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"Haha, that's exactly what I want. Let's go, I want to let you know that our Dao Sect is the leader of the eight great sects."

Long Zhaofeng laughed and didn't think about it at all. The space here was simply too small, he simply didn't have any room to play. Furthermore, all the disciples of the other seven sects were here. If he injured them, even if his father was an elder, he wouldn't be able to take it.

A malevolent look flashed across Long Tianming's face as an item unconsciously appeared in his hand.

Many cultivators widened their eyes as they looked at the ball of light in Mu Cheng's hand with expressions of disbelief.

"Mu Cheng, I didn't expect that you would be a thunder expert. Let's spar today."

As Long Tianming looked at the ball of light in Mu Cheng's hand, his heart couldn't help but be shocked and his face instantly became serious.

Others didn't know how terrifying it was to be able to use thunder, but Dragons knew that lightning represented annihilation.

"Haha, your mixed thunder, is probably like a little kid in front of my thousands of birds, unable to even take a single blow. How are you going to fight me?"

Mu Cheng's ice-cold voice echoed in the air, and all that was left was an inch of lightning, without any trace of Mu Cheng.

"Hmph, Mu Cheng, even though you are able to control lightning, you might not necessarily be able to defeat the mixed thunder in my hands."

With regards to the mixed thunder in his hands, he was very clear about its power.

Not to mention Earth rank demon beast, even if a true neo-spiritual realm cultivator came, she would still not dare to meet them.

"Wind and Thunder Art, Gale Steps." Mu Cheng coldly shouted and suddenly increased his speed by a fold, leaving behind an afterimage in the air.

The second stage of the Wind and Thunder Art was originally to use the power of the wind to increase the speed of the lightning, but Mu Cheng had used the power of the wind on his own body, treating himself as the lightning.

"Afterimages? Do you really think that I, Long Juxue, am someone who would give up on my life? " Long Tianming disdainfully looked at the afterimage in the air. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he sneered in his heart.

"Why don't you try?" Mu Cheng's voice echoed in the air. One moment to the east, another moment to the west, causing everyone present to be at a loss as to what to do.

"Hey, I say that Mu Cheng might really be able to injure that Earth rank demon beast seriously. Look at his speed, I'm afraid none of us here are faster than him. Furthermore, the lightning bolt in his hand might be quite powerful as well."

A trace of excitement flashed through the eyes of a disciple of one of the eight great sects.

"Tsk, even if he's that powerful, I think this Mu Cheng is at most at the middle stage of the broken soul. It would be difficult for him to cross realms to kill Earth rank demon beast."

The other cultivator couldn't help but shake his head as he wasn't optimistic about Mu Cheng.

However, all the cultivators present were extremely shocked by Mu Cheng's display of strength.

"Mu Cheng, don't you dare be so arrogant. Look at my soul lock." Long Juren took out a jade bracelet from his bosom and snorted coldly.

"I really didn't think that Elder Long would be so willing to give the soul lock to his son."

Those who were knowledgeable could tell at a glance that this was Long Juyin's personal weapon, so they cried out in alarm.

"Of course, we can make another soul lock without it, but if this son doesn't have it, then I'm afraid I can't make it again."

A cultivator said indifferently, as though he did not care that this was the Dao Sect.

"Of course, this son's life is more important than anything. Last time, Zhan Xingchen was scolded by Clan Elder Long."

"I'm afraid no one in the Dao Sect would dare to provoke Long Juyin. He would be lucky if he does not provoke you."

A disciple of the Dao Sect complained. It was obvious that she had been bullied by the others and was mixed into the crowd of people, jeering at them.

"So it's the son of an elder. No wonder there's such a treasure, so it turns out that your father gave you all the good things, but even if you have so many good things, you are still no match for me. In the face of true strength, your so-called weapons cannot even take a single blow."

Mu Cheng suddenly stood firmly and coldly said as the Thunderclap Sword Sword in his hand pointed towards Long Juyin, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Look at my soul lock, Immobilize the Heavens, Immobilize the Earth, Immobilize the Soul."

The jade bracelet in Long Juyin's hand locked onto Mu Cheng's figure as it shot towards Mu Cheng.

"My body can't move?"

Mu Cheng felt his body gradually stiffen, but he didn't panic. Instead, he coldly looked at Long Juyin.

"Go to hell, mixed thunder."

Long Juyin gave a loud shout and the Primal Chaos Lightning in his hand instantly left his hand, throwing it towards Mu Cheng.

