245: C245 Who else Wouldn't Accept It

C245 Who else Wouldn't Accept It

"Ding Dong!"

"Congratulations to host Zhan Tianming for killing an inner circle elder of the Seven Peaks Sect. Obtained 60000 experience points, 10 Enrage Points..."

Zhan Tianming's gaze was piercingly cold. At the same time, he used up two bottles of the 5 bottles of experience potion.

"Ding Dong!"

"Congratulations to host Zhan Tianming for leveling up to a Four Star Martial Spirit. Obtained 8 Attribute Points."

In an instant, the aura on Zhan Tianming's body increased once again, and the time of the Tyrant Sky Killing Fist's Cold Tribulation was refreshed once again. However, this was the last time the Tyrant Sky Killing Fist was refreshed. After all, it required too many experience points to advance to the next level.

Even killing a Martial Emperor wouldn't be enough.

"The last punch, Tyrant Sky Killing Fist, I must use it well."

A thought flashed through his mind.

Swoosh! Zhan Tianming's eyes swept across the Seven Peaks Sect's Supreme Elder's Pan Zhi once again.

The Pan Zhi and the few inner circle Sect Elders behind him were all dumbfounded.

Four-Star Martial King killed him with a single punch.

A five star Martial King, and a single punch at the same time.

What kind of person was this Zhan Tianming? How could he have such terrifying combat strength?

One should know that he was just a two star Martial Spirit brat!

Wait...

Suddenly, the hearts of Pan Zhis and the others were stunned once more, and then their pupils constricted abruptly and revealed dense disbelief.

Isn't he a two-star Martial Spirit? Why has he become a four star Martial Spirit?

His heart couldn't help but tremble!

Could it be that this kid was deliberately hiding his cultivation base and strength?

Otherwise, how could he break through from a two star Martial Spirit to a four star Martial Spirit in just a few breaths of time?

That's right!

It must be like this. This Zhan Tianming must be a bastard pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. He purposely showed his weak strength in front of them, but his true strength was definitely far above theirs.

In the blink of an eye, the same thought flashed across the minds of Pan Zhi and the others.

Because, this was the only way to explain it.

If it wasn't like this, who would tell them what was going on?

The Pan Zhi and the others increasingly believed in their own guesses.

On the other side.

"Zhan Tianming is mighty and domineering!"

"Zhan Tianming is mighty and domineering!"

"Zhan Tianming..."

Shouts that shook the heavens were heard from the dense crowd, echoing in the sky.

The royal family was boiling with excitement.

With such a fierce and powerful expert standing on their side, what was there to be afraid of?

It wasn't impossible for them to eliminate the Seven Peaks Sect.

Those soldiers were all shouting excitedly. In fact, many of them had never cried out with such excitement from the bottom of their hearts in their entire lives. They kept raising, lowering, and raising their fists. When they swung their fists in the air, they produced a deafening sound.

Zhang Chuyang and the rest of the defeated soldiers had extremely ugly expressions on their faces.

At this time, Zhan Tianming suddenly raised his hand.

In a breath's time, all the shouting disappeared.

Zhan Tianming's eyes stared at the Pan Zhi and the others in the air. After a moment, he then said in a deep voice, "Yi, not only did I kill the disciples of your Seven Peaks Sect, but I also killed some of your disciples. You even killed an elder of the Seven Peaks Sect! If you don't accept it, come and bite me!"

His voice rolled out.

Zhan Tianming was still suppressing his anger in his heart.

That was Yi Chen!

This bastard, hurting him wasn't a big deal. It was because his skills weren't as good as his opponent's. He had to admit it.

However, Fu Shiyao knelt down in front of him and pleaded for mercy. He did not even look at her. She ignored his beauty and humiliated him. If he didn't step on her, he definitely wouldn't be able to swallow this resentment.

"F * ck, are you scared?"

"If you have the ability, then come out and bite me! I'm standing here waiting for you to bite me."

