"Big Brother, spare me!
I was wrong just now. I'm guilty! "
Young Master Kang Cheng was truly terrified this time. He immediately began to cry and beg for mercy.
"You're still wrong?
How could you people from the high and mighty Great Sects be guilty?
That's not possible, right?
If we were as weak as the others, wouldn't we have already died tragically under your sword? We wouldn't even have the chance to wait for you two elders to make a move, right? "
"Now that you see that you're no match for me, you immediately become good brothers?"
"So all the advantages in the world have been taken by you, while the others are fools who should be casually slaughtered by you like cattle and sheep?"
"Today, I'd like to see how you feel when you're treated like ants and casually crushed by me!"
Jin Bao's words resonated with all the people from the 32 sects.
They were cattle and sheep who lived in fear every day. None of them knew what their fate would be!
Because their fates were always in the hands of the three great sword sects.
No matter how busy they were, they wouldn't forget about these small sects.
It was as if teasing these people from small sects in their free time was their greatest joy.
What a pleasant life!
Young Master Kang Cheng and the others blushed when they heard this.
However, they spoke with conviction in their hearts.
With different statuses, the angle and height from which they looked at problems were also different. They weren't on the same level, so how could they have the same way of thinking?
Cattle and horses would always be cattle and horses. They would never become dragons!
Jin Bao cast a glance at their conduct. It was obvious that he didn't care at all.
Just now, he had lamented and said a few more words. It was obviously unnecessary.
Saying this to them was undoubtedly playing the lute to a cow.
Forget it!
This dragon will send them to reunite with their two elders!
He waved his wrist.
Kang Cheng's body flew back to his fellow disciples' side with a whoosh.
Then, he waved his claw again!
Boom!
A huge dragon claw suddenly appeared in the sky.
It instantly clawed at Kang Cheng and the others.
"Stop!"
Just as Young Master Kang Cheng and the others were in despair, a deep voice rolled over.
Before the voice had finished, a figure had arrived.
The newcomer was dressed in a gray robe. He had three strands of white beard and a ruddy complexion.
He looked to be in his fifties or sixties.
"Little Friend, stop!
Please listen to this old man.
I'm not a member of the three great sword sects, and I'm not a busybody.
I just want to tell you that if Mi Zhen kills the young people of Purple Sword Pavilion, then all the second and third rate sword sects in the south will be in a terrible situation!
The people of Purple Sword Pavilion will really kill them. "
"Tell me, what would you think if they all died because of this?"
At this point, the white-bearded old man stopped.
"This …"
Jin Bao hesitated.
He didn't care about the life and death of these people, but he wanted to know what his boss thought.
After all, Boss was a human and had a benevolent heart.
He looked at Zhang Xing.
"Oh?
Thank you for your reminder, Senior.
But if they really want to do something like Zhu Lian, then I'll make the three sword sects disappear from this world. "
Zhang Xing smiled faintly.
He narrowed his eyes and began to size up Zhang Xing.
So he was the one who could make the decision!
It was really strange. Small Eyes was so young, but his cultivation was ridiculously powerful. Even he couldn't tell.
But he didn't expect that he would have to listen to that young man with ordinary cultivation.
"Little Brother, don't be impulsive. Even if you have the strength to destroy the three great sword sects, there are more powerful forces behind them. Can you destroy them all?"
The old man continued to persuade.