Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Watching Jun Wu Xie walk step by step.

The people of the Qingshan Sword Sect had bloodshot eyes.

Facing Yan Qingcheng, they could kneel, crawl, and prostrate.

They could lower their heads, admit defeat, and apologize!

That was because the other party's status and strength were there.

But facing a small martial artist like Jun Wu Xie, to accept such humiliation and trampling.

The people of the Qingshan Sword Sect simply could not accept it in their hearts!

"You are not convinced?"

Jun Wu Xie's smile was very bright, he rolled up his sleeves, walked to the last row, in front of those young disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and looked at them without taking action.

Immediately, he came to the elders of the Qingshan Sword Sect.

The bloodshot eyes of those elders trembled slightly, hoping that he could also turn around and leave, just like he had walked in front of their disciples, glanced at them, and left.

As a result, Jun Wu Xie raised his palm and slapped them.

With a "pa" sound.

It was incomparably loud, knocking out the back molars of that elder, and his left face swelled up directly.

The first one to be slapped was the core elder from the very beginning.

He only felt that what was slapping his face was not a human hand, but the palm of a savage beast.

The force was too fierce, causing his head to buzz, instantly causing tinnitus and deafness, his vision went black, and he saw stars.

He was extremely angry in his heart, wishing he could immediately flay and skin this hateful brat.

However, the other party had a strong Meitong clan member backing him up, so this kind of thing could only be thought about, and it was impossible to put it into action, otherwise the entire Qingshan Sword Sect would face disaster because of this!

At that time, if he brought disaster to the sect, his entire family would suffer a catastrophe!

Endure!

He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with humiliation, his face blossoming, covered in blood, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and blue veins popping on his neck!

Jun Wu Xie didn't care how humiliated he was in his heart.

What he wanted was this effect!

This old thing was arrogant and domineering before, saying he wanted to destroy Wang Academy at every turn!

Now, he was the one being taken care of!

Raising his palm, he mustered his strength to slap him.

Pa pa pa sounds resounded.

Every time he swung his palm, blood splattered.

In just a moment, that core elder's face was covered in blossoms, both sides of his face were bloody, and he was directly slapped to the ground, his head swollen as big as a pig's head.

It was estimated that even his mother would not be able to recognize him.

Such a scene made everyone's eyes twitch, but they felt extremely relieved in their hearts.

These guys humiliated their Great Zhou, they deserved it!

But in the eyes of the other members of the Qingshan Sword Sect, it was different.

That golden palm, every time it was swung, seemed to slap everyone's face, slapping their hearts, a kind of unspeakable sense of humiliation filled their entire hearts.

Since the founding of the Qingshan Sword Sect, when had a high-level executive been trampled and humiliated like this?

This was still the first time in history!

Soon, that core elder was slapped unconscious.

Jun Wu Xie's palm was really too heavy.

The people of the Qingshan Sword Sect did not dare to use too much true energy to resist.

Everyone knew that if they did not let the Meitong clan woman vent her anger today, this matter would not be over!

Rather than being humiliated constantly, and even facing life-threatening dangers, it was better to just endure this once.

"After cultivating for hundreds of years, this is all you've got. It's only been a few slaps, and you've fainted. Are you so resistant to being slapped?"

Jun Wu Xie glanced at the core elder with great disdain.

These words almost made the people of the Qingshan Sword Sect vomit blood!

This damn brat, using his palm to slap their people, and still disliking their people for not being resistant to being slapped?

In this world, where is there such a muddled logic!

"It's your turn!"

Jun Wu Xie changed his target.

He now felt particularly comfortable, slapping the elders of the Qingshan Sword Sect was simply too addictive.

He did not touch those disciples.

No matter what those disciples thought in their hearts, at least they did not jump out to target him today, nor did they clamor.

The two who clamored were killed by him.

But these elders were different. These elders did not come out to stop them, indicating that they defaulted to or supported the behavior of the core disciple and Chan Feng at the beginning!

For a time, the sound of loud slaps echoed throughout the square.

This kind of sound seemed to have a kind of magic.

The person slapping became addicted, and the people watching the excitement below also became addicted to listening. Each and every one of them had an excited expression, wishing that they were Jun Wu Xie, and also went up to feel how hot-blooded it was to slap the elders of the Qingshan Sword Sect.

Soon it was the turn of the four hidden elders.

Seeing Jun Wu Xie walk in front of them and roll up his sleeves, the four hidden elders all stared at him with gloomy and cold eyes.

Those eyes were full of threatening intent.

"Are you threatening me?"

The corner of Jun Wu Xie's mouth curled into an arc, he rolled up his sleeves very high, and retreated more than ten steps.

Just when everyone did not understand why he suddenly retreated so far.

He suddenly rushed forward, golden blood energy surging on his golden palm fingers, and a thunderous sound erupted between his swings.

With a "pa" sound!

That hidden elder was immediately slapped and flew out, his face blossoming, his chin crooked to one side, and more than ten teeth flew out with blood.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

It turned out that Jun Wu Xie was taking a running start!

He was already a body cultivator, and his physical body was incomparably powerful.

Slapping people's faces while taking a running start, this was simply trying to slap people to death!

"Ah!!!"

The hidden elder who was slapped and flew out let out a beast-like low roar in endless humiliation.

"What are you howling about?"

Jun Wu Xie rushed up, blossoming left and right, pa pa pa, the sound of slaps was endless, slapping his hands full of blood.

Bright red blood splattered all over the ground.

