(2nd Update)

Haotian Sect, outpost village.

At this time, this small village in a quiet corner was shattered by the sudden visit of a group of outsiders.

"Quick, catch these people quickly, don't let them run away and report to Haotian Sect."

A soul master dressed in the uniform of the Martial Spirit Hall had a solemn face, constantly shuttling through the village, grabbing an unarmed villager from a simple house and stacking it in the center of the village.

The villagers here were almost stunned, who would have thought that the Martial Spirit Hall would suddenly attack

However, even if these villagers have the heart to resist, it will be useless.

Because, they were horrified to find that the weakest of the Soul Hall soul masters present also had the realm of level fifty soul kings!

In the face of absolute strength, the slightest resistance in the village was nothing more than an insignificant wave, which was quickly suppressed.

A pool of blood was left on the ground, the bodies of the rebels were buried on the spot, and the remaining villagers were terrified, their hands and feet tied with hemp ropes, and they were at a loss to face the incident.

"Click......

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

Soon, a group of unique Soul Hall soul masters descended.

Most of these people were dressed in golden robes, which meant that they were from the Hall of Elders.

Three of them are still Yang Ming's old acquaintances, namely Caesar with bloody hair, and two twin Douluo holding dragon sticks.

These two people are old men with white beards, like clones from cloning machines, they look the same, and their martial spirits are exactly the same, holding a coiling dragon stick that is two feet long.

And at this moment, these two Titled Douluo, whose soul power was as high as level ninety-six, were like two generals, respectfully protecting the person in the middle.

This is an extremely tall man, slender but not strong, wearing a simple gray robe, compared with the group of golden robes around him, it seems too simple, and it can even be said to be simple, but whether it is from the awe of the people around him, or the position he is in, it can be seen that this man is in an absolute leading position.

The long black hair was scattered behind his head, neatly combed, and bumping up and down with the horse.

He sat alone in the saddle, giving people a very peculiar feeling, as if he were a tall statue of Seraphim itself, the embodiment of God, and the sunlight that shone through the leaves of the forest was all focused on him alone, although he was not so tall, but still gave people a feeling of worship.

Yes.

He is the chief worshipper of the Hall of Elders, a thousand streams!

The most powerful force in charge of the Hall of Elders and the Hall of Elders, its own strength is also unrivaled in the world, it is one of the three peerless Douluo known in the past in the Douluo Continent, and now it is one of the four peerless Douluo, and its soul power has reached the terrifying ninety-nine levels, and it is only the last step away from becoming a god at the hundredth level.

And now, this man, who has not stepped out of the Martial Spirit Hall for many years, has once again stepped into the soul master realm.

The first stop he chose, and it was also the first battle, but he chose Haotian Sect.

In order not only to settle the personal grievances of the year, but also to make a little meager effort for the current power of the Wuhun Palace, at the cost of bloodbathing Haotian Sect, to re-declare the strength of the Wuhun Hall to the world!

When this group of main forces arrived, a member of the Martial Spirit Hall knelt on the ground and asked:

"Report!"

"Our vanguard captured 234 villagers and killed 18 rebels on the spot.

Qiandaoliu held the reins in his hand and sat upright on the saddle, just like a god who lived on the top of the clouds, his eyes did not carry the slightest fireworks, and his indifferent pupils swept the soul master who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, and said indifferently:

"Kill them all."

Dropping this sentence, Qiandaoliu took the lead to leave.

The soul master of the Martial Spirit Hall who was kneeling on the ground broke out in a cold sweat.

234 unarmed villagers said that they would kill them, and they were really ruthless!

Soon, the villagers were heard cursing, begging for mercy, and crying before they died.

The peaceful village turned into a hell on earth in an instant, and the blood flowed like a river.

But what does all this have to do with his thousand streams?

They were the ones who killed them, not him.

Zongma left the outpost village, and Qiandaoliu and his party stood on the iron cableway, looking at the iron rope in the clouds, a pair of eyes seemed to be able to penetrate a distance of thousands of meters, and saw the location of the Haotian Sect far away, and a trace of memory seemed to flash in their eyes.

But this change in mood was only fleeting, and it soon returned to its former calmness.

With a wave of his hand, he ordered:

"March!"

With an order, the good hands of all parties brought by Qiandaoliu from the Hall of Elders immediately moved forward quickly along the iron cable.

The iron rope can stop ordinary people, but it can't stop them masters.

The villagers who were lucky enough to escape from the outpost village were already too late to report to Haotianzong.

When Yang Ming and a group of Haotian Sect members rushed from the front yard to the end of the iron cable, a group of worshippers dressed in golden robes were already waiting here to prevent the people of Haotian Sect from destroying the ropeway, causing the people in the rear to not be able to keep up.

The contemporary sect master Tang Xiao came out of the crowd and reprimanded righteously:

"The people of the Martial Spirit Palace, our Haotian Sect has always been with you for more than ten years, and you have always sent a large army over today, what the hell is going on?"

Caesar, with blood-haired hair, stood up, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and sneered:

"Don't you see, our Martial Spirit Hall came here today to remove your Haotian Sect from the Douluo Continent!"

Tang Xiao glanced at Caesar coldly, and saw that he was just a Soul Emperor of more than sixty levels, so he didn't throw his face at all, and said coldly:

"When I was born, you little guy hadn't even been reincarnated! It's not your turn to interject here! ”

"You!"

Caesar was so angry, I didn't expect Haotian Sect to be down so far, this sect leader Tang Xiao is just a medium-titled Douluo, and he dares to look down on people like this!

"You what you! It's really no big or small, get out of the way! ”

As Tang Xiao's words fell, a wave of soul power turned into a violent wind, sweeping Caesar away.

The strange thing is that the worshippers in the surrounding elder halls stood aside and watched the show, and they had no intention of stopping them at all, watching Caesar be blown to the ground by the wind and eat a dog pit.

Obviously, Caesar betrayed Pope Bibi Dong in the Wuhun Hall and took refuge in the Great Offering to Qiandaoliu, this kind of thing, even if these people don't say it in their mouths, they are very contemptuous in their hearts.

Just as Tang Xiao was about to demonstrate further, a lukewarm voice came.

"Tang Xiao, I didn't expect that after so many years, you still haven't grown at all, and you will only bully the small with the big."

Tang Xiao paused in his hand and watched in horror as the man came from the iron rope.