Entering Thunder Mountain, Seeking Venerable Thunder!

As the words fell, Xiao Ze wrapped his arms around Han Yue and Han Xue, lifting them into mid-air as he cast a cold gaze toward Fei Tian.

Being called an old dog caused the corners of Fei Tian's eyes to twitch slightly; had he not been wary of the other's strength, he would have surely torn that foul mouth to shreds.

"Who are you? The Wind Lightning North Pavilion believes it has never offended you, yet you dare to slaughter our inner pavilion disciples and even wipe out an entire family. Do you not fear the retaliation of the Wind Lightning Pavilion?"

Fei Tian's voice carried a hint of interrogation, his confidence bolstered by the backing of the Wind Lightning Pavilion.

One might ask, in the entire Central Plains, who would dare not show respect to the Wind Lightning Pavilion? Yet, the man before him was arrogant beyond measure.

"Just a piece of trash. He dared to touch my women, so killing him was only natural. As for the Hong Family, they merely received what they deserved."

Xiao Ze's words were casual, as if every member of the Hong Family was deserving of death.

"Good, good, good! A fine 'what they deserved'!" Fei Tian sneered. "You knew full well that Hong Chen was a disciple of our Wind Lightning North Pavilion, yet you still struck him down. It seems you do not hold our Wind Lightning North Pavilion in your eyes at all!"

Xiao Ze chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the group. "If the Wind Lightning North Pavilion consists only of old dogs like you, then why should I hold you in my eyes? What could you possibly do to me?"

"Insolent!" Fei Tian was thoroughly enraged.

Being called an old dog repeatedly had completely exhausted his patience.

"I want to see exactly what you are relying on!"

With that, Fei Tian took the lead, condensing a terrifying blade of energy in his hand and thrusting it fiercely toward his opponent.

In his perception, although he could not gauge the young man's strength, his age was evident; he could be at most a Dou Zong. Against an eight-star Dou Zong, such a person could be extinguished with a mere wave of his hand.

Therefore, he possessed absolute confidence that he could capture his opponent in a single strike!

Watching Fei Tian's impatient charge, the corners of Xiao Ze's mouth curled upward. He raised a hand and gave a light grasp toward the space where the other stood. "Old dog Fei Tian, if you can survive a single move from me, I will go with you wherever you wish!"

"Bring it on!" Fei Tian did not care, his force undiminished.

However, as Xiao Ze gave a gentle squeeze, the space around Fei Tian instantly distorted, revealing a pitch-black, bottomless spatial rift.

The terrifying power of space made Fei Tian feel as if he were facing a mortal enemy. His eyes widened in horror, and his heart plummeted to the depths of despair.

When he finally tried to flee, he discovered that his body was completely unable to move.

"A Dou Zun expert!"

At this very moment, he was forced to admit the truth: the man before him was a genuine, high-level Dou Zun!

Only a Dou Zun expert could command such terrifying spatial power.

"Three Thousand Lightning Movement!"

"Three Thousand Lightning Illusions!"

Despite unleashing his Dou Techniques, Fei Tian was filled with despair.

The moment they made contact, a shrill, miserable scream echoed across the sky above the Han Family, sounding strangely satisfying to the ears.

In the next instant, Fei Tian's body was completely shredded into a mist of blood, and even his soul was sliced into nothingness.

Witnessing this scene, everyone present—save for the Han Family—felt as if the elders of the Wind Lightning North Pavilion had fallen into an icy abyss, their hearts sinking to rock bottom.

Fei Tian was the Pavilion Master of the Wind Lightning North Pavilion, possessing the terrifying cultivation of an eight-star Dou Zong; he was the strongest person beneath the Pavilion Master of the Wind Lightning Pavilion himself!

Yet, even so, he had failed to survive a single move from his opponent!

The scene before them could only be described as terrifyingly monstrous!

Would even the Wind Lightning Pavilion's own Venerable Thunder be able to do better if he had struck personally?

The man before them was undoubtedly a Dou Zun, and how laughable it was that they had actually thought of seeking revenge.

"Run!"

In the next heartbeat, the four great elders moved with tacit understanding, fleeing toward the four cardinal directions.

Even if the opponent pursued them, they were confident that at least one of them would survive.

