Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
More and more martial artists gathered in the capital of Great Qian.
Some were the elites of the righteous sects, some were the rising stars of the demonic path, and some were itinerant cultivators who had risen to fame…
The entire capital of Great Qian instantly became lively.
The noise in the Imperial City's teahouse was endless and did not stop for a long time.
"Humph, really, all kinds of ghosts and monsters dare to come and join in the fun.”
The cold and arrogant male voice was mixed with a hint of disdain and mockery.
The Jianghu people who had just stepped into the teahouse were about to draw their swords and get angry when they suddenly avoided them as if they had seen a ferocious beast.
"Wind Lightning Pavilion! Flaming Saber Zhang Yan!"
Zhang Yan raised his head arrogantly. The edges of his gorgeous brocade sleeves were embroidered with the Wind Lightning Pavilion's unique Wind Lightning Runes.
The Wind Lightning Pavilion was a first-rate faction in the pugilistic world.
It was rumored that there was a peak Xiantian Wind Lightning Ancestor guarding the depths of the Wind Lightning Pavilion. He was only half a step away from reaching the peak.
The Wind Lightning Pavilion was located in the Qing Province of the Great Qian Dynasty. The standards for recruiting sect disciples were strict.
It had a pivotal position in the territory of Qingzhou.
It was not an exaggeration to say that the imperial edict of the Great Gan Empire might not even be more influential than the Wind Lightning Pavilion's orders.
Raging Flame Saber Zhang Yan was an outstanding figure among the Wind Lightning Pavilion's disciples of the same generation. His early First Rate martial realm could be said to be the best of his generation.
He was only second to the current eldest senior brother of the Wind Lightning Pavilion, Wang Zun.
"Zhang Yan, why are you here?"
"Where is your Wind Lightning Pavilion's Senior Brother Wang Zun?”
"Didn't he make an appointment with that fellow from Raindrop Tower to hold a decisive battle that would attract the attention of the world at the summit of Great Gan Imperial City?”
The black-robed young man sitting in the corner of the Imperial City's teahouse revealed a wicked smile, as if he was mocking Wang Zun for overestimating his own strength.
Hearing this, Zhang Yan could not help but hold his breath.
"You don't have to worry about that. My Wind Lightning Sect has a peak Xiantian old ancestor.”
Zhang Yan retracted the sneer and disdain on his face and snorted coldly.
The black-robed young man did not continue speaking, as if he had tacitly agreed with Zhang Yan's words.
Yang Qi, who was hiding in a corner, picked up the teacup and lightly narrowed his eyes to savor the rich tea fragrance that bloomed on his tongue and taste buds.
He had endured for nearly two years and was finally going to reap the fruits of success today.
" Bloody Massacre Sect…Patriarch Bloody Massacre…Great Qian Dynasty's new emperor…Hehe…Ridiculous…"
The corners of Yang Qi's mouth slowly curled up into an obscure arc.
Since there was the joy of revenge and the joy of toying with everyone.
He knew that his methods were not very brilliant.
But so what?
The Blood Kill Sect Patriarch had gone berserk, and all the members of the Blood Kill Sect headquarters had been killed.
The Blood Massacre Ancestor wanted to avenge his beloved grandson.
Even though he suspected that it was a trap, he still overestimated his ability and challenged the new emperor of Da Qian.
The old eunuch in the Great Qian Imperial Palace had finally broken through to the Higher Heaven realm, but he was about to be killed by the Blood Massacre Patriarch.
At this moment, the Blood Massacre Patriarch had long lost his mind due to the killing intent from the Blood Massacre Technique. His combat strength was likely to increase by another level.
"When Da Qian is in chaos, I should go somewhere else.”
Yang Qi secretly planned the follow-up plan, as if he was away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
Just as everyone in the teahouse was talking like a river.
The dust cloud suddenly quieted down.
A murderous and bloody aura swept across the earth like a violent wind.
Everyone couldn't help but touch their skin, and their hair stood on end.
"Is this the Blood Slaughter Patriarch, the number one person below the Xiantian realm?”
"The martial arts expert ranked 16th on the Great Qian Power Chart.”
"Starting from him, the top 15 of the Great Qian Power Chart are all Xiantian Realm martial arts experts.”
The Blood Massacre Patriarch's old body was hunched over, and his withered arms were dragging a thick rope. At the end of the rope was a blood coffin.
The blood coffin was bright red in color, and pungent blood kept seeping out from the bottom of the blood coffin.
The Blood Massacre Patriarch's eyes were red, as if he was already delirious.
There was no lack of daring people in the martial world.
"You're the bloody patriarch?”
The bearded man held his Zhanmadao and twisted his thick arms. His bones and muscles were cracking.
He looked at the Blood Massacre Patriarch's small arms and legs in disdain, and then glanced at the frightened expressions of the martial artists in disdain.
"Which sect is this disciple from? He's actually so brave?”
"You even dare to stop the Blood Massacre Patriarch!"
"Is he crazy?"
"And what does that look of disdain mean?”
Even Zhang Yan stood up from his seat and stared at the burly man in disbelief.
After a while.
"He's not a disciple of a sect, but a butcher in our village. Who said that we would bring him here to see the world?”
"Uh, I said that, but I didn't ask him to court death!”
"He isn't even a Martial Artist. Isn't he afraid of the Blood Kill Patriarch's aura?”
"Maybe it's because I've killed too many pigs, so it's become commonplace.”
"What should we do now?"
"Salad."
When Zhang Yan heard the words of the martial artist, he immediately lost interest and returned to his seat.
He was not even a martial artist.
This fool.
"Scram, I don't kill nameless people!”
The Blood Massacre Patriarch's red eyes revealed a hint of disdain, as if killing the other party would dirty his hands.
He probably heard the conversation between the people in the teahouse and learned of the butcher's identity.
Who knew that the butcher would wipe the butcher knife and look sideways.”
After saying that.
He held the butcher knife and rushed forward.
During this period of time.
He was even in the mood to look at the shocked junior sister of a certain righteous sect in the teahouse.
The Blood Massacre Patriarch's mouth twitched unconsciously.
"Get lost!"
A terrifying roar sounded.
The running butcher bled from his seven orifices, and his eyes popped out as he fell to the ground and died.
The Blood Massacre Patriarch crushed the butcher's head as if he was stepping on an ant. He roared at the Imperial City," Emperor Qian, get out here!"”
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