Bang!
Three gates shook simultaneously.
The right hand instantly conjured a gigantic hammer ablaze with flames, as if made of magma.
Wielding it, the gold-brocade man faced the purple light cluster.
Boom!
The hammer and light cluster collided fiercely.
The purple light cluster exploded instantly above the Iron Mountain Pavilion, expanding continuously, still covering the areas beyond the Iron Mountain Pavilion’s main hall.
The Welcome Plaza, Law Enforcement Hall, Scripture Pavilion... were reduced to debris at this moment.
While all of Iron Mountain Pavilion was searching for the enemy’s tracks in Mountain and Sea City, with minimal casualties, the accumulation of the Scripture Pavilion over centuries turned to dust.
"It’s over... it will spread!"
Elder Kong transformed into human shape, swiftly descending.
Elder Jin also emerged from the explosion, clothes already torn beyond recognition, the giant hammer in his hand fractured into two pieces—utterly wretched.
Bang!
The light cluster appeared again.
This time, both struck simultaneously, launching the Profound Level, Middle Grade Vein Technique fearlessly.
Boom!
This time, the light cluster was intercepted a hundred zhang from Iron Mountain Pavilion’s core area.
But when the purple light cluster detonated again, despite sparing the core area of Iron Mountain Pavilion, the two were both thrown into the air, helplessly watching the shockwave raze the Iron Mountain Pavilion’s structures to the ground.
After a dozen breaths, everything settled into dust!
Elder Kong stood up from the rubble, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, slowly walking atop the debris. Yet he cared not for his hunched injuries, only brooming the surroundings of ruins, a look of pain and struggle on his face.
"It’s over!"
"Half of Iron Mountain Pavilion’s land is in ruins, a foundation of a thousand years."
He looked up towards the sky at the flying ship on the other side.
In the midst of hate, yet utterly powerless.
Clearly, the enemy was right there.
But he was helplessly equal!
Though he genuinely wanted to chase, yet if he did and they released that purple light cluster again...
...
"Set sail."
On the flying ship, having launched three shots, equating to 600 White Crystals, Wen Ping retracted his gaze from Iron Mountain Pavilion.
In truth, if it weren’t for Iron Mountain Pavilion persistently barricading him here, he didn’t wish to fire three shots.
One shot equated to 200 White Crystals.
If not dealing with a force like Mitian Sect that demands severe punishment, he couldn’t bear wasting so many White Crystals.
Luckily, the White Crystals were scraped from Chasing Wind’s pair of Storage Rings.
Despite the pain, there was some solace to be found.
"Sect Leader, you are too brutal!"
Lin Kewu retracted his gaze and couldn’t help but exclaim.
Yang Xi immediately glared at Lin Kewu, "Do you say such things to the Sect Leader? It’s their own doing, back then when they captured Uncle Lan and smashed Immortal Sect’s main hall, why didn’t they think of this day?"
These past days, listening to Uncle Lan tell his story, she had been angry all along.
And at this moment, she was delighted.
Not feeling that Sect Leader was excessive.
"Was there such a matter?" Lin Kewu quickly looked to Lan Peng, "Then they brought this upon themselves!"
Lan Peng smiled faintly.
A trace of shock flashed in his eyes, looking at Wen Ping, his eyes revealed a hint of relief.
The revenge was thorough and satisfying.
But, would this affect Wen Yan?