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3Sui Xiechuan felt that Zhao Quan was dead for sure. He wasn't the only one who felt the same way. The people behind him also felt the same way.    2

    

"This is the unique Psionic Skill Thousand Feather Fan of the Sui Family. It is said that there will be thousands of fan after one practices it to the extreme. Each fan has an infinite amount of power. These thousands of fan are enough to kill any cultivator. They are unstoppable!"    

    

"Indeed. I am also fortunate to see young master Sui Xieyun use the Thousand Feather Fan. That power and prestige is truly enough to kill gods and buddhas!"    

    

"This reckless kid is finished. Today, Sui Xiechuan will definitely let him know how powerful this Thousand Feather Fan is!"    

    

All kinds of boot-licking sounds were heard one after another. Not only were there disciples of Sui Family, there were also cultivators from the Ancient Clans with another surname.    

    

At this moment, everyone felt that Sui Xiechuan was going to win this battle. Moreover, he would kill Zhao Quan so easily that Zhao Quan wouldn't be able to fight back, and he wouldn't even have the time to beg for mercy.    

    

Just like what Sui Xiechuan had said, "Tremble, little bug! You don't even have the chance to beg for mercy now! I will let you die... "    

    

Before he could finish his words, Sui Xiechuan saw a figure suddenly appear. It was so fast that he didn't even have the chance to react.    

    

In the next moment, with a poof, Sui Xiechuan's body was split in half from the center of his body.    

    

After the corpse fell to the ground, Zhao Quan slowly retracted his wings and looked at the people who had forced him into a corner.    

    

"This is what you all call unstoppable. Is this what you all mean by killing gods and buddhas? Your horizons are too narrow. "    

    

A year ago, Zhao Quan might have needed some effort to kill this Sui Xiechuan, but now, killing Sui Xiechuan was as easy as playing with him.    

    

The growth of his cultivation base in this year was simply unimaginable.    

    

Zhan Qingwu was unable to measure Zhao Quan's combat strength, because she felt that if all the young men of Ancient Clans were to join forces, they would be afraid. It was still not enough for Zhao Quan to kill him alone. His cultivation base had increased too quickly. Perhaps only the middle aged generation could compare with him.    

    

It was precisely because of this that she wanted to remind Zhao Quan not to start a massacre when he decided to kill.    

    

Because she knew very well that even if the Ancient Clans that came with her joined forces, it wouldn't be enough for Zhao Quan to kill them all by himself.    

    

However, Zhan Qingwu knew all of this, but the others didn't, especially those who had forced Sui Xiechuan with their big mouths just now. They knew that Sui Xiechuan was already a supreme expert in their eyes, an invincible existence.    

    

As a result, they were split into two halves before they could even finish their words.    

    

However, there were some who weren't convinced. They thought that Zhao Quan had the advantage of speed, and that he had taken advantage of Sui Xiechuan's surprise attack.    

    

He thought that this was a sneak attack, a dirty and despicable method. Therefore, he shouted and rushed towards Zhao Quan.    

    

After that, he had nothing else to do. Two more pieces of corpses appeared on the ground.    

    

After a while, Two people from the Sui Family had died. This made the new batch of disciples from the Sui Family extremely embarrassed and angry.    

    

After all, they were from the Sui Family. They had killed these people in front of hundreds of cultivators, and their faces were filled with shame.    

    

And so, in the next moment, someone roared: "For the glory of the Sui Family, let's charge forward and kill him! Everyone, attack together!!"    

    

If it was the glory of the Ancient Sui Family that they had ganged up on Zhao Quan, Zhao Quan felt that it would be better not to have this glory. It would be too embarrassing.    

    

As for the hundreds of cultivators who had rushed over, he didn't even put them in his eyes.    

    

The bull wall of a tiger didn't depend on whether there was a rabbit or a hundred rabbits standing on the opposite side. It didn't make any difference anyway.    

    

After that, he went on stage alone and prepared to start a massacre.    

    

Anyone who dared to make a move against him today would just leave their heads here!!    

    

Zhao Quan's killing intent had already been aroused. No one could hold it in anymore, and no one wanted to hold it in.    

