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It had to be known that when using the 'Heavenly Thunder Summoning', there was a correlation between one's own strength. The stronger one was, the higher the probability of being able to receive a powerful thunder.2

With Xiao Lee's Nine Star Dou Spirit's strength, the probability of receiving the Nine Mystical Gold Thunder Soul was about the same as picking up a Heaven Ranked Martial Technique.

Xiao Tian did not expect Xiao Lee to be so lucky!

After sighing for a while, Xiao Tian looked at the few Misty Cloud Sect Elders, and his eyes were full of ridicule.

This Nine Mystical Gold Thunder was something that even an expert of the Dou Sheng class had to treat carefully. A few Dou Wangs could not even withstand a breath of time and were turned to dust by the lightning power!

"We can't let this brat continue!"

Several Misty Cloud Sect Elders noticed the terrifying Nine Profound Gold Thunder, and the one in the lead immediately shouted out, and immediately slashed out with his hand, releasing a terrifying Sword Qi. The Sword Qi brought a terrifying sound wave that flew through the air, straight towards Xiao Lee's throat!

The remaining people did not react slowly. They all waved the swords in their hands at the same time. Strong battle qi ripples were emitted from the swords. Then, a faint blue sword qi interweaved, forming a sharp sword qi net that enveloped Xiao Lee!

"Elder, if you attack, this kid is dead for sure!" The Misty Cloud Sect disciple who had been intimidated by Xiao Lee laughed coldly: "No matter how strong this brat is, he is still just Nine Star Dou Spirit. How can he withstand the combined attack of the elders?"

"Humph!" This brat is so arrogant, he deserved to die, "Another Misty Cloud Sect disciple interrupted, and said with an ice-cold voice." If they were allowed to leave my Misty Cloud Sect safely, I'm afraid the other powers of the Jia Ma Empire would think my Misty Cloud Sect is weak enough to bully! "

"That's exactly the case. Only by killing these few people can I preserve my Misty Cloud Sect's prestige!" Another Misty Cloud Sect disciple spoke up, his tone filled with coldness.

Misty Cloud Sect was an overlord of Jia Ma Empire, yet Xiao Lee and the others had beat him up. If he allowed Xiao Lee and the others to leave safely from Mount Yun Lan, then the status of his Misty Cloud Sect in the future would undoubtedly drop to the bottom!

As Misty Cloud Sect disciples, they and Misty Cloud Sect were at opposite ends of the spectrum. Naturally, they would not allow Xiao Lee and the others to leave safely!

Facing the attacks of several Misty Cloud Sect Elders, Xiao Lee's face revealed a hint of disdain. He formed a seal with his right hand and shouted: "Fall!"

The Nine Mystical Gold Thunder came out of the clouds and in the blink of an eye, it turned into an enormous golden thunder dragon. Its head was towering, its scales distinct, and its hollow eyes filled with majesty!

Following the appearance of the golden lightning dragon, a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire Misty Cloud Sect, causing traces of golden lightning to spill out and land on the attacks of the Misty Cloud Sect elders, directly extinguishing it!

"How is this possible?!" When the surrounding Misty Cloud Sect disciples saw this scene, their eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.

In their knowledge, they had never seen a lightning pill before, let alone one which could only be attracted by refining a Grade Nine Gold Pill.

In their perspectives, if the elders attacked together, no matter how much stronger Xiao Lee was, it would be impossible for him to survive. How could they have predicted that Xiao Lee would be able to easily annihilate the attacks of the elders?

Even the Misty Cloud Sect elders who had attacked were a little embarrassed. Just Nine Star Dou Spirit, even if he had some fortuitous encounters, he wouldn't be too strong.

However, Xiao Lee easily blocked their cooperation. This was equivalent to a resounding slap on their faces, causing their faces to turn green and white.

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