Chapter 2729 - 2728: He Who Brings Trouble Upon Himself Cannot Live

"True Immortal Sir! Please save me! Please save me!"

Seeing the genuine killing intent in Liu Qingyang’s eyes, Yan Douyun cried out in extreme fear.

"Save you? Do you think he dares? Yan Douyun, you really shouldn’t have left Spirit Beast Mountain." Liu Qingyang sneered coldly, gathering a violent force in his palm, immediately striking towards the crown of Yan Douyun’s head.

The Three-Star True Immortal dared not make any move; at this moment, he was lucky just to preserve his life.

"No! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! Liu Qingyang, stop!" Yan Douyun shouted in despair, regretting so much that his intestines turned blue.

None of them expected that even the powerful from Sky Void Holy Temple dared not take action.

Could it be that Sky Void Holy Temple fears Dragon God Holy Temple?

Sky Void Holy Temple doesn’t fear Dragon God Holy Temple; it fears Feng Wuchen.

"Liu Qingyang, stop!" Yan Shuihan yelled anxiously, desperately shooting out despite his serious injuries to stop Liu Qingyang.

But the severely injured Yan Shuihan couldn’t possibly stop Liu Qingyang.

"True Immortal Sir, please save my son!" Yan Shuihan called out frantically.

The True Immortal dared not even release a fart.

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

Liu Qingyang’s ruthless and merciless palm crashed down with a bang. The terrifying force made Yan Douyun vomit blood, his neck shrank, and his body turned into a black streak falling down.

"Boom!"

Yan Douyun’s corpse blasted a big pit in the square of Xuanmen Holy Hall.

Already seriously injured, Yan Douyun couldn’t possibly withstand Liu Qingyang’s terrifying palm strike.

Yan Douyun died on the spot.

"Oh, and I forgot to tell you; Feng Bro has no idea how many of Sky Void Holy Temple’s strongmen he has killed by now, and there’s an even stronger one kneeling in our Luo Hun Hall." Liu Qingyang sneered coldly, but unfortunately, Yan Douyun couldn’t hear it anymore.

If Yan Douyun were still alive, he might be scared to death.

"Yun’er!" Yan Shuihan shouted in grief and rage, his old eyes wet, angrily glaring at the True Immortal and roaring in grief and anger: "Why? Why?"

"Because I’m no match for Feng Wuchen!" The True Immortal suppressed the terror in his heart and responded.

The Three-Star True Immortal can’t match Feng Wuchen?

Are you kidding?

All three elders, and all the people at Xuanmen Hall, were dumbfounded.

At this moment, they truly realized just how mistaken they were.

"Yan Shuihan, there’s no need for such sadness; you’ll soon be able to see your son, and everyone in Luo Hun Hall will be able to see him too." Feng Wuchen smiled coldly.

"Feng Wuchen!" Yan Shuihan roared in grief and anger, his bloodshot eyes fixed fiercely on Feng Wuchen, murderous intent overflowing.

Feng Wuchen shrugged and sneered: "No need to shout so loud; no matter how loud you shout, it won’t change anything. Yan Shuihan, it’s useless to rely on those who backed you, the opportunity was given to you, but it’s a pity it was of no use. If you had behaved at the beginning, it wouldn’t have come to this end."

"..." True Immortal.

"Qingyang, kill him." Feng Wuchen said mercilessly.

"Feng Wuchen, even if I become a ghost, I won’t let you go!" Yan Shuihan shouted in unwilling rage.

"Are you even worthy? Yan Shuihan, you don’t even have the qualifications to become a ghost." Liu Qingyang appeared swiftly, grinning coldly, eyes flashing with fierce killing intent.

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

Liu Qingyang launched a punch, striking Yan Shuihan’s chest with a loud explosion. The violent force made Yan Shuihan vomit blood, his body shooting out like a cannonball.

Yan Shuihan was seriously injured; he couldn’t dodge, nor could he withstand Liu Qingyang’s power.

"Hall Master of Luo Hun Hall, it’s time to go, and meet your son." Liu Qingyang sneered, condensing a terrifying energy sword with one hand.

"Whizz!"

"Buzz!"

With a wave of his hand, Liu Qingyang’s energy sword shot out like lightning, causing a sharp and piercing sonic boom, violently shaking and shattering the void wherever it passed.

The three elders of Luo Hun Hall were extremely fearful; they couldn’t do anything but watch.

"Boom rumble!"

"Buzz!"

The terrifying energy sword pierced Yan Shuihan in an instant, then exploded violently, the fierce energy ripples devouring Yan Shuihan.

In no time, Yan Shuihan’s corpse fell from the horrifying energy ripples, his chest blasted to create a large cavity, his breath completely dissipated, as dead as can be.

The Hall Master of Luo Hun Hall fell.

Luo Hun Hall’s three elders were filled with grief and anger, yet they were powerless, unable to move, unable to speak.

It’s more unbearable than death.

"Qingyang, well done!" Yi Tianqing shouted excitedly.

Bei Dou Yan shook his head, sneering: "They could have survived, why didn’t they?"

"Self-inflicted misery is inescapable." Miao Qingqing showed no sympathy at all.

"The Hall Master of Luo Hun Hall has been killed..." Xuanmen Hall Master’s liver and gall were torn in fear, already forgetting the pain of his severed arm, his old eyes filled with despair.

"Will we die too? It has nothing to do with us, it’s all the Hall Master and Senior Brother who provoked Feng Wuchen."

"Even if it has nothing to do with us, will Feng Wuchen spare us?"

"I don’t want to die; my wife is still waiting at home."

The disciples of Xuanmen Hall were in chaos, terrified and lost, as if the atmosphere of death was already upon them.

"Whizz!"

"Sizzle!"

Liu Qingyang flashed in front of the three elders of Luo Hun Hall, saying nothing, swinging his Sacred Sword and sweeping across. In a flash of sword light, the three immobilized elders were all cut at their throat.

"Whizz!"

With a single sword, he killed the three elders, Liu Qingyang’s figure suddenly flashing to the Xuanmen Hall Master’s front.

"Don’t...don’t kill me..." Xuanmen Hall Master begged in terror, directly kneeling.

Feng Wuchen sneered: "Originally, we just wanted to kill those four and reclaim our Holy Spirit Stones, but you all insisted on meddling and tried to use Sky Void Holy Temple to kill us, this is a capital offense."

"Swoosh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, not waiting for Xuanmen Hall Master to reply, Liu Qingyang already pierced his throat with a sword.

"Our enemies must die, including you, if you have any last words, now is the time." Liu Qingyang, holding the Sacred Sword, walked step by step, scanning the disciples of Xuanmen Hall with a cold and murderous gaze.

A single glance made the disciples of Xuanmen Hall feel as though they’d stepped into the gate of death, their faces pale, bodies rigid.

"It has nothing to do with us; we didn’t know it was Zhao Ming who brought back the Holy Spirit Stones."

"Spare our lives, we are innocent; it was those who made mistakes, angered the honored ones, why must we bear the consequences? It’s unfair to us."

"Supreme One, spare us."

The disciples of Xuanmen Hall begged in terror.

"Is this your last words?" Liu Qingyang said coldly, then launched himself with the Sacred Sword, his chilling murderous intent sweeping like mountains and seas.

In this moment, the disciples of Xuanmen Hall felt complete hopelessness.

"Qingyang, enough, they are right, this matter indeed has nothing to do with them, don’t kill indiscriminately." Ling Xiaoxiao hastily intervened.

"Our enemy is Sky Void Holy Temple." Ling Xiaoxiao’s icy gaze swept to the True Immortal.