    

Zhan Qingwu didn't want to hold it in. Zhao Quan had killed the people of Ancient Sui Family, so she didn't care. She didn't care about the arrogance of the Sui Family.    

    

However, at this moment, someone actually held Zhao Quan down. This person wasn't a stranger either. He was Sun Baxia.    

    

Sun Baxia, who was watching the show from the outside, had already rushed onto the stage. He shouted loudly, "I want to see who dares to touch my human-shaped Spiritual Vein! I want to kill him!"    

    

He was shouting at the same time. Someone had stolen a Psionic Skill, and a thunderbolt struck Sun Baxia's forehead. This time, it hurt Sun Baxia. Yes, it hurt, it didn't hurt. With his strength, he wouldn't be able to hurt him.    

    

However, Sun Baxia covered his head and cried, "They hit me. I can't beat them. I can only cry!"    

    

Zhao Quan was speechless. He wondered how Sun Baxia remembered what he said on the flying spiritual weapon.    

    

He was just saying it out of anger. How could he really make Sun Baxia cry?    

    

Zhan Qingwu, who was not far away, did not say anything. She was afraid that she would affect Zhao Quan, so she wanted to stop Sun Baxia.    

    

However, just as she was about to get close to Sun Baxia, there was suddenly an even more sorrowful cry. Moreover, the cry was filled with grief.    

    

Immediately, a visible sound wave curtain was formed, surrounding all the disciples of the Ancient Sui Family.    

    

Anyone who didn't belong to the Ancient Sui Family was flipped over by the sound wave, including Zhan Qingwu. Only Zhao Quan was able to withstand the sound wave and leave this place by force. This was also the result of him trying his best.    

    

When he first met Sun Baxia, Zhao Quan thought that he could escape with his life, but after discovering Sun Baxia's true ability, he still thought that he had overestimated himself and muttered to himself about Sun Baxia. If Sun Baxia was willing, he wouldn't be able to escape at all!    

    

At this time, Sun Baxia did not want to cry out of his subjective mind. He just wanted to cry out loud.    

    

"I don't know why I want to cry either, but I feel very uncomfortable right now. I feel like I have lost something. " It's the same. What did I lose? What did I lose?!!! "    

    

At this moment, Sun Baxia's grief towards his wife and children might have been stirred by his crying, which was why his sadness had spread. He had unintentionally used a technique to trap all the disciples of Ancient Sui Family.    

    

If it was just a trap, it would be fine. However, the reality was different. The sound waves had actually transformed into dense black clouds and restless golden lightning, as if a small world had been constructed within a short period of time!    

    

Zhao Quan who was watching from the side was dumbfounded. This Sun Baxia really made him feel surprised every time. There was no way he was the strongest. There was only the strongest!    

    

This was too much, let alone those people. Even if he fell into this small world, it wouldn't be good!    

    

In fact, it was true. In just an instant, The lightning produced world-extinguishing rumbles, exploding wildly within the sound waves. Wails rose and fell, but soon, they all disappeared.    

    

However, Sun Baxia's Wails and Wails continued. It seemed like this scene was completely unrelated to him, who was holding his head in pain.    

    

But in fact, this shocking scene was caused by him...    

    

Fortunately, this emotion did not exist for long. It disappeared after a few minutes.    

    

At this time, Sun Baxia looked like a different person. He looked at Zhao Quan curiously and asked, "Did you give the candy last night?"    

    

Zhao Quan was really convinced. He was sincerely convinced. Just a moment ago, he was still in grief. At this moment, he was thinking about something else.    

    

However, Zhan Qingwu, who was beside him, poked his arm, indicating to him to look at the place where the sound wave had disappeared.    

    

Zhao Quan turned his head to look at it and was shocked in his heart.    

    

Even though he wanted to kill those cultivators, the scene in front of him was not as bloody as the scene in front of him.    

    

The ground was filled with broken limbs and broken limbs. Blood was everywhere, and the ground was dyed red...    

    

Out of the hundreds of cultivators that came from the Ancient Sui Family, none of them had survived since Sui Xiechuan led the group!