4377: C4377 It Was Truly Not Simple

C4377 It Was Truly Not Simple

1At this moment, in the center of the hall stood a middle-aged man wearing a luxurious purple-red robe.

This middle-aged man had a beard and a muscular body that gave off a solemn aura.

"Sect Master, someone wants to see you. He claims to be Chen Shaofeng!" A short and fat old man with a scar on his face walked in front of the man and said respectfully.

When the man heard this, his eyes became incomparably deep, and his eyes flashed with an ice-cold light. His voice was a little hoarse as he asked: "What is his cultivation?!"

The old man respectfully replied: "This subordinate does not know. However, this subordinate feels that he is at the peak of the ninth level of the Divine Emperor Realm!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyebrows slightly raised and the killing intent in his eyes became even stronger.

At this moment, in his heart, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "How could this brat, Chen Shaofeng, come to my territory and even successfully win the first place? This brat is really not simple!"

This middle-aged man was the Clan Master of the Southern Desolate Clan, the Southern Desolate Qing. His cultivation had already broken through to the Fourth Sky of the Sacred Emperor Realm several years ago, and he was the strongest person in the entire Southern Desolate Domain.

The reason why he was so afraid of Chen Shaofeng was that a few years ago, the Southern Wasteland youth had exchanged blows with Chen Shaofeng. He had lost miserably and had a deep impression of Chen Shaofeng.

"Haha... Chen Shaofeng, I didn't expect you to have the guts to step into our Southern Wasteland City. Aren't you afraid of being hunted down by our Southern Wasteland Sect? "At this moment, a voice filled with ridicule sounded out in the palace.

Chen Shaofeng looked up and saw an ordinary-looking young man dressed in plain clothes looking at him with a playful expression.

"Who are you? How dare you be rude to our lord!" At this moment, the short and fat Disciplinary Elder's face revealed anger as he stared at the young man and shouted.

"Haha!" The young man laughed in disdain: "Who do you think you are? You are not worthy to speak to me!"

When Chen Shaofeng heard this, the anger on his face couldn't help but increase. He looked at the short and fat deacon and said indifferently: "Since that's the case, let's go!"

"Master, please calm down. Take care! "When the short and fat deacon heard this, he quickly stopped Chen Shaofeng and said with a smile:" My sect master said that if you come to visit, he will invite you to his mansion for a chat!"

"Oh, what business does your sect master have with me?" Chen Shaofeng asked curiously.

The short and fat deacon said, "I'm not sure about that. It's just that my Sect Master said that you will know when you go there!"

"Alright, let's go!" Hearing that, Chen Shaofeng could only nod his head.

Chen Shaofeng and the short and fat deacon arrived at the largest and most luxurious house in the Southern Desolations City.

This was an ancient building made of yellow rosewood. At the main entrance of the building, there were two stone lions. They were mighty and domineering, giving off a solemn and solemn feeling.

When Chen Shaofeng entered the house, he saw a middle-aged man in a gray-white robe waiting at the door. He was thin and weak, and his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life. He seemed to be extremely old.

This person looked to be around forty to fifty years old, and his face was filled with wrinkles.

However, he had the terrifying aura of the Eighth Sky of the Sacred Emperor Realm. It was obvious that this person wasn't older than sixty and was an old monster.

"Greetings, Brother Chen. You are finally here. I am the Southern Wasteland Qing. Welcome to our Southern Wasteland Sect!" When the Southern Wasteland Qing saw Chen Shaofeng's arrival, it immediately cupped its fists and greeted him with a smile.

Seeing that, Chen Shaofeng frowned slightly, and a sense of vigilance rose in his heart. The strength of this Southern Wasteland Sect Master was unfathomable. He was really worried that the other party would have some scheme, so he revealed a smile on his face and said: "So it's the Sect Master of the Southern Wasteland Sect. Nice to meet you!"

Hearing this, the Southern Wasteland youth let out a sigh of relief in his heart. This Chen Shaofeng was indeed smart, he actually knew his own master.

"Brother Chen, quickly come in!" The Southern Wasteland Qing hurriedly extended his hand and invited Chen Shaofeng to take a seat.

Chen Shaofeng did not refuse and walked towards the living room with large strides.

There were already a lot of people sitting in the living room.

Some of them looked familiar, while some of them were strangers. They all had different degrees of injuries, but none of them were in danger.

Chen Shaofeng's gaze swept across these people, his face revealing a puzzled expression as he thought to himself: "Could it be that during this period of time, I am no longer in the Southern Wasteland Sect, and something big has happened here?"

Thinking about this, he said to the Southern Wasteland's Qing: "Sect Master of the Southern Wasteland, why did you call me here?"

Hearing that, the smile on the Southern Wasteland's face became even wider: "Hehe, Brother Chen is indeed powerful, to be able to guess what I am going to tell you so quickly!"

His gaze swept across the people present, and he said in a deep voice: "Today, this Sect Master has gathered everyone here to deal with you in order to discuss a plan to deal with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the rest of the people revealed expressions of anger. Pairs of resentful gazes stared at Chen Shaofeng.

"Hmph, Chen Shaofeng, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless. You killed so many geniuses of our Southern Wasteland Sect, yet you still dare to come here. Today, we will make you beg for death. We will make you die a miserable death and bury you with our sect's dead disciples! "Three men and women in blood-red clothes stood up, looked at Chen Shaofeng with ferocious faces, and shouted.

"Haha!" When Chen Shaofeng heard this, he couldn't help but sneer, "The three of you are all at the Second Empyrean of the Saint Emperor Realm, yet you still want to kill me? What a fool's dream!"

"Junior, don't be so arrogant!" The man in the blood red armor coldly shouted, a bloodthirsty look flowing in his eyes.

"You talk too much nonsense!" When Chen Shaofeng heard this, the displeasure on his face disappeared in a flash, and was replaced by a trace of sinister killing intent.

"Little bastard, you actually dare to scold this young master!" The red-armored man roared in anger.

Chen Shaofeng ignored him, and instead looked at the Southern Wasteland Green, and laughed: "I wonder what plan the Southern Wasteland Sect Master has for dealing with me?"

The Southern Wasteland Qing looked at him, and his eyes flashed with a sinister light as he said: "Chen Shaofeng, I advise you to obediently surrender, so as to avoid any physical pain!"

Hearing that, Chen Shaofeng could not help but laugh out loud, his smile was extremely exaggerated.

"Little bastard, what are you laughing at?" The red armored man looked at Chen Shaofeng and shouted unhappily.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you teach me a lesson?!" Hearing that, Chen Shaofeng retorted coldly.

"Good, you stinking brat, I'll kill you!" Being humiliated by Chen Shaofeng like this, the red-armored man was so angry that his face turned red.

Chen Shaofeng ignored him, and continued to laugh:" I advise you to take care of yourself first. I advise you not to talk too much, lest you anger me. If I am unhappy, I will cut off your tongue!"

- From [Miggle]

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