Yang Feng's figure flashed and he rushed inside. The killing intent that had been suppressed since he entered the village could now be fully released.
That was so awesome.
The five members of the Dragon Group were instantly dumbfounded; he was planning to charge in!
They never dreamed that Yang Feng's purpose in coming to Tianhuan Sect could be...
I dare not think about it anymore!
Tianhuan Sect is the number one ranked sect among the evil religions in the martial arts world, and its strength is absolutely not to be underestimated.
Even the Dragon Group has to be wary of them!
As long as they don't do anything heinous, the Dragon Group intends to turn a blind eye.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 225 Profound Foundation
Tianhuan Gate!
Yang Feng raised his hand and unleashed more than a dozen silver needles that shone like streams of light, piercing directly through the dozen or so Yellow Rank disciples in front of him.
Their movements were extremely agile and swift!
No one could withstand the silver needles shot out by Yang Feng.
After passing a magnificent plaque overhead, I stepped through the gate and went inside.
The plaque naturally reads "Tianhuan Gate," written in three elegant, classical handwriting.
Right in front of Yang Feng stood a magnificent palace, towering in the very center of this great mountain.
In the world of martial arts, this sect can be considered a first-rate sect, except that they stand on the opposite stage.
Yang Feng's face was cold, and every silver needle in his hand shimmered with invisible killing intent.
"Who dares to be so insolent in our Tianhuan Sect? They're courting death!"
Suddenly, an angry shout rang out, followed by the appearance of dozens of Yellow-rank martial arts disciples, all focusing their attention on Yang Feng.
Before one person could even utter a question, a sudden beam of light pierced his heart, causing him to collapse to the ground and die without explanation.
Yang Feng's eyes were calm as an ancient well, and the silver needles in his hand swiftly harvested all the disciples of Tianhuan Sect in front of him.
Soon, not a single survivor will be left!
However, these Tianhuan Sect disciples, who were only at the Yellow Rank, were completely unable to withstand the unidentified object that Yang Feng was shooting at them. They collapsed and died with their eyes glazed over...
Immediately afterward, more and more disciples of the Tianhuan Sect approached, only to be met with a scene of carnage in the sect's plaza. They were so terrified that they almost wet themselves.
Before they could even turn and run away, they were ruthlessly and coldly killed by Yang Feng.
For a moment, screams echoed continuously within Tianhuan Gate, resounding endlessly...
One by one, the disciples fell, and then another.
"You, you're a demon...a devil! Our Tianhuan Sect has no grudge against you..."
At this moment, a disciple of the Tianhuan Sect pointed at Yang Feng not far away with trembling fingers and shouted like a madman.
However, less than three seconds later, he collapsed to the ground, a silver needle piercing his body, from which a trickle of blood flowed out.
finally!
"Who is it?! How dare they injure my disciples in Tianhuan Sect!"
A loud shout suddenly rang out, and a martial artist with the imposing aura of a Xuan-rank appeared. He was an inner sect elder of the Tianhuan Sect.
Two inner sect elders appeared beside him at the same time, both of whom were above the Xuan rank and should not be underestimated!
The elder who was leading the shouting arrived at the place and saw a square that looked like a battlefield, where all the dead were disciples of their Tianhuan Sect.
Instantly, he was filled with rage!
"Go to hell!!"
Enraged, the elder unleashed a raging aura, gathering all his inner strength without holding back, and raised his hand to strike Yang Feng's crown.
Seeing this, Yang Feng took two small steps back, stopped using the silver needles, and immediately raised his hand to gather power, colliding with his palm which was full of internal energy.
"Bang!!"
A loud bang echoed between them, and then a figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and sliding for dozens of meters before slowly coming to a stop.
After the person stopped, he was no longer breathing.
Yang Feng shook his arm and felt a slight strain on his palm. He hadn't expected that even if this person attacked with all their might, he would still get injured.
If it weren't for the fact that silver is completely useless against experts above the Xuan rank...
"How is this possible?!" "Elder Yu...is dead!"
Upon seeing this scene, the numerous male and female disciples who poured out of the main hall were all shocked.