Chapter 85: Slaughtering a fellow disciple? This is cleaning out the sect's pests

Inside the Battle Secret Realm.

Liang Min stared intently at the core location of the spatial fluctuations.

A moment later, a tall, upright figure flashed into view.

Seeing this figure, Liang Min was stunned.

It wasn't Wang Yu Yao?

"Who are you?"

He couldn't help but blurt out the question.

Although Liang Min was a lackey of Si Nantong, he was actually much older than Si Nantong.

His time of Entry was even earlier than Wang Jianqiang's.

When Wang Jianqiang was making a name for himself in the Outer Sect, he had already entered the Inner Sect and did not know Wang Jianqiang.

"Your grandfather!"

Wang Jianqiang grinned, then pointed a finger at him.

"Little Chicken, get him!"

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's words, Little Chicken raised its head to look at Liang Min, and within its pupils, two phantoms of cyan flames ignited.

The Spiritual Power within Liang Min's body was ignited instantly.

Liang Min's cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, far inferior to Si Nantong.

Facing this move from Little Chicken, even Si Nantong would struggle greatly to defend against it.

How could Liang Min possibly block it?

He didn't even have time to crush his Secret Realm Token before he turned into a human torch.

In the blink of an eye, he was burned into a pile of ashes.

The battle ended, the Battle Secret Realm vanished, and Wang Jianqiang and a small pile of ashes were teleported out at the same time.

All around, numerous gazes gathered one after another.

They lingered on Wang Jianqiang for a moment.

Then they fell upon that small pile of ashes, and everyone swallowed hard.

This pile of ashes...

Could it be Liang Min?

Wang Yu Yao also looked at that small pile of ashes, then came to Wang Jianqiang's side, her expression full of worry.

"Senior Brother Wang, the people from the Punishment Hall should arrive very soon. Should we leave here first?"

Wang Jianqiang shook his head, "The Punishment Hall must be faced sooner or later; running away is not a solution."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face.

"Besides, seeing is not necessarily believing."

"Perhaps I am not wantonly killing fellow disciples, but rather ridding the sect of a pest, who knows?"

Hearing his words, Wang Yu Yao was stunned, somewhat confused.

Wang Jianqiang shook his head and did not explain, merely casting his gaze into the distance.

A moment later, a figure appeared on the horizon.

Before the person arrived, an overbearing aura had already descended in advance.

"Daring to slaughter a fellow disciple within the sect, you are courting death!"

Amidst the gloomy shout, the figure instantly crossed a distance of several hundred zhang and appeared in mid-air.

The person who arrived was none other than Yan Biao, whom Wang Jianqiang had met once before.

Whether it was because he had been too severely injured that day or for some other reason, his four subordinates were not following by his side.

After Yan Biao arrived, he looked at the headless corpse on the ground for the first time.

Sensing the aura remaining on the corpse, he suddenly froze.

This is...

Si Nantong!!!

The Punishment Hall can sense energy fluctuations through the sect's Formation to determine if a battle has broken out within the sect, achieving the goal of monitoring the entire sect.

However, this kind of monitoring is only based on the perception of energy and cannot determine the identity of the people fighting.

Before coming, Yan Biao did not know the identities of the two parties in the battle.

At this moment, discovering that Si Nantong was among the combatants and that Si Nantong had already been killed, he was shocked.

Others might not know, but as a high-level member of the Punishment Hall.

He was very clear about the relationship between Si Nantong and the Punishment Hall.

The Great Hall Master of the Punishment Hall, Si Tianyong, was promiscuous by nature and had left behind many stories in the secular world.

Among them, Si Nantong was the offspring born to one of his lovers in the secular world.

Si Tianyong sowed his seeds countless times.

If Si Nantong were like his other offspring in the secular world, having no Spirit Root or only an ordinary Spirit Root.

He might not have paid any attention to him.

But it just so happened that Si Nantong had excellent natural talent, which caught Si Tianyong's attention, and he was brought into the Hehuan Sect.

However, the Hehuan Sect is not a Demonic Sect, after all.

Sowing seeds in the secular world is easy to do but hard to talk about.

