Peerless Divine Emperor

"Me too."    

After Ye Zhang finished speaking, ten disciples volunteered themselves and stepped forward. These ten disciples' cultivations were all between the ninth and first stage of the Qi Martial Stage. Each and every one of them felt that it would be fine if they just casually moved their fingers when dealing with Jing Yunxiao.    

"Let's attack together."    

The ten of them attacked at the same time, seemingly using the same boxing style.    

"Very well, since you all want to court death, I don't mind making an example of you all."    

Jing Yunxiao squinted his eyes, there was killing intent in them.    

As he was speaking, the ten fists had already whistled through the air and landed on Jing Yunxiao's body.    

"Haha, you don't even have the strength to fight back, why are you trying to make an example out of it? This is hilarious. "    

"Stinky brat, you have to flatten our Dark Feather Palace. If you can flatten our Dark Feather Palace, then your father will have the same surname as you."    

The rest of the disciples who were spectating the Dark Feather Palace all laughed.    

However, just as he started laughing, he abruptly stopped in the next moment.    

They saw that when the fists of the ten disciples landed on Jing Yunxiao's body, it did not seem to cause any actual harm to the latter. Instead, the latter's body shook and a very powerful force immediately burst out from within his body.    

"Ah ?"    

Those ten disciples did not even have time to react. In the next moment, their bodies were like kites with their strings cut, as they were sent flying into the air, and then smashed miserably in front of the rest of the Dark Feather Palace disciples.    

"What?" "How could that brat be so strong?"    

"Not only can he withstand the attacks of ten senior brothers with his own body? Furthermore, he was able to defeat ten people with his Qi alone.    

"Even with the elder's cultivation, I've never seen such a fierce scene."    

Everyone was dumbfounded.    

The people who were previously laughing at Jing Yunxiao were now in bone-piercing pain from their face being slapped.    

"I will give you one last chance. If you want to live, then scram. If you want to die, then stay. My patience is limited. "    

Jing Yunxiao continued to spout ruthless words.    

This time, the grizzled beard elder did not let any of the disciples make a move. Instead, he stood forward and berated Jing Yunxiao coldly, "Little bastard, there is a path to heaven that you will not take.    

"Since that's the case, today, I don't mind teaching you a lesson. I'll let you understand what arrogance is and what overestimating yourself."    

When Ye Zhang finished speaking, he immediately jumped up, and sent out several palm prints, aiming straight at Jing Yunxiao.    

"Old bastard, what qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson?"    

Jing Yunxiao's gaze turned cold, and with a slight movement of his feet, his body disappeared from the spot in an instant.    

"Hmm? "Where is he?"    

Everyone was stunned?    

Including the graying beard.    

Nightingale's eyebrows creased, and she unconsciously felt a chill run down her spine.    

"Here?"    

Right at this moment, Ye Zhang only saw a blur, and in an instant, a figure directly appeared in front of him, startling him. Without waiting for Ye Zhang to make a move, Jing Yunxiao lifted his leg and kicked out.    

"Ah ?"    

It was the same scream, the same formula.    

Ye Zhang was kicked three meters into the air, finally landing twenty meters away.    

"What?" Kicking off Elder Ye Zhang with a kick? "    

"Heavens, how fierce is this kid?"    

"Everyone run away! Even Elder Ye Zhang is no match for him! Should we stay here and wait for death?"    

In an instant, the hundreds of disciples fled like frightened birds.    

"I have already given you two chances. Right now, you all no longer have the chance to choose."    

On top of Jing Yunxiao's body, the coldness was deep.    

Then, like a mad beast, it charged into the crowd of people.    

"Ah ?"    

What followed was a series of screams.    

After a short while, in front of the Dark Feather Palace's doors, cries filled the air. Disciples were holding their heads and wailing in pain, holding their hands as they screamed in agony, or rolling around while groaning nonstop ?    

"I won't kill you right now, but when I come out, I don't want to see you again."    

Jing Yunxiao swept across the crowd like a god of death, then, like a dragonfly touching the water, he leapt into the Dark Feather Palace, leaving behind a string of fierce words, causing everyone's hearts to tremble, they were extremely terrified.    

"Who are you?"    

"Who cares?"    

"Bam."    

"Who dares to trespass into my Dark Feather Palace?"    

"Who cares?"    

"Bam."    

Along the way, they met a lot of disciples, all of whom did not have a high cultivation, so Jing Yunxiao could not be bothered with wasting words with them. Dead or wounded.    

"Where's Jing Lang?"    

Finally meeting a Dark Feather Palace deacon with a slightly higher cultivation, Jing Yunxiao immediately asked.    

"Jing Lang? No, I don't know. Wait, who are you? "    

"None of your business."    

"Bam."    

It was a punch, directed directly at the face, and the deacon immediately died.    

Not long after, Jing Yunxiao finally met another elder at the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Stage.    

"Tell me, where is Jing Lang?"    

Jing Yunxiao continued to ask.    

"Where did this little bastard come from?"    

At first, the elder had a stupefied expression, but soon after, he was filled with rage. How dare a little brat ask him in such a manner? Are you tired of living?    

"Don't say it."    

Jing Yunxiao still threw out a punch in return. Although he did not knock the elder out with one punch this time, he still suffered quite a heavy injury.    

"Who exactly are you?"    

The elder shouted in anger.    

"You just won't tell me, right?"    

Jing Yunxiao punched ten times, like a violent storm, it landed on the elder's body.    

Under the torture, the elder finally confessed.    

"Young Master Jing Lang is recuperating in the hall master's hall."    

The Elder answered honestly.    

"Just say it earlier."    

Jing Yunxiao still sent a punch, and still managed to knock the old man out.    

Next, Jing Yunxiao faced Buddha slaying buddha, gods blocking and killing gods.    

After some time, he finally arrived at the hall.    

"Who are you ?" Wait, are you Jing Yunxiao? "    

And at this moment, Jing Yunxiao finally met the so called Hall Master of the new Dark Feather Palace who was at the ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Stage.    

A middle-aged man with a knife scar on his face.    

If the people from Palace of Wargod were here, they would definitely be able to recognize him. He was one of Jing Yukong's trusted aides: Jing Daomo.    

"You actually know me? This way, you will know who killed you and you can die in peace. "    

Jing Yunxiao frowned, his killing intent did not decrease in the slightest.    

"Haha, good you, Jing Yunxiao. You crippled Young Master Jing Lang, killed Jing Zhuo, and even offended the Imperial Family and Qian Long Villa. If I bring you back to the Imperial City, I'm afraid there will surely be benefits. "    

Jing Daomo laughed sinisterly, just like those ignorant disciples before, as if he did not put Jing Yunxiao in his eyes.    

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