Thunderclap Art

Daoxuan Sect.

The disciples of the Daoxuan Sect listened to Song Zhong's words, and every one of them flew into a rage.

"What shameless boasting!"

"Do you really think you alone can wipe out our entire sect?"

"Forget the fact that you haven't reached the peak of the Immortal Realm yet—even if you had, you would still die!"

Everyone from their sect was here. For Song Zhong alone to claim he would slaughter their entire sect was simply courting death!

Before long, cries of alarm rang out.

"Sect Master, the Sect Master has arrived!"

"Sect Master, Song Zhong has invaded our Daoxuan Sect!"

In the void, Xu Shixing looked at Song Zhong in the distance, his face grave.

He was now the Sect Master of the Daoxuan Sect. For Song Zhong to come alone and kill his way into the Daoxuan Sect was a provocation against the sect—and against him.

Yet this was also an opportunity for him.

Ancestor had sent Lu Bin to join forces with the other races and kill Song Zhong, but they had ultimately failed.

If he killed Song Zhong within the Daoxuan Sect, then would not all the conditions Ancestor had promised back then fall into his hands?

A burning look flashed through Xu Shixing's eyes as he shouted, "All Daoxuan Sect disciples, heed my command! At all costs, kill anyone who dares invade our Daoxuan Sect!"

The instant his voice fell, bolts of terrifying lightning came crashing down.

One bolt in particular descended directly toward his head.

Xu Shixing immediately snorted coldly. This lightning was indeed powerful, but it was still far from enough to harm him.

He casually raised a finger. Frigid icy qi surged wildly from his fingertip, gathering into a sturdy shield of ice in less than a breath and blocking