Jun Wuxie walked up to the master of Hall Jian, looked down at the kneeling man, grabbed his hair and lifted it up, forcing his face to rise upwards.

"Where is your current world, where you can run wild as you please?"

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he slapped his cheek with the blade of the sword, leaving obvious sword marks on his face.

Every time the Divine Sword struck Hall Master Jian's face, Hall Master Jian's body would convulse uncontrollably. His eyes were full of fear and humiliation. His body was obviously trembling with fear, but he gritted his teeth and showed hatred.

"I heard that you are the most powerful church leader among the nine holy churches of the upper realm demon clan Saint Ziyi. You are in the realm of the holy ancestor, at the top of the tenth level of mythology, and I am second only to Saint Ziyi in strength?"

"Ah!!" Hall Master Jian couldn't accept such humiliation, and roared with pain and resentment: "What a status and position I have, you dare to humiliate me like this, do you know what consequences you will face in the future!"

"What's the consequence?" Jun Wuxie kicked him in the face, leaving clear shoe sole marks on his face and flattening his nose. "Is this the consequence?"

Hall Master Jian's face was bleeding profusely, and his original facial features could hardly be seen, looking like a big cake.

The violent energy in his heart almost tore him apart, and he wanted to tear the ants in front of him into pieces, but under the pressure of the terrifying sword intent, he could not move at all, and he could not use any of his true energy.

He was forced to kneel on the ground with a humble posture, facing Jun Wuxie in an extremely despicable posture.

"The humble posture you mentioned before, is this what you look like now?"

Jun Wuxie's words were so heart-breaking that he was so angry that Hall Master Jian almost suffered from internal injuries.

"Impossible...impossible..."

On the top of the tall building of the palace, the nailed Sheng Ziyi looked as pale as paper, his eyes were full of despair and fear, and he kept repeating the same words in his mouth.

He couldn't accept such a cruel fact!

The hope he had placed was shattered in an instant, and he still had to face the fear of death, with no possibility of survival!

That was the leader of their lineage, and he also brought the ancestral war flag. How could he be defeated like this, and still kneel there, being extremely humiliated by that hateful boy!

This is a barbaric universe with backward cultivation civilization. They are a powerful force with advanced cultivation civilization. How could they continue to capsize here? How could it be like this?

"Damn it, you damn bastard, how dare you plot against my lineage of monsters!"

Hong Ran had no fear, only anger and murderous intent. Cold light burst out from his diamond-shaped snake eyes, and he let out a heart-rending roar.

At this moment, how could he not understand?

That boy had a terrifying ancient sword, so he deliberately called for people to trap and kill the strong men of their lineage among the demon clan.

Among the nine holy churches of their lineage, the strongest is the Zhenjian Holy Church, especially the ancestral weapon battle flag!

Now the hall master and many elders can't help but fall into trouble, and even the ancestral war flag has been destroyed. This is an unpredictable loss for their lineage, and their vitality is severely damaged!

It can be said that this loss is equivalent to a healthy person having one of his limbs broken. How can their lineage compete with the Ling family lineage in the future?

"What, you just realized it now?" Jun Wuxie turned to look at Hong Ran, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said: "Your reaction is a little slow, are you too stupid?"

"you……"

Hong Ran was so angry that she almost burst.

He is not willing to give in. How can he be willing to do so?

The two lines of the demon clan have been fighting for generations, but as a result, their strength was greatly damaged due to their trip to the lower realm. They will be at a disadvantage in future battles!

It’s so ridiculous to think about it, but so sad at the same time!

"You people in the upper world, claiming to be superior, came to the lower world and ignored all living beings. You are like barbarians and ants at every mouth. Now, you people who regard yourself as masters kneel in front of your so-called ants. How do you feel in your heart?

Do you want to share it so that we barbarians from the lower world can listen?"

Jun Wuxie stepped on Hall Master Jian's face and looked down at him. This humiliating method made Hall Master Jian want to die.

He is the Holy Ancestor, the pinnacle of myth!

In the upper universe, those are the people who control the power of life and death.

Now, in front of countless people, he is being trampled under the feet of a Semi-Saint Juepin!

"You will pay the price for your actions! Unless you never go to the upper world and huddle in the lower world all your life until you die of old age!"

Hall Master Jian roared angrily. He knew that he had failed today and would not be able to see the tragic death of the person in front of him who he hated so much in the future, but he believed that this person would definitely die!

Those cultivators from the lower realms who dare to oppose their lineage of monsters like this will be nothing more than bugs at the mercy of anyone after they reach the upper realm! Their lineage will definitely use the most cruel methods to torture them until they can neither survive nor die!

"I have a long way to go in the future, and I will definitely go to the upper world. As for your demon clan, you can come and kill me. If you can't kill me, what awaits you is the annihilation of your clan!"

Jun Wuxie has never been afraid of threats in her life. The demon clan is so powerful, so what?

No matter how strong an opponent is, you have to face it. Could it be that if you shrink back out of fear, or even kneel down to beg for mercy, your opponent will be merciful and relenting?

What a stupid idea that is!

"Then you are destined to die without a burial..."

Before Hall Master Zhenjian could say anything, Jun Wuxie put away his sword and dropped it.

There was a pop.

The head of Zhenjian Hall Master was instantly penetrated by the sword energy, his voice suddenly stopped, blood spurted out, his eyes widened, and he refused to rest in silence.

A Saint Ancestor, a strong man who could make a region tremble three times with just a stamp of his feet, was thus buried in the lower universe.

"Hall Master!"

The strong men it brought were so frightened that they completely collapsed.

"Noisy!"

The sword energy of the God-Slaying Sword was flowing freely, and the heads of several strong demon clan men were cut in half from the cheekbones, with red blood and white brains splattering out together.
Chapter completed!