Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

Dong Hualong, who was sitting on the soft chair, suddenly opened his eyes. His murky eyes were filled with an undetectable coldness. He then opened his mouth and spoke in a low voice which spread far and wide.    

    

"Zuo Sect Master, since you've come, there's no need to hide. The person who has come is a guest. After all, we are both part of the Punishment God …"    

    

"Pui!" You dare to call yourself a person from the Punishment God? "    

    

A lion-like roar sounded out in the great hall, as seven to eight silhouettes appeared in everyone's line of sight.    

    

The leader was an old man with a head full of grey hair and a face full of killing intent. He walked with large strides, and every move he made contained a boundless might that seemed as if it could rule the world.    

    

It was Wei Nan, who had turned into the Ninth Guard.    

    

The six women who followed him were the same type of girl. The only one that everyone recognized was Liu Ruyan, who was one of the original 24 War Hall General.    

    

Even though the Punishment God had been split for a long time, with two factions suffering countless casualties due to enmity, there were still countless people standing in the hall. However, none of them were impulsive, as they were still suppressed by Wei Nan's Sect Master's imposing manner.    

    

The group of seven had fearless expressions as they sat on the chairs closest to the altar. One of them, a woman with a delicate face, had a frosty expression as she quickly carried Han Guoer in her arms with murderous intent shooting out from her eyes.    

    

Dong Hualong did not stop what Wei Nan and the others did, nor did he order anyone to do anything. From his point of view, it was simply unnecessary because all of them were already dead.    

    

"Zong Jiu Shou, I didn't expect you to still be so loyal. I really want to ask, where did your confidence come from? You actually barged into my Punishment God headquarters alone."    

    

"Pfft, old dog, this Punishment God Headquarters is a person from the Punishment God. If not for a bastard like you, you would think that you could do whatever you want just by joining the Mutant. You won't be rampant for long."    

    

Suddenly, a moan came from the hall. Han Guoer, who had originally been unconscious, opened her eyes, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall.    

    

Dong Hualong's expression slightly changed, he did not expect this woman to be able to break the Heavenly Man Alliance's special technique, while the middle-aged woman beside him had a gloomy expression.    

    

"Left Sect Master, this is..."    

    

Dong Hualong suddenly asked. He wasn't worried at all. Whether or not Zong Jiu Shou came or didn't, it was all part of his plan. If he didn't come, then he would be lucky. If he didn't, then death awaited him.    

    

Wei Nan didn't respond. Instead, he looked at Han Guoer with concern.    

    

Han Guoer quickly regained her senses, and instantly saw the situation before her. Originally, with her fighting strength, normal people would have no chance of capturing her, but who would have thought that she would suddenly be attacked by Secret Arts, and a few experts were able to hold her back in an instant.    

    

She didn't say anything. Her whole body was slightly tense. An intense murderous aura emanated from her, causing many people to look over. Han Guoer had already been through the training in the Killing Domain, not panicking in the face of such a situation.    

    

However, most of the gazes still turned towards Ouyang Qingcheng, who was beside Han Guoer. She looked too beautiful, like an ancient fairy from the ancient times.    

    

Ouyang Qingcheng was still dressed in her snow-white dress, her hair tied up in an ancient bun. She looked dignified, dignified, and of a noble character. She exuded a noble and elegant aura that no one else could touch, and anyone who saw her would be able to tell that she was extraordinary.    

    

Seeing that Han Guoer not only did not show any signs of panic, but instead had a cold fighting spirit, Ouyang Qingcheng's eyes were filled with surprise. She felt slightly relieved and did not answer immediately when she heard the question.    

    

"Forbidden Land, Ouyang Qingcheng!"    

    

It was a very special name, but it was too fitting. It was impossible for anyone to not deeply remember her name. Such a graceful and beautiful woman was deeply engraved in the hearts of those who saw her for the first time.    

    

The most important thing was her background Forbidden Land!    

    

Perhaps a lot of people were paying attention to Ouyang Qingcheng's beauty and temperament, but at the same time, there were quite a few who knew of her origins.    

    

Dong Hualong was surprised. He had only heard of this name before, and had never seen this person before. Recently, it had been passed down in the Federation and he thought that it was very likely to be a helper hired by Zong Jiu Shou, but he never expected it to be someone from the forbidden area.    

    

No one knew exactly how powerful the forbidden area was, but there was no one who didn't know how powerful it was. This concept was deeply engraved in the minds of countless experts.    

    

Seeing that Wei Nan was deep in thought, the middle-aged woman sitting beside him smiled elegantly and said, "The successor of the forbidden area, Ouyang Qingcheng, is known by everyone in the Federation now. I wonder what Miss Ouyang is here for?"    

    

"Hur hur."    

    

Behind the Milky White Light Column, Ouyang Qingcheng looked ethereal and refined, but when she smiled, she looked at the middle-aged woman with undisguised disgust. This was not intentional, this was the most direct reaction of her heart, and the people in the forbidden area paid attention to training the heart.    

    

Ouyang Qingcheng was used to this kind of situation. She was very clear on the purpose of this visit and knew that it would definitely be a bloody battle. However, regardless of the location or the occasion, she did not need to hide her inner feelings.    

    

"Ha!" The middle-aged woman laughed, not caring at all, and continued, "According to what I know, Miss Ouyang is currently residing in Night Manor."    

    

"How is it?"    

