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Zhou Zhong Li was trembling with rage as he pointed at Su Wence with his finger.1

Suddenly, he rushed forward with all his might and was about to pounce towards Su Wenzi!

Cheng Qing frowned as he stomped on Zhou Zhong Li's back, crushing him to the ground. Seeing that the man was vomiting blood and no longer able to move, Cheng Qing then retracted his leg.

Su Wence's eyes lit up. She quickly stepped forward and ruthlessly crushed Zhou Zhongli's face with her foot.

"Old thief?" Are you convinced? " Su Wenzi turned his feet and smirked, "In the end, I still won!"

Zhou Zhongli tried to push Su Wence's foot away but to no avail. He growled twice and was about to curse.

When he saw that Zhou Zhong Li was about to curse, Su Ming could no longer hold it in. He took a step forward and stabbed his sword through the man's chest, nailing him to the ground.

Zhou Zhong Li's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't utter a word. When Su Ming pulled back his sword, Zhou Zhongli was lying in a pool of blood. He spasmed like a dead fish for a while before he breathed his last.

The death of such a disgusting old man was a great joy to the heart. Not only Cheng Qing, but many of the disciples of the Thousand-Jue Sect also revealed a happy expression.

Having dealt with Zhou Zhongli, Cheng Qing walked up to Lee Jundu, lowered his head and carefully examined him. Lee Jundu pushed away Li Yue, who was trying to bandage his wound. He clenched his bloody teeth and glared at Cheng Qing.

This ambitious Sect Master, a fifth-level Conviction Realm expert, was still unable to accept that his fate was in the hands of a little kid of the eighth level of the Xumi Stage.

Cheng Qing understood the look in Li Jundu's eyes, and only sneered in response. He didn't even have the mood to explain.

The victor does not need to explain anything to the loser.

Truth be told, it was illogical to say that a sect of the eighth level of the Xumi Stage, which had a hundred Conviction Realm cultivators and the highest cultivation level was third level Conviction Realm.

However, to Cheng Qing, the rule of common sense was used to break the iron law, not 100%.

Apart from anything else, Li Muhao's true realm was absolutely above the third level of the Conviction Realm.

When he had recruited disciples from the Tranquil Sky Sect, he had controlled a cultivation base of the third level of the Desire Prison Realm, which meant that he was confident that he could control a cultivator of that level.

After this battle, Cheng Qing himself would be able to advance to the ninth level of the Xumi Stage. This was the benefit provided by the cultivation technique and the medicinal bath of Pill King Valley. As long as there was a battle and his Essence was constantly tempered, his cultivation realm would increase very quickly.

Naturally, when compared to those monstrous geniuses like Lin Xin, Wei Xiangzi, and the others who could continuously break through, Cheng Qing was still far from being a match for them. In the An Tian Sect, there were geniuses who had broken through to the third level in ten days. Cheng Qing sometimes felt that his cultivation level was rising too slowly.

"Who the hell are you?!" Li Junming asked word by word.

"The Sovereign of the Tranquil Sky Sect, Cheng Qing." Cheng Qing had regained his looks in front of Li Jundu.

Li Junming didn't know what to say.

He naturally knew about the Tranquil Sky Sect. He had also heard of Chen Qing, but he just couldn't understand why Chen Qing would disguise himself as Su Chen, infiltrate the Thousand Killing Sect, and even go against him.

"Can you spare my father?" Li Jun looked pleadingly at Cheng Qing.

Cheng Qing fell silent.

Li Jundu must die.

Lee Junta suddenly burst out laughing. He was extremely bold as he struggled to sit up cross-legged. He shook his sleeves and the grand master's demeanor returned to him.

He said to Chen Qing in a neither humble nor haughty manner, "If you win, I have nothing else to say." The victor is the king and the loser is the thief. I have long been mentally prepared for this. This was the martial arts world of cultivators. One success would bring about ten thousand bones and one loss would bring about ten thousand dried up bones. I could have been a general, but I accidentally became a skeleton. You can do it! "

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