"Zong... Zong Master!"
"Sect Master!"
Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace was in complete chaos in the formation.
A crowd of people screamed and rushed towards the direction where Lei Yuanji landed, while others hurriedly urged the war boat to retreat.
Lei Yuanji struggled to sit up from the shattered stern wreckage.
His face was covered in blood, and half of his body was scorched black by the electric light. Purple-Gold Dao Robe Only a few strands of rags were left hanging on his shoulders, and he still looked like the leader of the clan.
And further away, Zhou Qi is still standing in the same place, but the second knife has been raised in the distance.
"Buzz--!"
The gray sword energy overflowed from the tip of the sword, like a fully drawn bowstring. Before it could be cut out, a sharp whistling sound rang out from the sky and the earth.
Lei Yuanji raised his head with blood on his face, looking at the Curved Saber hanging high in the air, and was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder broke.
He knew that he couldn't stop him, and he also knew that Zhou Qi really dared to kill him.
At this moment, the majesty of the sect master and the hundreds of thousands of years of the Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace's face were all crushed into powder by the fear that surged from his bones.
"Zhou Qi! Spare me once!
He shouted almost instinctively, his voice breaking through the wind, with the slightest trembling:
"I admit defeat... admit my mistake!"
In the distance, Zhou Qi stood in mid-air, looking at Lei Yuanji with amusement, but the second knife did not fall.
"Oh? Are you giving in, Sect Master Lei?"
Lei Yuanji Seeing that the sword had not yet fallen, he still dared to stop, rolling and crawling on the ground to push himself up from the broken armor:
"Zhou Qi! Today is Lei's fault! I shouldn't have said that!"
"You spare my life, Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace will never set foot on the Eastern Continent for a hundred years!"
He spoke faster and faster, blood and sweat dripped down his chin, and he still looked as gloomy and cold as before.
"That's all right!"
Zhou Qi suddenly laughed after listening to Lei Yuanji's begging for mercy.
"You've been talking like this for a long time, why are there so many things happening?"
Curved Saber held it up in mid-air, and Zhou Qi casually put it back into the scabbard on his waist.
"Go away."
After saying that, he rolled up his green robe and his figure fell towards Primordial Mountain Gate.
Lei Yuanji breathed out heavily, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and squeezed out one word:
"Withdraw...!"
Lei Yuanji Behind him, several powerful deputies looked at each other.
I had mixed feelings, but I didn't dare to say a word, so I quickly flew away and continued doing things.
And Lei Yuanji stood quietly on the war boat.
This battle completely turned the majesty he had accumulated over thousands of years into a clown.
Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace's war boat has long since disappeared at the end of the sky, leaving only scorched earth and a few wisps of black smoke.
Zhou Qi turned around and walked towards Primordial Mountain Gate.
At the gate of the mountain, tens of thousands of Hongmeng disciples were still crowded together. Seeing Zhou Qi approaching, they backed away to both sides like a tide, leaving a passage several feet wide.
No one dared to raise his head.
Zhou Qi walked through the crowd without squinting and walking unhurriedly, as if walking through the back garden of his own home.
Rainbow Daoist was supported by someone and stood inside the mountain gate.
Half of his body was still soaked in blood, and his face was ashen and ghastly. It could be seen that when Zhou Qi approached, he still managed a smile, pushed Qi Xuansu aside, and staggered two steps forward to meet him.
"Junior Brother Zhou!"
He arched his left hand, which was still stained with blood, and smiled extremely ugly:
"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother Zhou, who rushed thousands of miles to help you! Such a great kindness, I, Primordial Dao Sect, will never forget it!"
Zhou Qi didn't look at him.
Without stopping, he walked past Changhong and glanced flatly at the Hongmeng elders who had bowed their heads and hunched their shoulders, as if they were counting goods.
Changhong's smile froze for a moment.
He hurriedly caught up with the first two steps and bent even lower:
"Junior brother Zhou, I have ordered people to prepare a reception banquet to show the friendship of the landlord. Junior brother will rest for a while..."
"Go to the treasure house."
Zhou Qi never glanced at Changhong from beginning to end.
Changhong's face was almost lost, but he still forced a smile and chased half of it:
"Junior Brother Zhou finally came here. It's not too late for me to fulfill my friendship as a landlord!"
Zhou Qi's footsteps paused.
Changhong looked happy and was about to speak.
Zhou Qi didn't even look back, just slapped him with his backhand.
"Crack!"
The sound was so clear that the entire Primordial Mountain Gate was silent for a moment.
Changhong flew out like a kite with a broken string, rolled several times in mid-air, hit the inner array wall of Primordial Spirit-Refining Array hard, bounced back, and hit the ground.
He was already seriously injured, but this slap knocked away his remaining strength, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining a large area of stone steps in front of him red.
"Sect Master!"
"Uncle Master!"
The faces of Qi Xuansu and others changed drastically. Some people subconsciously ran towards Changhong, but as soon as they took two steps, something grabbed their ankles and stopped abruptly.
Because Zhou Qi moved.
He raised his right hand and clasped his five fingers.
Gray-blue Spiritual Power's big hands formed out of thin air, grabbed Changhong's neck, and lifted him up from the ground like a dead dog.
Changhong's feet were off the ground, his thin body was dangling in the air, and his face turned purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhou Qi then slowly turned around.
The smile on his face has disappeared, and the coldness in his eyes is approaching.
"Changhong old thief."
He took a step forward and was less than a foot away from Changhong.
"Three years ago, in front of the gate of the Primordial Immortal Sect Mountain, your sword hit me hard."
Zhou Qi narrowed his eyes, and murderous intent wrapped around Changhong.
"Don't force me to kill you today!"
Changhong was pinched by his neck and couldn't say a word. He could only look at Zhou Qi in front of him in horror.
Primordial Dao Sect Everyone was heartbroken when they saw it.
Wu Quan wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth twice and no sound came out.
Qi Xuansu's whole body was stiff, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of despair.
Zhou Qi's eyes slowly moved from Changhong's face, which was purple from holding back, to the elders behind him.
"Now that you've given in, you should act like a coward, and don't still pretend to be your sect leader."
Inside the mountain gate, there was deathly silence.
This was not just against Changhong, but in front of all the disciples of the sect, it humiliated the entire Primordial Dao Sect.
Tens of thousands of Hongmeng disciples were silent.
The humiliation burned everyone's chest like a raging fire. Many people clenched their fists tightly, with anger surging in their chests, and they wanted to rush forward and fight to the death.
But when I think of Zhou Qi's strength, I can only hide my anger in my heart and don't even dare to show it on my face.
Some people were so frightened that their legs were shaking, and some were clenching their teeth in anger.
But no one dared to move or answer the question.
Zhou Qi glanced at the people on the ground and let go.
Changhong fell back to the ground with a "plop", curled up, coughing violently, and blood mixed with saliva kept pouring out of his mouth and nose.
Zhou Qi didn't even look at him again.
He turned around, raised his feet and walked forward.
"Lead the way."
The sound floated back from the front.
Qi Xuansu was the first to react. He trembled all over and crawled to the front. He bent over and pointed to a long bluestone road on the left:
"The treasure house... the treasure house is over here... Uncle Zhou, please come with me!"
Zhou Qi stepped onto the bluestone path, his blue robe fluttering in the wind.
Behind him, tens of thousands of Hongmeng disciples moved out of the way like a tide. Countless people lowered their heads and did not dare to breathe out.