Zhan Tianming roared loudly.

Unfortunately, Yi Chen wasn't there at all.

Zhan Tianming couldn't help but frown.

Could it be that Yi Chen was really restricted by some kind of broken rule, and didn't even dare to show himself?

Right at this moment, a timid voice sounded out from the disciples of the Seven Peaks Sect.

"Elder Yi isn't in the sect."

"He... He didn't come back ever since he left the sect with junior sister Fu Shiyao."

Hearing this, Zhan Tianming's frown deepened.

"F * ck! Surnamed Yi, consider yourself lucky today."

"I'll kill you the next time we meet."

With a shout in his heart, Zhan Tianming shifted his gaze away from the disciple and returned it to the Pan Zhi and the others.

"Damn it, who else can't accept this? Just stand out and let me send him to hell."

A loud roar rang out.

Incomparably arrogant!

Incomparably domineering!

The people of Seven Peaks Sect were all stunned. No one dared to say anything. After all, this man in front of them was a man who could instantly kill a five star Martial King. Anyone who tried to do the opposite would be courting death by lighting a lantern in the latrine.

The Pan Zhi was furious in its heart.

After all, Zhan Tianming had slapped their Seven Peaks Sect hard, but he still held himself back.

No one dared to attack at this moment.

At this moment!

With a whoosh, a streak of light flew over from the distant horizon.

A handsome man flew over on his sword, his sword flickering with a faint radiance. That man had his hands behind his back, his chest slightly puffed up, his face solemn. The aura on his body was even more vigorous. In the blink of an eye, he was in the air in front of the Pan Zhi and the others.

The man cupped his fists slightly at the Pan Zhi. "Grand Elder."

"Yes, sir." The Pan Zhi, who had regained his senses, nodded slightly.

The rest of the people from the Seven Peaks Sect cupped their fists and bowed. They shouted in unison, "Greetings, Sect Leader!"

"Hiss..."

Many Martial Cultivator took a deep breath.

Sect Leader of Seven Peaks Sect, Jian Lingfeng?

This name was an existence that had a great reputation in Sky Wind Country.

"He is Jian Lingfeng? He is indeed very strong!"

"Rumor has it that Jian Lingfeng is Yi Chen's senior brother, and his talent isn't much worse than Yi Chen's. This time, it's true."

" Yi Chen is already a Martial Emperor warrior, I suppose Jian Lingfeng is also close to the Martial Emperor. "

"The Seven Peaks Sect is indeed very powerful!"

"In my opinion, the Seven Peaks Sect is the undisputed number one amongst the three major sects in Sky Wind Country."

"That's right! They are really too powerful!"

... ""

Discussions filled with surprise began to ring out.

Zhan Tianming's gaze also fell upon Jian Lingfeng.

"Check it out."

Name: Jian Lingfeng.

Level: Nine-star Martial King.

Attributes: Wind

"As expected!"

Looking at the Attributes interface, Zhan Tianming thought to himself.2

"The Pan Zhi is only a Seven Star Martial King, while Jian Lingfeng is Nine-star Martial King. This strength is not much weaker than Yi Chen's. I estimate that if Jian Lingfeng breaks through to the Martial Emperor... Will he also resign from Sect Leader's position?"

Zhan Tianming had already found out about this from Wei Jiang and the others.

A Martial Emperor Yi Chen would be restricted when he attacked in Sky Wind Country, and it was from Xin Lei.

Although Zhan Tianming didn't really understand the reason behind this, he didn't want to care too much about it.

In any case, he could instantly kill any existence below the five-star Martial Emperor.

Furthermore, his cultivation base was only at the Martial Spirit.

No matter what reason Xin Lei didn't allow Martial Cultivator, who was at the Martial Emperor, to attack randomly in the Sky Wind Country, that rule didn't apply to him.

If Jian Lingfeng dared to stop him, he would kill him without any hesitation.

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