The mixed thunder drew an arc in the air, and with an ear-piercing explosion, it unleashed a blinding light.

"Is this the mixed thunder you speak of? Are you relying on it as your capital?"

"Then I'll shatter all of your so-called reliance. Let's see what you have left."

Mu Cheng's cold voice flashed past Long Juyin's ears.

Mu Cheng looked coldly at the incoming mixed thunder, but the Thunderclap Sword in his hand was shining brightly. Although he couldn't move his body, it didn't affect the circulation of the mana in his body.

Under Mu Cheng's control, the Thunderclap Sword disappeared from where it was in the blink of an eye. With a speed that was almost as fast as the speed of light, it flew towards the mixed thunder.

"Wind Controlling Thunder, Lightning Slash. Watch how I cut you down under my sword."

Mu Cheng's body still did not move, but the Thunderclap Sword passed through the mixed thunder while the mixed thunder was quickly pushed back by the recoil.

"Is this what you call a mixed thunder? "Destroy them."

Mu Cheng looked at the mixed thunder that was emitting intense rays of light in the sky with disdain.

"Ah …" Suddenly, Long Juyin felt a backlash coming from the mixed thunder. Following that, a shrill cry sounded out from outside the hall.

The cultivators present couldn't understand what was happening, but they could see that Long Juyin was rapidly retreating.

"Brat, you dare." Qi Hao bellowed, his entire person was like an arrow leaving the profound, flying straight towards the figure of Long Juyin.

"Brother Qi, that's not enough for you. If you want to play, then let me, Gu Qianche, play with you."

Gu Qianche said in a cold voice the moment he made his move.

Mu Cheng indifferently looked at the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared, but there was one more person in front of Mu Cheng, and that was Gu Qianche.

"Mu Cheng, well done. You have finally let our Zongtian Sect down. Let's see if their Dao Sect still dares to be this arrogant."

Gu Qianche glanced at Mu Cheng in admiration and said softly.

"Hehe, Master Gu, don't worry, even if it's that person, I won't put him in my eyes, so we can use him to establish our might."

Mu Cheng looked maliciously at the middle-aged man in front of him with an evil smile.

"Can you really solve it?" Gu Qianche was in disbelief.

After all, that Qi Hao was someone who had stepped into the neo-spiritual realm.

"Hehe, based on the strength that he displayed just now, I won't be at a disadvantage in his hands."

Mu Cheng did not look at Gu Qianche. Instead, he stared at Qi Hao with excitement. This was only an appetizer;

"You are Mu Cheng?" Qi Hao asked coldly.

"Exactly, what, are you interested in looking for our Zongtian Sect to teach you a few moves?"

Mu Cheng's tone was extremely arrogant as he stared indistinctly at Long Tianming. A trace of light flashed in his eyes.

"Long Zhaofeng, are you alright?" Qi Hao asked softly.

However, he did not let down his guard as his aura was locked onto Mu Cheng's actions.

"Patriarch Qi, this small wound is fine, the fight between me and him is not over yet."

Long Tianming said unwillingly as he glared at her with eyes full of hatred.

"Let's fight. Let's fight. Mu Cheng, I want to see how you're going to deal with this." Song Weiyi, who was standing at the side, sneered in his heart.

Mu Cheng didn't show the slightest fear when faced with Long Juyin's hateful gaze. His eyes revealed a look of disdain as he looked at Long Juyin.

However, Mu Cheng still attached a lot of importance to the Qi Hao in front of him. To be able to dissolve his attack so easily, he probably wasn't an ordinary opponent.

"Hmph, Mu Cheng, that's all you have. I'm afraid you can't hurt me."

Long Juyin let out a roar and charged towards Mu Cheng, wanting to engage in a close combat with him.

"If you wish to approach me, I shall do so as you wish." Mu Cheng seemed to be able to see through his opponent's scheme. However, Mu Cheng didn't lose to anyone in close combat, so he wasn't afraid of being attacked by a dragon.

"Hmph. I have the armor my father gave me. You won't be able to hurt me."

A hint of pride flashed through Long Zhaofeng's eyes. With his Golden Armor, he was not afraid of any attacks.

Under the impact of the lightning, more than half of the attack was absorbed by the Gold Armor, if not Qi Hao would not have easily dissolved Mu Cheng's attack. However, seeing that Long Juyin was still talking about the dragon, he knew that Long Juyin was not injured from the impact earlier.