Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 149 Son of the Dragon and Phoenix VS Successor of the Sword Emperor
Above the Fenglei Mountains, a figure imbued with spatial power quietly appeared.

"Following my orders, Feng Qing'er has already rushed to the Beast Domain at full speed."

It will take time for the Wind and Thunder Pavilion to send a message to the six ancient clans, and it will also take time for the six clans to arrive in the Northern Region, investigate the situation, and then discover that Feng Qing'er is acting strangely...

This delay has been enough time for Feng Qing'er to return to the Heavenly Phoenix Clan and inform its higher-ups of my existence.

Su Yun looked down at the Wind and Thunder Pavilion below, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes.

"Since that idiot Feng Qing'er has already messed things up, let's make it even bigger."

To protect Feng Qing'er, the son of the dragon and phoenix came to the Fenglei Mountains to destroy the Fenglei Pavilion, but was discovered by the successor of the Sword Emperor. The two fought fiercely, and the aftershocks of the battle destroyed the Fenglei Pavilion... That makes sense, right?

Moreover, the destruction of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion would also hinder the six ancient clans, making the investigation of the truth more difficult and buying them more time.

It's funny to say.

Feng Qing'er hasn't created any value for him yet. He, the noble and extraordinary son of the dragon and phoenix, has to clean up Feng Qing'er's mess first.
What a useless piece of trash!
"Never mind, her greatest value is merely revealing my existence. She cannot be judged by the same standards as Xiao Yan."

Su Yun's mind stirred slightly.

"System, in the southwest direction, manifest the strike of the Ancient Celestial Phoenix Half-Saint!"

【Ding! 】

[Host request detected. Manifesting the Ancient Celestial Phoenix Half-Saint Strike requires 60000 Realization Points. Manifest?]

"Reveal!"

[Ding! Realization successful, 60000 realization points deducted.]

[Remaining realization points: 882600]

The moment the system voice sounded, a majestic holy aura rose from the sky and rushed straight towards Su Yun!

Meanwhile, in the Fenglei Pavilion.

Lei Zunzhe sat in the head seat of the main hall, holding a meeting with all the elders under his command gathered together.

"Has the message been sent out yet?"

Fei Tian stood up and said, "The disciple who sent the message has returned. He has informed the envoy of the ancient imperial clan stationed in the Northern Region about Xiao Jibai's appearance at the Fenglei Pavilion."

"That's good."

Lei Zun Zhe breathed a long sigh of relief.

Those kinds of people are beyond his ability to deal with; he should leave them to the ancient imperial clan.

These past few days, he had been living in constant fear, terrified that the Sword Emperor's successor would return and take his life.

However, perhaps the Sword Emperor's successor truly loved the human race and was unwilling to argue with him, so he did not arrive for a long time.

What a rare and kind person...

Upon realizing this, Venerable Lei gave a sinister smile.

Good people are good, and good people are the easiest to take advantage of!
"Wow!"

Suddenly, a phoenix cry that resounded through the sky rang out, its sharp whistling making the beams and pillars of the entire Fenglei Pavilion vibrate, and the carvings on the window frames instantly shattered into dust.

"what is this?"

A chill ran through Lei Zun Zhe for no apparent reason, and he subconsciously looked up.

Suddenly, the blue tiles on the top floor of the attic were lifted off, and the thick brick wall cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye. Spider web-like patterns spread along the beams, and the next second it collapsed with a crash!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a golden beam of light, imbued with scorching holy might, tore through the sky. Its intense radiance was blinding, and it ripped apart space in its path, as if to melt the heavens and earth into chaos.

"A half-saint! It's the aura of a half-saint!"

Lei Zun Zhe's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, his face filled with extreme terror.

"How dare my Wind and Thunder Pavilion provoke a Half-Saint to personally take action?!"

The golden beam arrived in an instant!

Without any chance to resist, Thunder Venerable felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and the lightning shield around him shattered like paper. The scorching heat instantly devoured his limbs and bones! The main building of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion collapsed under the impact of the beam of light. Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and the crackling sound of burning wood mixed with the loud noise of the building collapsing, echoing between heaven and earth.

In the moment before his consciousness faded, Venerable Lei was in a daze and seemed to hear the voice of the white-clad figure from before.

"Do not harm my human race!"

It was him! In the end, it was him who came to rescue Fenglei Pavilion...

The moment the thought of regret arose, an even more ferocious aura suddenly erupted!

A vast expanse of azure sword intent surged forth like a tide, each wisp of sword energy carrying the power to cleave through all things, crashing fiercely towards the beam of the semi-saint.

"Boom——!!!"

The moment the two terrifying forces collided, a violent energy shockwave spread out from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion! The ground cracked open with ravines thousands of feet deep, the surrounding houses were instantly razed to the ground, and the distant mountains exploded!
In this wave of energy capable of annihilating everything, the remaining fragments of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion were completely reduced to ashes, leaving only a desolate ruin. The consciousness of Thunder Venerable also fell into eternal darkness.

Su Yun stood high in the sky, his robes fluttering, his black hair billowing in the wind. He looked down at the charred crater that was tens of thousands of feet deep below, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"I don't have such a broad mind."

Ripples spread across Su Yun's body. Just before leaving, he slightly raised his finger, and a point of lustrous purple light condensed at his fingertip. After leaving his body, the purple light suddenly surged and transformed into a phoenix phantom.

In a town thousands of miles away, people were looking up at the strange phenomenon on the distant horizon. Some pointed at the phoenix phantom surrounded by an eerie purple light, and exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

"Look! What kind of mythical bird is that?"

The phoenix's feathers shimmered with a purple-gold luster, its tail feathers trailing long streaks of light, and sparks flickered between its beak and claws. It let out a clear, melodious cry, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky, finally transforming into a stream of light and disappearing into the horizon of the sea of ​​clouds.

…………

Starfall Pavilion.

Venerable Wind summoned all his disciples and elders.

"The Pavilion Master has suddenly convened a meeting. Has something major happened?"

"I do not know."

"..."

The disciples were discussing among themselves, and one of them, who was on good terms with Mu Qingluan, stepped forward to ask her questions.

"Senior sister, what's the reason for today's meeting? Could you give us a sneak peek?"

Mu Qingluan pursed her thin lips and said, "You will know when the teacher arrives."

Half an hour later, Venerable Wind stood on the high platform, carried by a gentle breeze.

"Is everyone here?"

Mu Qingluan lightly counted the number of people, her head bowed slightly.

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Venerable Feng's eyes: "The Starfall Pavilion was founded by Yao Chen and me. After his death, this place became one of my few remaining memories. It's just a pity..."

Venerable Feng's expression instantly turned solemn: "From this day forward, Starfall Pavilion is disbanded!"

"what!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

…………

Seven days later, in the northern region of Zhongzhou, the sky suddenly changed.

The once clear sky suddenly shattered like glass, with cracks spreading silently across the space, and the heavens slowly tore apart. A vast, holy might poured down like a celestial river from the nine heavens, enveloping the four cardinal directions and the eight wastelands.

The clouds surged and retreated, and six imposing figures, led by Gu Dao, stepped forward first. Behind them, beams of divine light shot out one after another, and the elite disciples of various races stood in orderly and solemn order.

Gu Dao looked at the charred ruins and fell into deep thought.

"This is the Wind and Thunder Pavilion?"

(End of this chapter)