Chapter 169: The Master of the Saint Demon
“It’s that pair of master and servant!” Zheng Yuan pointed at Lu Yiping and the Dragon Horned Golden Bull on the distant peaks.
Ma Xilai’s eyes were cold, “Daring to kill my Ma family’s disciples, not knowing whether to live or die! Have you found out where they came from?”
Zheng Yuan hurriedly replied, “Not yet; however, they should not be from our Heavenly Devil Domain.”
Ye Zimo’s voice was indifferent: “Whatever their origins, just exterminate them, and then find out the families and clans behind them, and then exterminate them all.”
Ma Xilai nodded and said to Zheng Yuan and Dai Wanjiang, “Go ahead, bring me their heads!” Then added, “When you do it later, don’t crush them all at once.”
“Yes, please don’t worry, Lord Ma Xilai.” Zheng Yuan, Dai Wanjiang, and others said in a respectful voice, and the two led a group of experts from the Vajra Sect to fly towards Lu Yiping and the Dragon Horned Golden Bull’s place.
When the surrounding people saw this, they all looked toward Lu Yiping and the Dragon Horned Golden Bull.
In the blink of an eye, Zheng Yuan, Dai Wanjiang and a group of Vajra Sect experts came to the top of the mountain where Lu Yiping and the Dragon Horned Golden Bull were located and landed down.
Seeing Zheng Yuan, Dai Wanjiang, and other Vajra Sect experts come over, the Dragon Horned Golden Bull took out the Kun Peng divine beast, like playing baseball, holding the Kun Peng divine beast in his right hand, constantly slapping his left hand palm, making a ball swinging posture.
Zheng Yuan, Dai Wanjiang, and others looked at the fish in the hands of the Dragon Horned Golden Bull in confusion. What the hell was this strong man doing there with a small fish?
“Are you the ones who killed my disciple Ma Fei?” Zheng Yuan was cold.
“Why talk so much nonsense with them.” Dai Wanjiang spoke coldly and fiercely smacked his palm toward Lu Yiping and the Dragon Horned Golden Bull.
The power of the realm rolled and swept across the sky.
This Dai Wanjiang was clearly a Plane Lord, and the power of the Plane had already been cultivated to over two million
However, just as Dai Wanjiang struck, the Kun Peng divine Beast in the Dragon Horned Golden Bull’s hand suddenly became many times larger, as big as a small mountain.
The Dragon Horned Golden Bull took the Kun Peng Divine Beast and swung it out like a baseball bat
When the Dragon Horned Golden Bull swung out, the terrifying sound wave whistled, and before Dai Wanjiang could react to what was going on, he was instantly swung.
At once, he felt an invincible giant hit him.
When the Vajra Sect people reacted, they saw that the place where Dai Wanjiang was standing was empty; Dai Wanjiang had disappeared.
Everyone raised their eyes and looked around, but they didn’t see Dai Wanjiang’s figure.
Not only the people of the Vajra Sect were dumbfounded, even the surrounding powerful figures were also dumbfounded.
Ye Zimo and Ma Xilai were also dumbfounded.
The two of them unfolded their divine souls, but they did not sense Dai Wanjiang’s aura either.
Heavenly Scorpion Mountain was quiet for a while.
The sound wave from the Kun Peng divine Beast’s swinging blow was still rolling, sweeping over one mountain after another.
The Dragon Horned Golden Bull retracted the Kun Peng divine Beast from where Dai Wanjiang was standing, and then with another swing, the sound wave once again resounded through the Heavenly Scorpion Mountain.
At once, the Vajra Sect Patriarch disappeared without a trace. In the distant sky, a group of experts flying towards the Heavenly Scorpion Mountain, suddenly saw a figure shooting in, and with a terrifying sound wave, panicked and dodged.
The crowd was able to dodge, and the sound wave brushed past. The group of experts only felt a chill down their backs and were shocked.
“The one that just went past seems to be the Vajra Sect Patriarch?” One of them gulped down.
“You saw it wrong, right?”
Wrong?
“Maybe I was mistaken.”
The people continued to fly towards Heavenly Scorpion Mountain.
