The pitch-black claw was hook-shaped, glinting with a chilling light under the sun.
Only Elder Kong’s eyes compared to it at this mont, those blood-red pupils exuding a terrifying murderous pressure, making it impossible for anyone to dare et his gaze.
He didn’t know what that purple light was just now, but the astonishing energy it contained made his heart tremble. However, fortunately, he had arrived here and wouldn’t let the other side release it a second ti!
His claws were capable of cutting through mountains.
Apart from those Mountain Guardian Demon Kings with naturally unyielding shells, no Demon Race mber dared let him claw them.
This flying wooden ship, tearing it apart was very simple!
"Die!"
With another furious shout, the black claw descended.
But at this very mont, his expression suddenly froze.
Because his claw stopped abruptly less than a zhang away from the flying ship; these claws that had torn through countless Demon Race mbers and Spirit Bodies had achieved nothing at this mont.
The young man with the dog stood right by the side of the ship, his black claw only a zhang away, yet this distance felt like a million miles and was impossible to cross!
Boom!
A loud explosion sounded.
The attention-grabbing noise of the flying ship was instantly overtaken by the Iron Mountain Pavilion!
The black claw did not tear the flying ship apart.
But the purple light cluster exploded in the Iron Mountain Pavilion’s main hall.
The purple light cluster swiftly expanded, leaving the once mighty Iron Mountain Pavilion, overlooking Mountain and Sea City, leveled in an instant, as the waves swept around and reduced the sub-palaces and various buildings to the ground at once — the thousand-year-old grand hall vanished in front of everyone’s eyes like that.
Just monts before, those kiloters away who raised their heads could see the presence of the Iron Mountain Pavilion’s main hall. It was so magnificent, like a Holy Land in the hearts of countless people.
Yet it vanished in this instant!
...
Within the Qi Bing Academy.
"This..."
Jin Rong and the others were so astonished they couldn’t close their mouths, eventually, Jin Rong said to Elder Kui, "Do you know how lucky you are that your life is spared now?"
Elder Kui wiped his forehead, brushed off the cold sweat, and nodded vigorously.
...
In the sky.
Sea of Clouds Cang Lan stood behind a Great Demon of the Wing Race, beside him were two others, naturally the couple H Lan.
They ca hearing the commotion.
When they saw the Iron Mountain Pavilion’s main hall being destroyed in an instant, he was completely stunned.
"Sect Leader Wen’s ship actually has such an attack thod." Sea of Clouds Cang Lan murmured in surprise to the side, unaware that his words were overheard by Mr. and Mrs. H Lan.
H Lan was startled, pointing at the flying ship, "Brother Sea of Clouds, on that flying ship... is it Sect Leader Wen?"
"Yes."
Sea of Clouds Cang Lan instinctively nodded.
Seeing Sea of Clouds Cang Lan’s slow nod, H Lan and his wife exchanged glances, faces filled with surprise.
It’s hard to imagine, soone daring to make Iron Mountain Pavilion a joke directly on Ascending Dragon Day, leveling the Iron Mountain Pavilion’s main hall as they depart, these days they had been harmoniously coexisting, mutually respectful.
...
Bang!
A figure suddenly erged from the rubble.
This person was clad in gold brocade, with a bear-like back and tiger-like waist. On his left and right hands, two prominent red ridian Gates shimred with its unique light, yet the most eye-catching was the red ridian Gate on his chest—the third ridian Gate—Gathering Spirit.
The third ridian Gate was a size larger than the first and second ridian Gates, suspended half a ter from his chest. As it rippled, the brocade-clad man’s entire body was cloaked in a layer of lava, which beca his armor, leaving him unscathed amidst the purple light cluster’s explosion, besides looking utterly disheveled.
"What happened!"
The man shouted angrily.
However, no one around could answer his question.
Simultaneously, on the flying ship, Wen Ping spoke up, "Second shot, prepare."
Wen Ping stood at the place so close to the black eagle that even Elder Kong as the black eagle could see the tightening and stretching of his mouth.