For the sake of his own reputation, Si Tianyong did not announce his relationship with Si Nantong, nor did he let him join the Punishment Hall.

Instead, he left him in the Outer Sect.

Although Si Tianyong did not state it explicitly, he did not deliberately conceal it either.

The various members of the management within the sect were not fools; from a few clues, they could naturally guess Si Nantong's identity.

Therefore, they granted Si Nantong many conveniences.

Si Nantong did not bring shame to Si Tianyong either; he soon rose to prominence in the Outer Sect, suppressing the Outer Sect Disciples of his generation and becoming the number one genius of the Outer Sect for that generation.

After he successfully reached Foundation Establishment and became an Inner Sect Disciple, Si Tianyong even passed down his own famous signature technique, the Soul Control Great Art, to him.

It is evident how much he doted on Si Nantong!

This matter involves the Great Hall Master.

It must be handled well, and handled beautifully.

Otherwise, it might provoke the displeasure of the Great Hall Master!

Thinking of this, Yan Biao's heart suddenly grew heavy.

His gaze swept across his surroundings, and his cold voice was delivered outward.

"Who killed Si Nantong!"

"I killed him."

Just as his voice fell, a calm voice immediately followed.

Yan Biao looked over coldly; the next moment, he could not help but stiffen.

"It's you again?"

"That's right, it's me again." Wang Jianqiang nodded, "Hall Master Yan, we meet again."

Upon hearing this, Yan Biao felt his vision go dark.

How many years had it been since any disciple in the Hehuan Sect dared to fight privately within the sect?

How many days had this kid been at Foundation Establishment?

He had already killed two!

Could he be the reincarnation of a plague god?

Immediately after, he recalled the scene where he was humiliated by Yan Qingxuan because of this kid.

A cold sneer rose in his heart.

Perfect, old scores and new grudges can be settled together!

He looked at Wang Jianqiang, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Kid, do you really think that with Yan Qingxuan backing you, you can do whatever you want?"

"Come back to the Punishment Hall with me to be punished!"

As he spoke, he raised his palm, intending to seize Wang Jianqiang.

"Wait?"

Yan Biao's palm paused, and then he let out a mocking laugh.

"What? Want to stall for time and wait for someone to come save you?"

"I advise you to give up that thought as soon as possible; today, no one can save you!"

If Wang Jianqiang had killed an ordinary disciple, Yan Qingxuan stepping in might truly have been able to save his life.

But Si Nantong was the beloved son of the Great Hall Master of the Punishment Hall, the head of the Punishment Hall, Si Tianyong.

This time, even if Yan Qingxuan stepped in for him again, she absolutely could not save him!

Hearing Yan Biao's laughter, Wang Jianqiang shook his head.

"Are you so certain that I murdered a fellow disciple?"

"What? With so many people watching, do you still want to quibble?" Yan Biao sneered.

Wang Jianqiang shook his head.

"Sometimes, seeing is not necessarily believing."

"I did indeed kill Si Nantong, but I did not murder a fellow disciple; rather, I was punishing evil and promoting good, clearing out a parasite for the sect."

As he spoke, he extended a fist.

His palm slowly opened.

A wisp of a Residual Soul emerged.

Sensing the aura of the Residual Soul, Yan Biao was furious.

"You actually extracted Si Nantong's soul!"

While speaking, whether intentionally or because he was too agitated, a powerful spiritual pressure surged toward Wang Jianqiang.

Sensing this spiritual pressure, Wang Jianqiang did not dodge or evade, his expression not changing in the slightest.

Just at the moment this spiritual pressure was about to reach him.

A scorching cyan light barrier instantly enveloped him, blocking the spiritual pressure.

Yan Biao frowned, looked at the small chick on Wang Jianqiang's shoulder, and his gaze flickered.

Such a strong bird!

Wang Jianqiang looked directly at Yan Biao and smiled lightly, "Hall Master Yan, why be so agitated?"

"This Si Nantong was sinister and treacherous by nature, and years ago, he even harmed a genius of the sect."

"Unfortunately, the Punishment Hall has always struggled to find evidence and could not pass judgment."

"Now, I have merely helped the Punishment Hall collect some evidence."