3628: C3628 A Massacre

C3628 A Massacre

A massacre.

The disappearance of one Elder didn't attract any attention. The main thing was that he was acting in secret. Apart from Dong Tiankui himself, there weren't many people in Artifact Peak who knew about the disappearance of the three Elder.

There were over a thousand Elder in Ancient Lie Sect. Adding the fact that Elder had sufficient freedom, he didn't need to report anything to anyone. He could choose to cultivate in a cave at any time, so it was normal that no one would notice him.

Compared to the three Elder in Artifact Sect, Fang Wanpeng's situation was a little different.

"Fang Wanpeng, follow us back. This is your only way. If you dare to run away again, don't blame us for being impolite."

In the dense forest.

Four yellow-armored guards surrounded Fang Wanpeng.

Fang Wanpeng's face was scalded, but he had yet to recover.

In the past two months, when he found out that Dong Tiankui wasn't dead and returned to the Ancient Lie Sect, he knew what kind of consequences he would have to face. During this period of time, he had been hiding and running all over the place, just like a mouse.

He never thought that Dong Tiankui was still alive.

He also didn't think that he would be able to return to the Ancient Lie Sect.

He looked at the four yellow armored guards. They were the personal guards of the Grand Hall, the elite guards of the Ancient Lie Sect, and every single one of them was a Sword Emperor Stage warrior.

Furthermore.

Not only were there four yellow armored guards, but even more yellow armored guards were rushing over.

Fang Wanpeng said faintly, "I don't want to return to the sect now, and I haven't done anything wrong to the Ancient Lie Sect. The Sect Chief sent you all to capture me, so I shouldn't have returned now."

The yellow armored guard meant that he had committed a crime!

After that.

The Ancient Lie Sect had sent out the yellow-armored guard for Dong Tiankui, which meant that Dong Tiankui had not lost his power.

One could imagine what would happen to a rogue cultivator like him when he returned.

He couldn't go back.

"You don't want to go back to the sect?"

"You didn't do anything wrong to the sect?"

"Hmph!"

"Fang Wanpeng, is this what you say you can't go back if you don't want to? Don't you know what you have done?"

"If you didn't do anything wrong, do you think we would be the ones looking for you?"

"I advise you not to struggle without fear. If you think you haven't done anything wrong, then the sect will make it clear." One of the guards said indifferently, exchanging glances.

Fang Wanpeng smiled bitterly and said, "Can you make it clear?"

How could he still be alive when he went back?

"Don't talk nonsense with him!"

"Fang Wanpeng will ask you one last time, will you follow us back?"

His gaze tightened, and he took a step forward.

The Aura on their bodies suddenly changed.

It carried a faint killing intent.

Fang Wanpeng said, "Fellow junior brothers, I will naturally return when it's time to go back. I don't want to go back now, so don't force me to do it!"

Before he could finish his words.

A yellow-armored Warrior said with a loud voice, "How dare you!"

The four of them attacked at the same time.

The Aura on Fang Wanpeng's body was suddenly released, "Rumble!"

The powerful Pressure was released, and it directly crushed the four of them. Their eyes tightened, and they drew their weapons.

"Boom!"

The Pressure was shattered, and with a flash, Fang Wanpeng appeared in front of them.

Fang Wanpeng jumped into the air.

The four of them wanted to chase after him, but at the same time, a black shadow suddenly flashed past.

"Bang!"

Fang Wanpeng fell heavily from the sky.

He fell to the ground and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The black shadow landed on a rock and said with a cold smile on his face, "It's really useless. How can four people fight one person like this?"

"I can't even watch anymore."

Fang Wanpeng raised his eyes. That strike just now did not have any reaction at all. The Cultivation Level that he faced was terrifyingly high. It could definitely crush him completely. With a deep voice, he said, "Who are you?"

The black-robed man said with a smile, "I'm a meddlesome person. I can't stand being bullied by fewer people. Hahaha!"

The four yellow-armored guards were unhappy, but if it wasn't for the black-robed man, they wouldn't have been able to take Fang Wanpeng down in a short period of time.

The four of them could only clasp their fists and express their gratitude. "Thank you for your help."

The black-robed figure moved.

Unable to see his speed clearly, the four of them were also unable to react in time. The black robed man stood in front of them and said: "Since you said thank you, then you should at least express some thanks, right?"

The gazes of the four sank slightly and said: "What do you want?"

The corners of the black-robed man's mouth curled up and he said with a smile, "It's very simple, your lives!"

The pupils of the four people constricted abruptly, and they suddenly retreated at this moment.

However!

The black-robed man disappeared once again and landed behind the four of them. His five fingers turned into claws, and he directly grabbed the back of their necks. A thorn like thing stabbed into their spine from the palm of his hand, and he fiercely sucked in.

"Ah!"

He let out a painful cry.

In less than half a second, a person had turned into a dried corpse. His body kept shrinking, turning from a middle-aged man to a hundred-year-old old man. His skin wrinkled, and his hair turned dry and white. It was as if his lifespan had reached its end. One should know that the lifespan of these Sword Emperor Stage warriors was around five thousand years.

The other three men's eyes were trembling, and their bodies were trembling nonstop. They couldn't even take a single step forward, and their faces were extremely pale.

"Body of Trash!"

"Just this little bit of lifespan?"

The black-robed man sneered as he looked at the three of them.

"Ah!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Ah"

Three miserable cries rang out.

All three of them were sucked dry, turning into withered old men.

The black-robed man had a look of disdain, "All of them have trash bodies!"

"Hu!"

After taking a deep breath, the black-robed man walked in front of Fang Wanpeng.

Fang Wanpeng subconsciously retreated. His heart was trembling and his brain was numb when he saw the scene just now. He had never seen such a terrifying technique before.

Furthermore.

This black-robed man was temperamental.

It was as if he wasn't human.

The black-robed man smiled and said, "You're from the Ancient Lie Sect?"

Fang Wanpeng nodded and said: "Yes, yes,"

The black-robed man laughed and said, "Very well, bring me to Ancient Lie Sect."

Fang Wanpeng looked at the black-robed man and said, "I won't bring you there."

Even if the Ancient Lie Sect sent someone to capture him, he would still protect the Ancient Lie Sect. He was nurtured by the Ancient Lie Sect.

If such a terrifying expert went to the Ancient Lie Sect, he would be like a ferocious tiger rushing into a flock of sheep. No one would be a match for him.

The entire Ancient Lie Sect would be sucked dry by him.

The black-robed man smiled faintly and lifted Fang Wanpeng into the air. He sneered and said, "You don't want your life anymore?"

Fang Wanpeng gritted his teeth and said, "Kill me."

The black-robed man sneered. "Do you want to die?"

"Hehe."

The black-robed man chuckled. "It's not that easy."

Fang Wanpeng turned around and landed on the ground. The black-robed man suddenly disappeared. At this moment, a series of screams came from the surrounding forest.2

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

These people were all yellow-armored guards who had captured him. They were the elite experts of the Ancient Lie Sect. But now, they weren't even considered ants. They were just slaughtering them.

In less than half a minute.

The black-robed man slowly walked towards Fang Wanpeng once again. The corner of his mouth revealed a cold smile as he said, "How is it? Can you take me there now?"

"Or not?"

Without waiting for Fang Wanpeng to speak, the black-robed man covered his head with one hand.

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