As long as one person escaped to deliver the news, Venerable Thunder would surely avenge them!

At this moment, they pushed their Three Thousand Lightning Movement to the limit, wishing they could sprout two more pairs of wings.

But unfortunately, Xiao Ze would not give them the chance; his divine sense had already locked onto them.

In less than a breath's time, the group was frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.

No matter how they struggled, it was all in vain.

As a terrifying pressure crushed down upon them, the elders' faces turned to despair. "Venerable Thunder will not let you off! You will die a horrible death!"

"Venerable Thunder, you say? Perfect. After I finish with you lot, I shall go and meet him. I only hope he isn't as useless as you are." Xiao Ze's voice carried a hint of indifference.

Though both were Dou Zun, there were distinctions even among them.

Furthermore, he possessed countless trump cards; he had no fear of what Venerable Thunder might do.

Hearing this, the elders were filled with immediate, bitter regret.

With this star of calamity present, whether Venerable Thunder could even be his match was a question in itself.

If they had brought this disaster upon their sect, they would truly become the sinners of the Wind Lightning Pavilion.

But Xiao Ze did not give them the chance to regret.

Bang!

In the next instant, unable to bear the overwhelming pressure, the crowd was crushed into mists of blood.

At this moment, Xiao Ze seemed possessed by a god of slaughter, his killing spree striking terror into the hearts of all and causing the very heavens to lose their color.

The members of the Han Family were also frightened into retreating repeatedly by this aura.

Fortunately, this pressure came as quickly as it went.

After dealing with the group of elders from the Wind Lightning North Pavilion, Xiao Ze's gaze swept over the Han Family members.

Finally, it rested upon the two women beside him. "Yue'er, Xue'er, the Wind Lightning Pavilion has bullied me too much; I fear I cannot remain by your sides forever. Take this spatial jade slip; if you ever need me in the future, you can reach me through it."

Having said this, Xiao Ze handed the jade slip to the two women.

Han Yue and Han Xue wore expressions of reluctance.

Yet they knew that the goal of the man before them was the vast sea of stars, and their strength was still too weak. If they wished to follow him, they would need at least the cultivation of a Dou Zong.

"Brother Xiao, wait for me."

Xiao Ze nodded slightly, then without further hesitation, he reached out to tear through space, stepped inside, and vanished from sight.

Watching his departing back, Han Yue and Han Xue felt a deep sense of longing in their hearts.

But at the same time, they hoped that one day they would be able to follow in his footsteps and witness the storms of the world alongside him.

The headquarters of the Wind Lightning Pavilion was situated in the Wind Lightning East Pavilion, and the location of that East Pavilion lay on the border of the Northern Region, near the central area of the Central Plains.

Therefore, even though Xiao Ze had been tearing through space the entire way, it still took him quite some time.

The Wind Lightning East Pavilion was nestled deep within the Wind Lightning Mountain Range on the edge of the Northern Region.

The environment here was quite peculiar; perhaps due to the terrain rising high into the clouds, thunder rumbled incessantly throughout the year. The weather was as fickle as a child's mood—one moment the sun would be shining brightly with golden light overflowing, and in the blink of an eye, dark clouds would churn, and a torrential rain of lightning would pour down.

The entire Wind Lightning Mountain Range was within the sphere of influence of the East Pavilion. It was like their private garden, and other factions without the strength to challenge them dared not lay a finger on this place.

However, at this moment, it was exceptionally lively. Countless people were arriving from all directions, converging toward the Thunder Mountain within the mountain range.

This was because the Four Pavilions Assembly was currently taking place, co-hosted by the four pavilions of the continent, including the Wind Lightning Pavilion.

Every iteration of the Four Pavilions Assembly was a grand event in the Central Plains, attracting countless members of the younger generation to participate.

Outside the Wind Lightning Mountain Range, a streak of light flashed across the sky like a shooting star. It immediately transformed into a human figure that landed on a mountain peak, and upon looking down at the ant-like stream of people below, he was momentarily stunned.

The person who had arrived, travel-worn and dusty, was naturally Xiao Yan, who had been accelerating his journey the entire way.

Ever since he had been spurred on by his third brother in the Black-Corner Region, he had sworn that he would definitely make something of himself!