    

The lightning runes on top of the Milky White Light Column slowly turned to the right as they projected tiny spots on Ouyang Qingcheng's slender body. Her white clothes fluttered about, giving her an indescribably agile and elegant appearance.    

    

"I wonder if Miss Ouyang's visit this time around represents Night Manor or is it?"    

    

"Then Great Deacon, do you represent Wind God Manor or some other organization?"    

    

Hearing this.    

    

The middle-aged woman's expression suddenly turned incomparably gloomy. She never expected that the other party could see through her pendant mask. One must know, they had only seen it once because of Yuwen Feng.    

    

If Ouyang Qingcheng only had the identity of Night Manor, she would naturally have countless ways to deal with it. But now, with the Forbidden Land, it would definitely not be a small problem, and even the powers behind her would have to be wary of her.    

    

At this time, Dong Hualong who was deep in thought just now suddenly spoke up, "She's still my Four Symbols guarding the Demon King's Punishment God!"    

    

Hearing this, not only did Wei Nan frown slightly, but the eighteen War Hall General, the elders and the deacons sitting by the front desk also changed their expressions at the same time.    

    

The core members of the upper echelons of the Punishment God knew that other than the twenty-four War Hall General, Punishment God had the Sixteen Coiling Mountain Protectors, the Eight Chief Vajra, and the Four Symbols guarding the Demon King. It was just that a long time ago, Punishment Lord Lehman had led the vast majority of the people and mysteriously disappeared.    

    

Now Dong Hualong actually said that the middle-aged woman was one of the Guardian Kings!    

    

Wei Nan obviously knew the inside story. He sneered, "You said that she is the Infernal King, so she is the Infernal King?"    

    

"Hehe, Zuo Sect Master is doubting my identity, right? "Hehehehehe …"    

    

The middle-aged woman's laughter reverberated in the hall, causing layers of invisible ripples to appear in the air. Before her voice had even finished echoing in the hall, the sound of cracking could be heard.    

    

The flat ground was like a cracked mirror, and the two terrifying cracks were like a twisting snake. With a speed visible to the naked eye, it snaked its way to Wei Nan and Ouyang Qingcheng's feet and barely stopped.    

    

Only the core members of the Punishment God knew that whether it was the 24 War Hall General or the 16 Coiling Mountain Protector, they all had their own Secret Martial Skill.    

    

The four protectors of the Secret Martial Skill were the dragon's roar, lion's roar, tiger cry, and phoenix cry!    

    

The move that the middle-aged woman had revealed just now was obviously the Phoenix's Cry skill from the Four Symbols protecting the Infernal King.    

    

Everyone present could not help but take in a breath of cold air. The core members on the front platform instantly changed their gazes towards the middle-aged woman. Although they had Mutant Seed s in their bodies, they did not belong to the Heavenly Man Alliance.    

    

In fact, in their hearts, these people still viewed them as people from the Punishment God. In their eyes, the split of Punishment God was only a matter of factions being different with different ideologies, but their goals were the same, all in order to make the Punishment God stronger and stronger.    

    

Therefore, even if both sides were fighting to the death, no one dared to act rashly when Wei Nan showed up. After all, Zuo Sect Master's identity was there.    

    

It was the same now. Although there was still Sect Master above the Four Symbols, his battle prowess was definitely not lower than Sect Master. Otherwise, why would he be called the Guardian Demon King?    

    

Guard, represents strength. Infernal King, represents killing!    

    

Although Wei Nan was shocked, he did not move at all. However, his eyebrows furrowed even more, and Ouyang Qingcheng's charming face became even more serious. Even in the forbidden area, the legendary Sound Domain Secret Skill like this was extremely rare.    

    

"Is Zuo Sect Master still doubting her identity?"    

    

Seeing Wei Nan's shocked expression, a smile immediately emerged on Dong Hualong's gloomy face. There was a reason why he was unwilling to make a move.    

    

One, kill two birds with one stone. Take away Han Guoer to lure Wei Nan and his subordinates and finish them off in one fell swoop.    

    

Of course, if he did not come, he would not make a mistake. After opening the space of lightning, Dong Hualong would cultivate the Secret Skill and sit in the position of Punishment Lord. There would no longer be a place for Liu Tie.    

    

Secondly, they were still waiting for two experts invited by the Wind God Manor. These two were no ordinary experts, but experts who specialized in cultivating their perception. Only in this way would they be able to discover and open the key to the Thunder Mark in Han Guoer's brain.    

    

Third, there was originally no third, but after Ouyang Qingcheng revealed her identity, they had no choice but to consider the consequences. It might not be difficult to kill Ouyang Qingcheng, but it was very possible that they would have to face an old monster from the Forbidden Land.    

    

"Miss Ouyang, no matter what your identity is, I advise you to leave as soon as possible. In reality, this is an internal matter of our Punishment God, and you are also an outsider."    

    

The middle-aged woman slowly stood up and looked down at Ouyang Qingcheng condescendingly, "Now do you know my identity? The Demon King's Secret Martial Skill, Phoenix Cry, cannot be faked …"    

    

Her words were interrupted as a voice resounded like thunder in the sky.    

    

"You are just a piece of trash, yet you dare to use it to make a fool of yourself. You call yourself Phoenix Cry!"    

    

The sound was as low as a bell, but it was also as loud as the bell and as clear as the crackling of a clap. In an instant, all the windows in the entire hall were shattered into pieces.