Heaven-devouring Sword Emperor

In the air, the young man was no longer as carefree and arrogant as before. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest caved in, and he fell to the ground in a sorry state.    

Clang! Clang!    

His Long Sword had also been broken into two pieces. When it fell to the ground, it emitted a clear sound.    

Everyone looked at this scene in shock. Their hearts began to beat with the thought of retreating.    

Their goal in coming to the Purple Sun Sect was to improve the cultivation level and become a powerful warrior who could dominate a region.    

Now that the Purple Sun Sect had almost been annihilated, they would obviously scatter like monkeys when the tree falls. The Purple Sun Sect would no longer be their base of operations in the future...    

They could only think of other ways to go...    

Everyone left far away.    

However, most of them hid far away and did not leave. The scene that happened here shocked and puzzled them, but at the same time, they also felt their blood boiling.    

Loong Che's powerful technique and unparalleled destructive force had deeply stimulated their nerves.    

This kind of expert seemed to be the kind of person they wanted to become.    

"Puchi!"    

At this moment, the young man who had fallen to the ground finally recovered his senses.    

His eyes were filled with dense doubt. Waves of intense pain was transmitted from his chest, causing him to be repeatedly shocked.    

When he saw the Long Sword being broken into two pieces, his eyes were filled with disbelief.    

"Zhu Lang's sword... was... broken?"    

This unbelievable scene had really happened. It was as if a bomb had exploded in his heart, catching him off guard.    

"I don't care who you are. There will only be one outcome for you if you stop me from taking revenge. Die!"    

At this moment, Loong Che was standing with his hands behind his back with his head held high and chest puffed out.    

A sense of pride seemed to have erupted from his soul, causing one's soul to be shaken.    

"What kind of martial arts did you learn? It's actually powerful to such an extent!"    

The young man looked at Loong Che with a puzzled look, his face full of horror.    

"I have no grudges with you. You only have yourself to blame for what happened today. It's only natural for me to teach you a lesson."    

Loong Che simply ignored his words, "If you are stubborn, then I don't mind burying you outside the Purple Sun Sect today."    

These extremely cold words came out of Loong Che's mouth, causing the disciple's face to twitch.    

As a disciple of the Southern Xia Martial Palace, to come to such a small place and be ridiculed like this was something that had never happened to him before.    

However, in his heart... However, although he was unwilling to accept it, his skills were inferior to his opponent's.    

If it weren't for his quick reaction at the crucial moment, the ghost-like saber would have pierced through his heart long ago!    

"Crack! Crack!"    

The young man's face was ashen as he gritted his teeth. Hatred appeared in his heart.    

However, he did not attack again.    

A wise man who knew the situation was a wise man. Today, he could still see that he wasn't a match for Loong Che. If he was really stubborn and stubborn, he was afraid that he might die here today.    

"Swoosh!"    

He took a deep breath and secretly sealed the injuries in his body. After that, he leapt up and flew onto the back of the four-winged lion. With a sudden clap of his palm, the four-winged lion let out a long roar and soared into the sky.    

In the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the horizon.    

However, a voice filled with intense hatred was transmitted from the distant horizon like muffled thunder.    

"I, Zhu Lang, will remember today's score! In the future, I will burn your bones and scatter your ashes!"