Chapter 768 - 768 768 Pang Qingfeng Makes Another Move

Chapter 768: Chapter 768: Pang Qingfeng Makes Another Move Chapter 768: Chapter 768: Pang Qingfeng Makes Another Move Where there are orders carried out, there are those who issue orders.

The massacre of the people in Qingyang Town was ordered by none other than Su Li!

“Su Li, I wasn’t wrong, was I!” Feng Wuchen said coldly, his icy and frightening killing intent already locking onto Su Li.

“You brat! How dare you trick the Sect!” Su Li gnashed his teeth, his face twisting ferociously.

How could Su Li not know the little tricks of Feng Wuchen?

Feng Wuchen wasn’t certain it was the Xuan Ying Sect that massacred Qingyang Town, but with just a little trick, he managed to drag out the true culprit.

The cultivators who had followed Feng Wuchen understood everything at this moment.

All of this was a trap set by Feng Wuchen, just waiting for that high-level official to jump right in.

“Su Li, I spared you guys yesterday out of respect for your elder brother, but today the evidence is conclusive, and even if your brother comes, he can’t save you!” Feng Wuchen declared fiercely, recalling the tragic deaths of the people of Qingyang Town, his rage uncontrollably bursting forth.

Spared you guys?

The disciples of the Xuan Ying Sect were deeply shocked—it was due to Su Li’s elder brother that they were able to escape unharmed!

The terrifying strength of Feng Wuchen once again exceeded everyone’s imagination.

“One reaps what one sows!” Liu Qingyang said viciously.

“Hall Master! Stop wasting words with him! Kill him!” Bai Mie shouted angrily, wishing he could personally tear Su Li to pieces.

“Su Li! Prepare to die!”

Feng Wuchen suddenly roared with anger, his towering killing intent and overwhelming might deeply shaking the Xuan Ying Sect!

“Boom!”

With a stomp on the ground, Feng Wuchen made a booming sound, blasting a hole in the plaza as debris flew. He had already turned into a black bolt of lightning rushing forward, unstoppable with his fierce attacks.

Feeling the towering killing intent and momentum of Feng Wuchen, Su Li panicked, devoid of all courage. His injuries had only recovered by thirty percent, and he was no match for Feng Wuchen.

Even at his peak, he was no match for Feng Wuchen.

“Elder brother! Elder brother!” Su Li cried out in panic.

“Sect Master, be careful!” The First Elder marshalled all his True Yuan, summoned his magical treasure, and flashed in front of Su Li to guard him.

The formidable power of the Tianji Realm Eightfold was fully unleashed.

“Old fool! This has nothing to do with you! If you dare to stop me, you die!” Feng Wuchen shouted coldly, his determination to kill Su Li unwavering.

“How can Xuan Ying Sect stand in the Northern Profound Domain if a Sect Master is killed by your hands?” The First Elder did not back down, resolutely facing off against Feng Wuchen.

“How recklessly ignorant!” Feng Wuchen said viciously, his figure instantly arriving, hurling a palm strike at the First Elder.

“Profound Grade high-tier martial technique! Qingxuan Tiangang!”

“True Yuan Protective Body!”

The First Elder executed a defensive martial technique, gathering an energy shield for double protection. Combined with the Eightfold Tianji Realm strength, his defense reached a terrifying level.

“Boom!”

“Crack!”

“Spurt!”

Feng Wuchen’s palm strike hit, and the domineering and horrifying power instantly shattered the First Elder’s double-layered energy defense, forcing the Elder to spit out blood as he flew back, no match for the strike.

“What kind of power is this?” The First Elder was shocked to his core; had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe a junior could defeat him with a single palm.

“First Elder!” Su Li and the others were utterly panicked, by now having fled the Xuan Ying Sect.

All the disciples of the Xuan Ying Sect were stunned. Was this still one of the major powers of the Northern Profound Domain, the Xuan Ying Sect?

