Chapter 994

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The next second, a sharp "Click" rang out from outside the great hall, followed by the entire hall trembling violently, the roof even being blown off by a terrifying force, rubble flying across the sky, landing on the ground with loud "Boom boom" sounds.

The sudden change left everyone in the hall stunned, the smugness and smiles on their faces instantly replaced by shock, each looking up.

Only to see a streak of seven-colored light slowly descend from the air, hovering above the great hall; as the light dispersed, a large Seven-Colored Giant Peacock appeared before everyone's eyes.

Its body covered in multicolored feathers, its long and gorgeous tail feathers had simulated eyes that flickered slightly, and its whole body emanated a heart-palpitating pressure.

Even just hovering there made everyone in the hall feel chills all over.

And what shocked them most was the figure sitting cross-legged on the peacock's back.

This person wore a green robe, had a rather cold gaze, an otherworldly temperament, like a banished immortal descending.

"Xu... Xu Zhangqing?!"

An Elder reacted first, voice trembling, face full of disbelief: "He... how did he appear here?!"

Xu Zhangqing, Sect Master of the Qingmu Sect, strength unknown, yet famous far and wide.

Everyone present had more or less heard of his reputation and seen his portrait, recognizing him at a glance.

However, this shock did not last long; when everyone saw that Xu Zhangqing had only one Seven-Colored Giant Peacock by his side and no other helpers, their originally tense nerves gradually relaxed, and their minds became active again.

They had never heard that Xu Zhangqing had broken through to the Spirit Transformation Stage, only thinking he was still the Nascent Soul Stage Qingmu Sect Sect Master who only knew farming from the rumors.

Looking at their own side, they had the experienced Zhu Hong presiding, plus over ten Elders and dozens of Disciples, holding an absolute advantage in numbers; instantly, the fear in their hearts dissipated by more than half, and even their spines straightened.

Zhu Hong steadied himself, forcibly suppressing a trace of panic in his heart, squeezed out a fake smile on his face, and cupped his hands toward Xu Zhangqing: "Sect Master Xu?"

A rare guest, a rare guest!

I don't know why Sect Master Xu has come from afar; what are your orders?"

While playing dumb, he gave the Elders beside him a wink, secretly on guard while trying to probe Xu Zhangqing's intentions.

"Orders?"

Xu Zhangqing sat upright on the peacock's back, his cold gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall: "Zhu Hong, I am here to avenge Hu Bugui and his wife!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhu Hong's fake smile instantly faded, he completely dropped his disguise, his gaze turned sinister, and his tone became even more arrogant: "Xu Zhangqing, you sure have guts!"

Merely a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, and you dare to barge into my Yanguang Sect alone?

That fool Hu Bugui dying is no loss; I killed him, so what?"

"Xu Zhangqing, be sensible and scram quickly, otherwise today you won't return!"

"All of us dealing with you is as easy as turning over one's hand!"

"Don't think having a demon bird backing you makes you special; believe it or not, today we'll kill you and that demon bird together!"

The Elders and Disciples beside Zhu Hong all echoed, each speaking threats.

Xu Zhangqing looked at this group of jumping clowns below, his expression unchanged, but the killing aura around him surged like a tide, causing the temperature within a hundred li to suddenly drop.

Zhu Hong and the others felt this killing aura; though apprehensive in their hearts, they still did not retreat.

They were all Fire Spiritual Root cultivators, cultivating only the Yanguang Sect's methods, with ruthless moves and tacit cooperation, confident that relying on their advantages in numbers, methods, and divine abilities, they could definitely capture the Nascent Soul Stage Xu Zhangqing.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Zhu Hong's eyes; then he summoned his magic tool, the giant axe: "Since you are stubborn and insensible, then don't blame us for being impolite!"

The giant axe was entirely red, its blade covered in flame patterns.

This axe was precisely the evil weapon he used to slay Hu Bugui back then.

It was with this Chiyan Axe that he brutally hacked Hu Bugui to death.

Now, he gripped the Chiyan Axe tightly, the magic power within him surging violently, red flames instantly wrapping around the axe blade, emitting "Crackle crackle" burning sounds.

The next second, Zhu Hong led the charge, pouncing fiercely toward Xu Zhangqing: "Today, I will use this axe that killed Hu Bugui to send you to reunite on the Yellow Spring Road!"

Seeing this, the Elders and Disciples also followed suit and attacked.

Blazing flames rose around them, their magic tools varied, including fire attribute longswords, flame tokens, and Chiyan banners; one scorching spell after another swept toward Xu Zhangqing.

Flames billowed, heat waves surged to the sky, looking astonishingly powerful.

Moreover, these people cooperated tacitly, their spells connecting smoothly, as if they had rehearsed beforehand.

Almost everyone wanted to rely on the advantage of fire attribute cultivation methods to suppress the Wood Spiritual Root Xu Zhangqing in one go, even burning him to death.

But they never expected that the current Xu Zhangqing was no longer a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, but a powerhouse who had entered the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Facing the flames and divine abilities sweeping across the sky, Xu Zhangqing still sat on the peacock's back, not even lifting his eyelids, merely releasing his own Spirit Transformation Pressure.

Instantly, a terrifyingly extreme pressure swept the entire field, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, crushing Zhu Hong and the others' flames and divine abilities.

Immediately after, Zhu Hong and the others felt their bodies heavy as lead, the magic power within them stagnating; their bodies, originally airborne, fell uncontrollably from the air, slamming heavily onto the ground with loud "Boom boom" sounds, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

Many people spat out a mouthful of fresh blood on the spot, their faces instantly turning deathly pale.

"This... what kind of strength is this?!"

Zhu Hong struggled to get up, but found he couldn't even move a finger; his eyes full of shock and disbelief: "You... what realm are you exactly?"

He had always thought Xu Zhangqing was merely Nascent Soul Stage, but never imagined the other party possessed such terrifying strength; that Qingmu Sect Sect Master who only knew farming and had a gentle temperament had actually hidden so deeply!

Only now did everyone panic; their previous arrogance and audacity vanished completely, replaced by fear deep in their bones.

"Sect Master Xu, spare my life!"

"We know we were wrong, beg you to spare our lives!"

"It was all Zhu Hong forcing us; we had no choice either!"

They kowtowed on the ground begging for mercy, cries and pleas rising and falling.

Xu Zhangqing's gaze was icy, without the slightest emotion; his eyes swept over the people begging for mercy on the ground, and he spoke lightly: "Wanting to live is not impossible.

"As long as someone among you kills Zhu Hong with their own hands, I will not take action to kill anyone."

The moment the words fell, silence fell for an instant.

Immediately afterward, everyone's gaze gathered on Zhu Hong, their eyes filled with greed and ruthlessness.

Before the crisis of survival, past flattery and loyalty had long become worthless.

The disciples and elders who had flattered and obeyed Zhu Hong day after day now all had red eyes, struggling to rise one after another and pouncing viciously at Zhu Hong, afraid that if they were a step too slow, Xu Zhangqing would strike and slay them!