Throw me to so many people? Can I beat you? You are so relieved, why are you so big-hearted...

Can we not worry?

Fortunately, no one has heard someone's inner monologue, otherwise someone will definitely have a new understanding of the thickness of their skin. Even though sleepwalking is a good excuse, people have to have some limits, right?!

"Ye Xiao!" The hundreds of high-level cultivators who survived in the West Hall were so angry that their intestines were swollen: "You bastards are actually playing tricks on us like this! Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!"

Ye Xiao was obviously completely unsure of the situation and subconsciously scratched his head: "I... am I teasing you? Where is it? No!"

Zong Xingyu's lungs almost exploded with anger: "Ye Xiao! You are also a giant now. No matter how pretentious you are, you should still have some dignity. Is your behavior worthy of your status?"

Ye Xiao's eyes were even more confused, and his sleepwalking state was even more unbearable than before. It was obvious that his thoughts were completely confused——

Did I tease him?

How are you joking?

Although this is possible, it really doesn’t exist!

While he was still thinking about whether there was any, Zong Xingyu had already rushed over ferociously, his face twisted directly, and he rushed towards Ye Xiao in a hysterical and forgetful manner.

As far as Ye Xiao could see, he saw seven or eight criss-cross red and swollen marks on Zong Xingyu's face, which seemed to be... slapped by someone with a big mouth?! His hair was also messy, and his beard was also messy, anyway.

I really can’t stand that face...

Ye Xiao couldn't help being startled when he saw this, and said: "You... why is your face so wet?"

No wonder Ye Xiao asked this question. In Ye Xiao's opinion, Zong Xingyu's physical strength is slightly better than martial arts. Although it is not as good as himself, or even not as good as Jun Yinglian, Li Wuliang and others after they have improved, they are still the best in the world.

There are countless super strong people who can slap him with a loud mouth, which is probably more difficult than giving him a punch or a sword. Ye Xiao still admires the person who can do this!

But it didn't matter if he didn't ask. Zong Xingyu almost committed suicide in shame when he asked!

What happened to my face?

You still ask?

You have the nerve to ask?!

"Ye Xiao, you and I are incompatible with each other!" Zong Xingyu's eyes were about to split, and he was so sad and angry that he couldn't control himself.

What's wrong with my face? It's not a good thing that you, bastard, did it while you were in a sleepwalking state. As soon as I stepped back, you could either slap me in the face with your sword, or cut off a strand of my hair.

, chop off a section of beard...

Now, at this moment, you can actually ask such a question!

Even if you are teasing, toying with, and humiliating people, why don't you do it so well?!

"Ye Xiao, you bastard, how far do you want to go to humiliate people!" Zong Xingyu was completely crazy.

Ye Xiao grinned, and Monk Wuzi Zhang Er couldn't figure it out. Damn it, why are everyone so weird today! You are clearly the devil, and everyone is on the opposite side. Why do you look like you are victims when you talk and act?

…

Is this world turned upside down?

Each and every one of them committed evil acts confidently and with endless words...

"I will humiliate you...what can you do?" Ye Xiao was obviously angry: "I have never seen you so shameless!"

This sentence aroused the anger and pride of everyone in the West Hall.

Originally, they were shrinking back, lingering, and enduring humiliation to the point of shame for everyone. At this moment, Ye Xiao tore off the last layer of fig leaf. At that moment, two elders screamed sadly and rushed towards them with swords: "Ye Xiao,

We will fight with you!"

Then there was an explosion of "boom", and a self-destruction offensive was launched directly at this moment.

Ye Xiao waved the Star Sword in his hand, and immediately formed a purple light curtain to protect the whole body, blocking all the powerful self-destruction power from the light curtain, and murmured: "Why do they all seem to have weak feet?"

You're like a shrimp, haven't you eaten yet? You don't even have the strength to self-destruct..."

Countless people across the street vomited blood together.

It wasn't an internal injury, or the aftermath of the self-destruction, but——

So angry, so angry!

"West Hall, West Hall!" Zong Xingyu roared, his voice full of grief and anger: "From today on, there will no longer be a West Hall in Qingyun Tianyu!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed over with his sword in hand.

That expression of determination made all the West Hall cultivators' faces reveal an unprecedented sadness and solemnity at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, countless West Palace masters rushed towards Ye Xiao one after another, launching the most extreme method, launching self-destructive attacks towards Ye Xiao!

For a time, the surrounding land for thousands of miles seemed to be shaken by the earthquake.

There are deep cracks all over the ground...

Boundless smoke rose into the sky, billowing into the sky, blocking out the sun...

For a moment, the ears of everyone within a thousand miles could hear basically nothing...

Zong Xingyu, the master of the West Palace, was the first fallen person to rush over in this self-destructive attack.

Before he perished and exploded, he tilted his head and glanced at the sky.

At the other end of the sky, there is a looming black mist.

The most eerie atmosphere lingers in the vague darkness.

Zong Xingyu knew, or could feel, that that darkness was his father, looking at him from the other side.

He seemed to be able to see those cold eyes that he never wanted to look into.

Ruthless and sharp.

Even at the critical moment of his own life and death, those eyes were still looking at him coldly, as if they were looking at a stranger.

At this moment, Zong Xingyu did not expect that the owner of those eyes would save him at this moment, but he still hoped to see even a trace of reluctance and every bit of tenderness from those eyes. However, the only thing Zong Xingyu could see from

What those eyes saw was only ridicule: "Do you actually think that if you bury all your hands outside, I won't be able to extract the demon soul?"

Demonic soul!

At this moment, all you care about is still your demon soul!

Zong Xingyu felt a pain in his heart, and became more and more desperate. He laughed wildly and fiercely, and rushed towards Ye Xiao. He turned his body, flesh and blood, soul, and everything into a brilliant mass in front of his father.

Fireworks show the last and most extreme splendor.

"This world..." Zong Xingyu's last words before he blew himself up.

"So ugly!"

This battle did not stop with Zong Xingyu's death, but became more and more tragic.

All the cultivators in the West Hall, after Zong Xingyu first self-destructed and fell, rushed over without hesitation. They knew that they were outmatched and that their efforts were futile, but without exception, they chose to perish in the most extreme way.

In front of the protected sect.

This extremely brutal battle lasted for a full day and night.

When the last batch of West Hall cultivators all died here.

Regardless of the personnel of the Tianyu Sect Alliance, regardless of their level of cultivation, ability, or qualifications, Jin felt a sincere feeling of fatigue coming over him.

It was also at this time that the third wave of troops deployed by Ye Xiao hurriedly and slowly arrived here.

When this reserve reinforcement force saw the tragic situation at the scene, everyone was speechless and shocked.

"West Hall, it's over!"
Chapter completed!