to the sky before speaking with a cold aura: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man immediately stopped and stood on the water. He smiled and said: "The eighth elder of the Feng Clan, Feng Weiting."
"The elders of the Feng Clan are only paper tigers. Our Boss Sen Lin killed the sixth elder of the Feng Clan and fed his head to the dogs.
Let me deal with this eighth elder. "
A skinny heretical disciple jumped down from the Celestial Gate. His body flew across the water like a shuttle towards Feng Weiting.
Feng Weiting stood on the surface of the water and lightly stepped on the surface of the water. A ripple vibrated outwards. The ripples grew stronger and stronger, causing the surface of the lake to turn upside down.
"Pu!"
The Seventh Hall's disciple's legs were broken by an invisible shockwave. A bloody mist exploded from his lower body while the upper half of his body sank to the bottom of the lake.
"Your Seventh Hall is too much. Do you really think my Feng Clan is so easy to bully?"
Eighth Elder Feng Weiting tapped the air with his finger. Immediately, twelve strands of spirit energy flew out from his fingertip and surged through the lake, wanting to shatter the heretical warship.
Xue Yi grinned and pushed out a palm with both hands. Two surging Mutated Beast Fighting Souls flew out from his palms. The Soul Beasts bared their fangs and brandished their claws. They let out earth-shattering roars and shattered the Eighth Elder's twelve streams of Spiritual Qi.
Two strange beast souls surged on the surface of the lake, bringing up two large white waves.
The eighth elder became very serious. These heretical disciples were indeed powerful. They were only in their twenties, but they were already comparable to his hundred years of cultivation.
He lowered his legs into a horse stance and pointed forward. A gust of wind formed at the tip of his finger. This was the ultimate technique of the Feng Clan, the Grand Gale Art.
A gust of wind swept across the surface of the water, causing the current of the Jin River to almost stop flowing.
"Boom!"
The two beast souls were blown away. The eighth elder also had to take seven steps back. His blood energy churned inside his body while the bones in his fingers were in great pain.
Sen Lin smiled and said: "Xue Yi, your cultivation has regressed. You can't even take care of a character like this. Do you want me to help you?"
Xue Yi snorted and sneered: "No matter what, he is still a senior from the Feng Clan. If I beat him down with just one move, I wouldn't be giving him any face."
"Boom!"
Xue Yi's expression darkened. He raised his spear and directly rushed forward. His battle aura surged as the spear pierced through the air like a soaring dragon. In the blink of an eye, it appeared at the eighth elder's chest.
The eighth elder's complexion suddenly changed. How could his speed be so fast? He once again used the 'Great Gale Technique', but it was easily broken. A bloody hole appeared on his chest as a result of the spear's attack.
"Pluff!"
The eighth elder spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was invaded by a gray evil energy and couldn't move at all. His internal organs felt as if they were being roasted in a bonfire. It was hot and painful at the same time.
"Boom!"
Xue Yi grinned. He grabbed the Eighth Elder's crown and threw him out. The Eighth Elder landed on the warship in a sorry state.
He flew back to the warship from the Jin River and stomped on the eighth elder's back. The elder felt extremely humiliated. He was actually defeated by a junior and was even stomped on.
He struggled to get up but Xue Yi stomped on him again. His back was covered in blood.
"So these are the top experts of your Feng Clan, unable to withstand a single blow." Xue Yi sneered and glanced at the girls.
Feng Qingyu, Feng Qinglan, and the other girls from the Feng Clan were crying in despair. They lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at the naked eyes of the disciples from the Senluo Temple. Even a great character like the eighth elder had been defeated by these devils. Who else could be their match?
To these young ladies of the Feng Clan, the Eighth Elder was already a god-like character. Even their father and grandfather had to be respectful towards him, but now, he was being trampled by an evil being. This caused their worldview to crumble in an instant.
"Haha, little girl, I already told you that the Feng experts are just a bunch of chickens and dogs before our Seventh Hall."
Sen Lin crouched down and grabbed Feng Qingyu's delicate face. He pinched it until she cried in pain. The more it was like this, the more excited Sen Lin became. He said, "Today, I will turn you from a young girl into a woman in front of your eighth elder."
All the disciples from the Senluo Temple burst out in laughter. The remaining disciples from the Seventh Hall glanced at the girls with a perverted grin. They were ready to make a move.
The winner was king while the loser was a bandit.
If a cultivation clan wasn't strong enough, it was destined to be bullied by others. Its wealth would be robbed while its disciples would become lowly slaves …
This was the law of the jungle. Only by becoming stronger could one not be bullied and humiliated by others. Only then could one bully others.
"Rip!"
The sound of clothes being torn, the cries of the young girls from the Feng Clan, and the screams and helplessness mixed together to form a sad song.
They were the daughters of a noble family, but now, they had become tools for others to vent their lust.
"You bastards …" The eighth elder was enraged and unleashed another palm strike on the warship. He struggled to get up, but Xue Yi stomped him down again, causing him to vomit blood.
He let out an unwilling cry and closed his eyes, not wanting to see this scene. However, two disciples from the Senluo Temple opened his eyes so he had no choice but to watch.
Xue Yi smiled and said: "Today, I'll let you watch the girls from the Feng Clan being tortured by our Seventh Hall. I'm sure they will enjoy it very much. It will be quite a scene."
The eighth elder's hands were tightly clasped together and couldn't move. His entire body was trembling. His eyes were opened as he stared at the young girl from the Feng Clan being torn apart. She was trying to escape, but she couldn't. In the end, she was held down by a few burly men and pressed down on the ground …
"Cough, cough!" A coughing sound came from outside the Heavenly Gate.
It was a sickly voice. Even though it was very low, it still reached the ears of all the disciples from the Seventh Hall.
A young man dressed in cotton clothes and wearing a bamboo hat slowly walked over from the shore. His feet were filled with spirit marks as he floated on the surface of the water. He held a wooden stick in his hand, and every few steps he took, he would bend over and cough a few times.
His complexion was frighteningly pale. It was clear that he was terminally ill.
"Where did this sickly person come from? Scram, is this a place you should be?"
These disciples from the Seventh Hall were in high spirits and had stripped the two girls down to their underwear. However, they had to stop for now. It was fine to play with women, but the prerequisite was to ensure the safety of the Heaven Gate. There couldn't be any mistakes.
Even though these heretical disciples were rampant and evil, they were still cautious and didn't want to be careless.
The coughing youth walked into the Heavenly Gate one step at a time. He stood below the bronze gate and stared at the scene before him before stopping.
He tiredly leaned against the gate and slightly lifted his bamboo hat, revealing half of his sickly face: "So it's people from the Seventh Hall. Let them go!
I can spare your lives. "
His voice was quite hoarse.
The disciples from the Seventh Hall were slightly taken aback before bursting out in laughter. One of them, who was around eight feet tall, said: "This brat is really sick, he's starting to spout nonsense."
He carried a ten thousand pound truncheon and walked towards the sickly youth. He swung the truncheon down and a green glow erupted from the truncheon.
"Boom!"
The truncheon was directly broken into two halves.
The man's body was also split into two and flew out. The two halves were separated by more than ten meters with blood still dripping from the wound.
All the disciples from the Seventh Hall were startled. They took out their weapons and surrounded him.
Sen Lin stood at the front and said: "Looks like the real experts from the Feng are here."
"Wrong, I'm not from the Feng."
This sickly youth slowly took off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing a handsome but pale face. He said: "I have already been expelled from the Feng Clan."
Sen Lin instinctively retreated three meters after seeing this youth's appearance. He had a frightened expression as he cried out: "The demon's son is here!"