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43 Emperor-to-be Patriarch, Slaughtering Saints with a Flipping Hand

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With his white hair fluttering in the wind, an old man appeared from the void.

He had a kind smile on his face, but…if an old monster that had existed for ten thousand years saw this, he would definitely be scared out of his wits.

Who wouldn't be shocked when the invincible Saint from 10,000 years ago reappeared? Who wouldn't be terrified?

The two Grand Elders behind the Fang Clan's Patriarch chuckled.

"That's right. Now, everyone wants to step on our Fang family twice. If we old fellows don't stand up, I'm afraid that in the future, anyone who sees the Fang family's disciples will go up and give them two slaps.”

"Fang Clan... Patriarch?" The Second Elder's pupils constricted, and his expression changed drastically.

Countless divine senses rushed over, wanting to investigate, but in the end... they were like mud flowing into the sea. He was just like an ordinary old man.

In his heart, he became even more fearful.

"Hmph, so what if it's the Fang Clan's Patriarch? How dare the three of them act so presumptuously in my Saint Weapon Pavilion?”

"I hope you're not mistaken, old thing. It was your Fang Clan's heir who killed my young pavilion master.”

The elders sneered without fear. They had six Sages on their side.

"Hahaha, isn't Forefather Buhui's words too serious? With you here, who would dare to be disrespectful to the Fang family?”Another bright voice sounded in the void.

A shadow flashed and a middle-aged man appeared. He was dressed in luxurious clothes and his deep black eyes seemed to see through everything. He was domineering and looked down on the world.

Looking down, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"However, the people of the Saint Artifact Pavilion are indeed a little insensible. Don't they know how to respect the old and love the young?”

He had been quite confused about the destruction of the Sage Tool Pavilion, but now, it seemed like he deserved to die.

He even dared to scold this ten-thousand-year-old antique. He really didn't know how to f * cking write the word 'death'.

When this person started his massacre back then, you bunch of bastards were still playing with mud.

Then, he bowed to the Fang family's patriarch and the other two."Ye Xuan, the Second Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace, greets Patriarch Buhui and the two Grand Elders.”

His tone was extremely respectful and he didn't dare to be negligent. Who knew what kind of great terror was hidden in the peerless figure from 10,000 years ago?

"There's no need to be so polite. This time, our goal is the same.”

The Third Elder's expression changed as well. He was a little pale.

"This…even Ye Xuan is here? Including the three Saints of the Heavenly Palace, there were a total of six. This matter…was probably not going to end well.”

"Someone, quickly send a message to the pavilion master. The Saint Artifact Pavilion is in a life-and-death crisis.”

His expression darkened as he sighed. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have been so unyielding back then.

Now, only Nangong Wentian and the others could save them.

The twelve Saints…could even kill these people here!

At that time, it was definitely not impossible for him to counterattack.

Although it might be awkward and he might even hand over his power to the Second Elder, none of that mattered.

Right now, they were only one step away from death. If they didn't put down their pride now, not to mention their pride, they would even lose their lives later!

He believed that Nangong Wentian, who had always been soft-hearted, would turn around.

"Brother Ye is right. I agree. Wuya of the Nine Suns Holy Land greets Forefather Wuhui, the second palace lord, and the grand elders.”

Shock flashed across the Second Elder's eyes.

He had never expected that the Fang Clan would send someone of the level of an ancestor. Furthermore…the Heavenly Palace had also sent a super important figure, the cauldron bearer of this era, the Heavenly Palace's number one combat force on the surface, Ye Xuan.

Nine Yang Holy Land also had an invincible existence, Meng Wu Ya…3,000 years ago, he broke the heavens with a single blade and became a Saint.

"Second Elder! There was news from the front that the branches in the vast Great Desolate, the northwest Canglang Region, and the Eastern Continent had all been destroyed!”

"Moreover, the other branches of our pavilion are also gradually being destroyed. We have lost more than ten billion spirit stones!”

"The three clans have declared war on the Sage Tool Pavilion!!!”

Countless elders panicked. At this moment, they suddenly regretted it.

In just one day…In just one day, hundreds of branches of the Sage Tool Pavilion had been uprooted. At this rate, they would be the only ones left in the Sage Tool Pavilion in less than three days.

"How is this possible? Our Saint Weapon Pavilion has branches all over the continent. How could the three of them pull them all out in one day?”

"No, this must be false information. Even a transcending power can't have such a mighty might!”

None of the elders believed that this information was true.

The Sage Tool Pavilion had been developing for a thousand years and was once known as the strongest sect.

"Quickly activate the Mountain Protection Array!"

The Second Elder's expression changed drastically. The terrifying pressure pressed down on the Saint Weapon Pavilion.

The all-rounded encirclement even made him feel a trace of powerlessness.

To be able to make a Saint feel powerless…how terrifying was that?

All of this was because of the youth called Fang Chen.

He began to regret. Why did he force Nangong Wentian away?

Why did he say that he wanted revenge and take the opportunity to expand the Saint Artifact Chamber?

If none of this had happened, he might have been able to survive.

"Fang Chen, Fang Chen, hahahahaha, I didn't expect that I would be defeated by a young boy after roaming the world for half my life.”The Second Elder had gone completely insane.

This was Emperor Pressure!

In this world, it was impossible for a great emperor to appear. In that case... the Fang Clan Patriarch would be an Emperor-to-be.

A group of so-called Sages wanted to fight against Emperor-to-be?

Even though Nangong Wentian and the others were still there, the Saint Artifact Pavilion did not resist at all.

He finally understood the word 'foundation'.

Everything was indeed within his control, but he had neglected his foundation and neglected the importance of Fang Chen.

"Rumble!"

The array formed by endless spiritual energy was destroyed in an instant. Countless ancient array symbols turned into broken fragments that danced in the sky.

The shattering of the formation indicated the disappearance of a huge force.

"So what if he's an Emperor-to-be? How could the millions of disciples of the Saint Weapon Pavilion be inferior to an Emperor-to-be?”The Third Elder's expression was ferocious. He gathered the strength of countless disciples and prepared to fight.

However, in the next second, an old man with white hair that fluttered in the wind appeared in front of him.

He said kindly,"I, Sun Fangchen, shouldn't cause much trouble, right?" The rules set by the Sage Tool Pavilion, the bet you made, and in the end, you still tried to escape and got killed on the spot.”

"I wonder if this old man is right?”

" No, that's right..." The Third Elder stuttered in fear. His face was pale and his body trembled. His physical body was trapped in the void and could not move.

"Since that's the case, are you still going to force me to use the eight Saints to set up a trap again and prepare to kill my innocent grandfather and grandson?”

"Jin Fan is so confident because your Saint Tool Pavilion is behind him. Do you deserve to die?”

"We should, we should die…No, we shouldn't die. We don't even know about this.”The Third Elder was in a daze, but he immediately reacted and shouted. He did not have the demeanor of a saint.

The Fang Clan Patriarch smiled.”

"A million disciples? You're just an ant."

"Whoever dares to touch the most dazzling genius of our Fang Clan must be prepared to be exterminated!”

His right hand gently swept across the air, and a stream of light flashed. The void shattered, and a bloody light appeared!

A Saint had fallen!

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