After all, Sun Zhenwei is the elder of the Yuntian Sect, and his father is a strong man in the Nascent Soul Realm period. Now that he is slapped in the face in public, how can he bear the anger in his heart.
"You bastard, I will extract your soul today and let you die without a burial place!"
Sun Zhenwei's fingers danced quickly, and while offering the magic weapon, it shot straight towards Luo Chuan's position.
Luo Chuan turned his head slightly, snorted disdainfully, stretched out a finger very naturally, and resisted Sun Zhenwei's relentless attack without any pressure.
Seeing that his magic weapon was easily blocked, Sun Zhenwei was shocked. Before he could react, he felt pain in his chest, and his whole body spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood. He fell to the ground and trembled all over.
"This... what kind of cultivation is this..."
At this time, Yuntian Sect strong men also arrived one after another. Seeing that Sun Zhenwei dared to offend Yingbian Realm strong men, they were frightened and turned pale. They all knelt on the ground and kowtowed before worshiping.
"Senior... Senior...Sun Zhenwei, please forgive me for what I just offended."
Chen Bailiang kept kowtowing to apologize with fear on his face. Even Sun Zhenwei's father, the Nascent Soul Realm elder, was so scared that he peed his pants at this moment. Only kowtowing to apologize could ease this senior's mood.
"Weier, why don't you kneel down and kowtow to your senior to apologize!"
Elder Sun stared with blood-red eyes, almost roaring to remind Sun Zhenwei, fearing that Luo Chuan would directly massacre all the monks here.
Sun Zhenwei was also frightened and took two steps back, staggered to the ground, trembling all over and said, "Don't, don't kill me, I don't dare to do it anymore..."
At this time, no matter how idiotic Sun Zhenwei is, he still understands that Luo Chuan, who can suppress the strong men of the Nascent Soul Realm period, must have reached a level above that of a god.
"Senior... Senior, I, I know I was wrong, spare my life, spare my life."
Luo Chuan snorted coldly and said, "Noisy, die!"
The surging energy suddenly burst out at this moment, and almost in an instant, it appeared in front of Sun Zhenwei.
This feeling came and went just as quickly. Sun Zhenwei's body trembled, his eyes blurred, and he slowly fell to the ground. After twitching a few times, he became motionless.
When Sun Zhenwei's father saw his son's sudden death, his eyes immediately turned red and he immediately appeared next to Sun Zhenwei's body with tears streaming down his face.
"Why, I, Yuntian Sect, have already apologized to you, why do you still want to kill my son? Tell me why!!"
There was a crisp snap.
Sun Zhenwei's father's head was instantly shot a hundred meters away, and eventually his body and body instantly turned into powder and disappeared without a trace.
Luo Chuan snorted coldly and said, "Who are you, you don't deserve to ask me why? I will personally send you to see your son, and you will know why."
The Progenitors of the Yuntian Sect dared not speak out in anger. Even the strongest Progenitor Chen Bailiang knelt on the ground and trembled. Apparently he did not dare to say a word, for fear that senior Luo Chuan would directly kill him to the ground.
Chen Bailiang crawled to Luo Chuan's feet with sweat dripping from his back, and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, I'm sorry, senior. It's the junior's faulty teaching that allowed these villains to offend you. Please spare our lives, senior."
Li Muwan Beiqi bit his lower lip gently and said, "Senior, the elders of the Yuntian Sect are not bad. Can you please spare their lives for my sake?"
Luo Chuan glanced at Chen Bailiang who was kneeling on the ground, and calmly took back the raised Jade Flute, and said with an indifferent expression, "Since Wan'er said so, I will let you Yuntian Sect go."
"But for the sake of safety, all monks above Yuntian Sect Foundation Establishment Realm should hand over Soul Blood. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless."
When hearing this sentence, everyone at the Yuntian Sect looked at each other, obviously understanding in their hearts that as long as Soul Blood was handed over, their lives would be in the hands of outsiders.
As long as the other party has a thought, then these monks will definitely die without any ability to resist. This is also the most cruel master-servant contract in the world of cultivation.
Seeing this, Chen Bailiang took a deep breath of hot air, placed his right hand between his eyebrows, and a drop of blood-red Soul Blood appeared in front of Luo Chuan.
"Yuntian Sect All disciples above Foundation Establishment Realm listen to the order... hand over Soul Blood..."
Listening to Progenitor's words, the disciples above Yuntian Sect Foundation Establishment Realm were heartbroken, but they had no choice but to hand over their Soul Blood reluctantly, just to protect themselves.
After all, if they don't hand over Soul Blood, they will undoubtedly die. Rather than die tragically in the hands of Luo Chuan, it is better to hand over Soul Blood in exchange for a glimmer of hope to survive.
Luo Chuan glanced at the Soul Blood in his hand and absorbed them all into his consciousness. Now he only needs one thought to make all the monks here die violently and their souls are scattered.
"I haven't seen you for a hundred years. I didn't expect you to be Core Formation Stage. It seems that your cultivation path has been pretty smooth over the years."
Luo Chuan looked at Li Muwan who was still in his prime in front of him, showed a smile, and then said softly, "I already know about the Huofen Kingdom. I didn't expect that Huofen Kingdom has experienced so many things in the hundred years since I left."
Li Muwan raised his jade hand slightly, straightened the green silk hair beside his ears, and said bitterly, "Yes, back then Huofen Kingdom relied on his strength to attack Xuanwu Kingdom... However, Xuanwu Kingdom held a grudge against this. After knowing that you left, he immediately launched a counterattack..."
"My monk Huofen Alliance suffered heavy casualties. Corpse Yin Sect, War God Hall, and Luohe Sect disciples died one after another. Even my brother's whereabouts are unknown."
When she mentioned her brother Li Qiqing, Li Muwan's eyes flashed with sadness. After all, her brother was her only relative in this world.
If my brother encounters any danger, what's the point of living in this world?
Luo Chuan raised his right hand, wiped the tears on Li Muwan's cheek, and said softly:
"Your brother should be fine. Before coming, I learned about the situation from the disciples of the Luohe Sect. You Luohe Sect Progenitor Lan Ruo led some of the disciples to leave Huofen Kingdom."
"As for where he went, I don't know yet."
Li Muwan nodded heavily and subconsciously looked at the jade slip in his hand. He saw that the jade slip was not broken, which meant that his brother was still alive.
"This time I came to the Yuntian Sect to take you back. Come with me. Zhao Kingdom will be your next place of practice."
Listening to the invitation from senior Luo Chuan, Li Muwan lightly pursed his thin lips, looked at the disciples and elders of the Yuntian Sect, and said softly, "Senior... I plan to continue to stay at the Yuntian Sect..."
"Back then, I was hunted down by the Xuanwu Kingdom and was about to die. If Yuntian Sect hadn't helped me, I would have died long ago. Now that the sect has become like this, how can I leave just like that?"