Before anyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could react, a thunderous crash erupted from the mountain gate, which bore the five great characters spelling out "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect" and represented their sect's prestige!
They looked up to see the entire peak snapped in half!
Golden-red spear light sliced into the summit and swept downward, shearing clean through the mountaintop that bore their prestigious gate.
Rubble tumbled and the earth trembled. Shattered rocks rained from the sky like a sudden downpour, the largest the size of houses, the smallest a dense hail of fist-sized stones, pounding the sect's members and drawing scream after scream.
"The aura of a Titled Douluo?!"
Inside the study, the three men who had been chatting leisurely sprang to their feet, their gazes turning as one toward the mountain gate.
The teacup in Ning Fengzhi's hand fell to the floor, splashing tea across the table, but he had no time to wipe it up.
Chen Xin's hand was already on the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword, while Gu Rong's gaunt body tensed instantly.
The three exchanged a glance, then their figures flickered and vanished in the blink of an eye!
"You have some nerve!"
"Who dares run wild in our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?!"
"Take my fist!"
Gu Rong stepped through the air, stark white soul power gleaming around his bony fist.
His figure flickered twice in midair, appearing before Yang Jian as though he had teleported, and he drove his fist savagely toward Yang Jian's head!
That punch carried the full strength of a rank ninety-five Super Douluo. Wherever its wind swept, the air compressed into visible white waves with an ear-piercing shriek.
Chen Xin was even more direct. Without a single word, he sent a streak of silvery-white sword