“The… The First Elder was actually injured by a single palm strike…” A heavily injured Zhang Xuanmu was watching the injured First Elder with a look of terror.

The terror of Feng Wuchen was something he didn’t dare to imagine anymore.

With the First Elder defeated by a single palm, Sect Master and Second Elder fled in fear—when had the Xuan Ying Sect become so weak?

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Ye Tianwei and Yi Tianqing, among others, darted out, intercepting Su Li and his group as they attempted to flee.

“Think you can escape?” Ye Tianwei said coldly.

Only thirty percent of the injuries Su Li and the Second Elder had sustained were healed, yet Ye Tianwei and his group feared nothing.

“Senior brother! Come out now!” Su Li, in utter panic, began screaming frantically, his heart burning with anxiety.

“Even if your senior brother comes, he won’t be able to save you!” Liu Qingyang sneered, flashing to the left of Su Li and the others.

“You are worse than animals! You deserve to die!” Bei Dou Yan, Bai Mie, and others flashed to the right of Su Li’s group.

Instantly, Su Li and his companions found their escape route completely sealed off.

“Boom!”

At this moment, Feng Wuchen had already soared into the sky, hurtling down with extreme ferocity.

“It won’t be that easy!” the gravely injured First Elder shouted from inside the Xuan Ying Sect, forming hand seals with his hands and invoking an incantation. He channeled the power of his Martial Soul into the inscriptions.

“Earth Rank inscriptions! Thunderbolt Lightning!”

The First Elder roared as he swung his hand, transforming the symbol into a beam of white light that shot forth, unleashing a terrifying surge of Thunder Attribute energy.

“Dodge it!” Ye Tianwei yelled out; they all hastily retreated.

The fearsome power of the Eightfold Tianji Realm exceeded their ability to endure.

“Hiss, hiss!”

Hundreds of powerful lightning bolts intertwined, forming a net of electricity that protected Su Li and the others.

“A mere Sixth-Grade Inscription Master, blocking me?” Feng Wuchen said disdainfully, as he summoned a burst of domineering and vigorous Soul Power.

“Break!”

Feng Wuchen shouted, concentrating his Soul Power, which struck the electric net before him, and the domineering Soul Power swiftly neutralized the net’s contained powers.

“What? A Seventh-Grade Inscription Master!” The First Elder’s color drained from his face, his old eyes bulging with shock.

“Seventh-Grade Inscription Master?” Hearing the First Elder’s cry of surprise, the disciples of Xuan Ying Sect were once again deeply shaken.

The First Elder couldn’t believe that Feng Wuchen was a Seventh-Grade Inscription Master, and he had broken his Earth Rank symbol with such ease!

“Boom!”

“Hum, hum!”

Having neutralized the electric net, Feng Wuchen followed up with a palm strike, causing an earth-shattering explosion; the electric net turned to ash.

“Puh, puh, puh!”

As the net dissolved, the terrifying energy caused Su Li and the other two to spit out blood. Their injuries, barely recovered, worsened instantly.

“Die!” Feng Wuchen roared furiously, without a hint of mercy or pause, his fist mercilessly crashing down.

“Stop! Stop!” Su Li cried out in extreme terror.

“Boom!”

“Hum, hum!”

As Feng Wuchen’s fist thundered out, a Black Shadow appeared out of nowhere, meeting the punch with his own; with a loud blast, destructive energy swept through, collapsing the void with fierce vibrations and spreading enormous fissures.

“Even you can’t save him!” Feng Wuchen said icily, his gaze fixed on the newcomer.

“Ah,” the newcomer sighed helplessly and shook his head, saying, “What can I do when he is my junior brother? How could a senior brother stand by and watch him die?”

“Even though he has slaughtered countless innocents?” Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

“…” The man was lost for words, and this person was Pang Qingfeng.

“If that is the case, how are you any different from Su Li? It seems today not only do I need to kill Su Li, I must kill you as well!” Feng Wuchen spoke with extreme ferocity, his murderous intent sky-high.