Soon, that hidden elder was slapped unconscious, curled up on the ground, his body still convulsing, and the blood flowing from his face spread along the ground.

The remaining three hidden elders felt like they were about to collapse when they saw such a scene!

They seemed to feel the same humiliation, as if ten thousand ants were devouring their hearts!

Now, it was their turn!

Seeing Jun Wu Xie coming, they trembled all over.

There was endless anger, and there was also the unwillingness and fear of being about to suffer the greatest humiliation in their lives.

However, this could not change anything.

Waiting for them was the same fate as the others who were slapped.

So, the sound of slaps resounded throughout the square again.

In the end, all four hidden elders were slapped unconscious, lying on the ground, their faces covered in blood, and their heads swollen to be as big as two heads.

"All fainted?" Jun Wu Xie kicked them a few times one by one, and frowned: "Isn't there one who will wake up?"

Everyone: … …

Who would be willing to wake up, that must be a moron.

In this situation, even if you wake up, you have to pretend to be unconscious!

"Are you comfortable?"

Yan Qingcheng looked at Jun Wu Xie and asked.

"Very comfortable."

Jun Wu Xie rubbed his hands, looking like he had not had enough.

"Are you relieved?"

Yan Qingcheng asked again.

"It's okay."

Jun Wu Xie glanced at the elders of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and stepped towards the stage.

At this time, Yan Qingcheng said to the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect: "Take a look, can you still recognize who they are now?"

The disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect looked at each other, and said tremblingly: "Can… Can recognize…"

"Is that so?" Yan Qingcheng said lightly: "It seems that they have not been slapped to the point of being unrecognizable, then continue slapping."

Jun Wu Xie, who was walking off the stage, immediately stopped.

Everyone: … …

Is this not enough slapping?

Although they all hated the people of the Qingshan Sword Sect, those old guys were indeed unrecognizable now, and it was estimated that even their own mothers would not be able to recognize who was who.

"No! I don't recognize them, I don't recognize them!"

The disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect were immediately frightened when they heard this, and their legs went weak.

If the sect elders were slapped again because of their words, it was estimated that even if they returned to the sect, they would have to shed a layer of skin if they did not die!

"Are you sure?" Yan Qingcheng glanced at those elders, and said to the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect: "Take another look, take a careful look at it for this deity, look carefully before answering!"

"Really… Really don't recognize them anymore! Senior… We really don't recognize them anymore!"

The disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect were about to collapse. The various encounters today were like a nightmare, only hoping that this nightmare could wake up sooner.

"Well, that's it then."

As soon as Yan Qingcheng's voice fell, the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect were immediately pardoned, and they collapsed on the ground all of a sudden, their faces full of cold sweat, and their bodies trembling from time to time.

For a time, everyone laughed loudly.

How arrogant the people of the Qingshan Sword Sect were when they came, and how cowardly they were now, like soft-footed shrimps, all lying on the ground.

Now, the four hidden elders of the Qingshan Sword Sect were like four dead dogs.

Without them, how could this trial ground be opened?

Jun Wu Xie returned to the high platform of his own sect, and his eyes fell on the isolated area in the center of the square.

The opening of this trial ground would have to wait, until those four old guys woke up.

"Brother-in-law, who is this?" The Eighth Prince looked towards this side from the opposite high platform, his expression a little stinky, and hummed: "Does my imperial sister know her?"

Jun Wu Xie was about to speak, but Yan Qingcheng next to him spoke first, looking at the Eighth Prince and saying: "Is it necessary for your imperial sister to know what relationship I have with him?"

Jun Wu Xie was immediately stunned.

What kind of medicine is this woman selling in her gourd?

This is not like her personality.

This woman is very cold and beautiful in front of strangers.

Now she is actually arguing with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

Why does it sound a little off.

"Hmph!" The Eighth Prince was extremely displeased, his face dark as he said, "I don't care who you are, or how strong you are! I'm telling you, he's my sister's husband! My imperial sister will always be ahead of you!"

Yan Qingcheng chuckled softly.

"Ahem!" Seeing things were going a bit sideways, Jun Wuxie gave a polite, yet slightly awkward, cough, interrupting Yan Qingcheng and tugging at her sleeve.

Then, putting on a stern face, he said to the Eighth Prince, "Why are you everywhere? What nonsense are you spouting? Can't you be a little more pure-minded?"

"Brother-in-law, just tell the truth, between her and my sister, who's the senior and who's the junior!" The Eighth Prince said indignantly, "You owe my imperial sister a perfect explanation for this!"

"Can't you just be quiet for a moment?"

Jun Wuxie was covered in black lines. What senior and junior? What was all this about?

As soon as he spoke, he saw Yan Qingcheng staring coldly at him with her beautiful purple eyes, her gaze as if she wanted to kill him.

He really had the urge to beat up Ji Beilan!

Why did he have to stir up trouble for no reason?

"Little bastard, you really are a bastard!" Yan Qingcheng's voice echoed in his mind through sound transmission: "Rushing into a rage for a beauty, do you think you're so capable? But now I have to clean up your mess! After this is over, I'll settle this score with you. Just you wait!"

Jun Wuxie: …

He really had the heart to strangle Ji Beilan right now.

If Yan Qingcheng really went crazy, who knew what she might do.

That day in the Pavilion of Oddities, he had quite the fall.

This wasn't the Nanshan Secret Realm anymore; in front of her, he really had no room to resist…