Hammering the Divine Sword Sect Brutes into Persimmon Pancakes

"Good, good, good! Very good!"

"What a Divine Sword Sect! What a bunch of Divine Sword Sect disciples!"

"Time and again, you dare run wild over this Saint Son's head. Do you truly take me for a soft persimmon that can be kneaded at will?"

Mingyue Zhaixing sneered.

Boom!

Beneath his magnificent robes, an overbearing and terrifying aura of pressure seeped out, shaking the void until it hummed and trembled. The many Saint Sons and Saintesses clustered around the dragon carriage felt their scalps go numb, their hearts quaking in fear.

They had witnessed just how terrifyingly domineering the Heart-Plucking Saint Son's strength was.

Previously, a provincial martial arts faction that did not know its place had enraged the Heart-Plucking Saint Son, only to be slapped into dust in the end.

The Divine Sword Sect had provoked and violated the Star-Plucking Saint Son's majesty time and time again. They were simply courting death!

Even if the Divine Sword Sect had a True Dragon and a Kunpeng, so what?

With the Divine Emperor Sect's foundation, would it be afraid?

Just then,

"Hey, Long Batian, how about you and I have a contest?" Kun Cangming suddenly said to Long Batian.

"Oh?"

"A contest?"

"If it is a contest, then a contest it shall be. I, Long Batian, may not necessarily be weaker than you."

"Tell me, what are we competing in?"

Long Batian said proudly.

"Isn't there a grasshopper hopping around outside the Sect Gate? Let us see which of us can crush this grasshopper to death first. How about it?"

Kun Cangming proposed.

"Hm?"

"I never expected a fellow like you to have a few ideas."

"Excellent!"

Although Long Batian was somewhat surprised, he readily agreed.

The True Dragon Clan and the Kunpeng Race were sworn enemies, naturally incompatible as fire