The purple light cluster gathered, while Elder Kong continuously struck the flying ship with his claws, wings, and even his body, yet the ship didn’t budge at all.
Bang!
Another loud explosion resounded.
Watching the purple light cluster heading toward the Iron Mountain Pavilion, Elder Kong hurriedly transford into a streak of rainbow light chasing after the cluster, shouting at the sa ti, "Elder Jin, stop this light cluster!"
The gold-brocade man abruptly raised his head, following the voice, as he saw Elder Kong already revealing his demon form chasing the purple light cluster, he imdiately understood.
Bang!
Three gates shook simultaneously.
The right hand instantly conjured a gigantic hamr ablaze with flas, as if made of magma.
Wielding it, the gold-brocade man faced the purple light cluster.
Boom!
The hamr and light cluster collided fiercely.
The purple light cluster exploded instantly above the Iron Mountain Pavilion, expanding continuously, still covering the areas beyond the Iron Mountain Pavilion’s main hall.
The Welco Plaza, Law Enforcent Hall, Scripture Pavilion... were reduced to debris at this mont.
While all of Iron Mountain Pavilion was searching for the enemy’s tracks in Mountain and Sea City, with minimal casualties, the accumulation of the Scripture Pavilion over centuries turned to dust.
"It’s over... it will spread!"
Elder Kong transford into human shape, swiftly descending.
Elder Jin also erged from the explosion, clothes already torn beyond recognition, the giant hamr in his hand fractured into two pieces—utterly wretched.
Bang!
The light cluster appeared again.
This ti, both struck simultaneously, launching the Profound Level, Middle Grade Vein Technique fearlessly.
Boom!
This ti, the light cluster was intercepted a hundred zhang from Iron Mountain Pavilion’s core area.
But when the purple light cluster detonated again, despite sparing the core area of Iron Mountain Pavilion, the two were both thrown into the air, helplessly watching the shockwave raze the Iron Mountain Pavilion’s structures to the ground.
After a dozen breaths, everything settled into dust!
Elder Kong stood up from the rubble, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, slowly walking atop the debris. Yet he cared not for his hunched injuries, only brooming the surroundings of ruins, a look of pain and struggle on his face.
"It’s over!"
"Half of Iron Mountain Pavilion’s land is in ruins, a foundation of a thousand years."
He looked up towards the sky at the flying ship on the other side.
In the midst of hate, yet utterly powerless.
Clearly, the enemy was right there.
But he was helplessly equal!
Though he genuinely wanted to chase, yet if he did and they released that purple light cluster again...
...
"Set sail."
On the flying ship, having launched three shots, equating to 600 White Crystals, Wen Ping retracted his gaze from Iron Mountain Pavilion.
In truth, if it weren’t for Iron Mountain Pavilion persistently barricading him here, he didn’t wish to fire three shots.
One shot equated to 200 White Crystals.
If not dealing with a force like Mitian Sect that demands severe punishnt, he couldn’t bear wasting so many White Crystals.
Luckily, the White Crystals were scraped from Chasing Wind’s pair of Storage Rings.
Despite the pain, there was so solace to be found.
"Sect Leader, you are too brutal!"
Lin Kewu retracted his gaze and couldn’t help but exclaim.
Yang Xi imdiately glared at Lin Kewu, "Do you say such things to the Sect Leader? It’s their own doing, back then when they captured Uncle Lan and smashed Immortal Sect’s main hall, why didn’t they think of this day?"
These past days, listening to Uncle Lan tell his story, she had been angry all along.
And at this mont, she was delighted.
Not feeling that Sect Leader was excessive.
"Was there such a matter?" Lin Kewu quickly looked to Lan Peng, "Then they brought this upon themselves!"
Lan Peng smiled faintly.
A trace of shock flashed in his eyes, looking at Wen Ping, his eyes revealed a hint of relief.
The revenge was thorough and satisfying.
But, would this affect Wen Yan?
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