Only the crowd had just not taken a few steps when they saw another figure shooting with a rolling sound wave.
Once again, the crowd dodged away in fear.
“It’s the Vajra Sect Ancestor Dai Wanjiang?!”
This time, many people saw it.
While in the Heavenly Scorpion Mountain, the Dragon Horned Golden Bull kept waving the Kun Peng divine Beast.
The Dragon Horned Golden Bull was extremely fast, one after another.
Seven people were already gone when the Vajra Sect experts reacted on the ground.
All the Vajra Sect experts reacted, looked at the Dragon Horned Golden Bull, and fled in horror.
Seeing the Vajra Sect experts scattered and fleeing, the Dragon Horned Golden Bull smiled. The Kun Peng divine beast in his hand once again became much larger, becoming a large mountain so big, and then a sweep.
The 100 or so experts of the Vajra Sect who fled were all swept away. Not a single one was missed.
The Kun Peng divine beast in the hands of the Dragon Horned Golden Bull shrank continuously and became back to the size of the palm of his hand.
In the distance, the Night Soul Clan, the Ma Clan, and all the major powers around all looked with fear at the small fish in the hands of the Dragon Horned Golden Bull, which was as straight as a dead body.
“That little fish seems to be Kun Peng’s divine beast?” An old ancestor of the Ma family had a stiff tongue.
At first, nobody could recognize it, but just now when the Dragon Horned Golden Bull made the Kun Peng divine Beast as big as a big mountain, the crowd finally saw some outlines of the Kun Peng divine Beast.
“Kun Peng divine Beast? It can’t be the Kun Peng Divine Beast one, right?” An old ancestor of the Night Soul Clan said.
In the entire Eternal Source, only the Nine Heavens Kun Peng Divine Sect has a Kun Peng divine beast, and I have not heard of other sects.
Ye Zimo and Ma Xilai were shaken.
Kun Peng divine Sect, that one?
Then this blue-shirted young man is?
“Master of the Saint Demon, Lu Yiping!” Ye Zimo’s voice trembled.
Master of the Saint Demon, Lu Yiping!
The Night Soul Clan and the Ma Clan’s experts face changed dramatically.
In the battle of Kun Peng Divine Clan, Lu Yiping crushed and leveled the Kun Peng Divine Sect.
And Lu Yiping as the Saint Demon Master identity was also exposed.
So, now, the Thunder Punishment Ancestor Lu Yiping has an additional title, that is, the Master of the Saint Demon.
Lu Yiping suddenly looked over and glanced at the Night Soul Clan and the Ma Clan experts.
The Night Soul Clan and the Ma Clan experts were terrified, Lu Yiping single-handedly captured Ye Zimo and Ma Xilai up and landed in front of him.
Lu Yiping looked at Ye Zimo, “You just said that you would destroy me and then destroy my family and clan?”
Ye Zimo, who was originally rolling with demonic qi and wearing a black hood that covered half of his face, now had his entire body’s demonic qi dissipated, and even the hood on his head was nowhere to be found, revealing a pale, wrinkled face.
His eyes were incomparably frightened, “Lord Lu, I did not know it was you. Spare my life!” There were actually tears in his eyes.
The Night Soul Clan Ye Zimo, an existence comparable to the original Thunder Ancestor Lei Yu, now, had tears in his eyes.
As for Ma Xilai, he stood there, motionless, and seemed to be frozen.
“Spare your life?” Lu Yiping said indifferently, “If I were weak, would you spare my life?” After saying that, he pointed into the empty air and saw all kinds of divine thunder blasting down from the high altitude like a raging heavenly river.
Ye Zimo, Ma Xilai, and the Night Soul Clan, the Ma family of experts were all submerged by the divine lightning.
When the divine lightning dissipated, the Night Soul Clan, and Ma family experts all disappeared without a trace.
At this time, in the distant sky, there was a huge chariot.
On the body of the chariot, the words ” War Heaven” were written!
The word “War Heaven” was glowing and filled with the might of War Heaven. The people of War Heaven City had finally arrived.
On top of the huge chariot sat an imposing young man.
After the huge chariot, a group of War Heaven City experts rode a colorful nine-eyed black tiger.