Elder Cang did not give up the last glimmer of hope, and his tone was still arrogant.
"I am the great elder of Tianxuan Sect. If you dare to touch me, you will no longer be able to sit down as the sect leader!"
Tian Qingwu sneered, and then directly stretched out his hand, and a steady stream of spiritual power emanated from his hand, lingering around Elder Cang's neck.
Elder Cang was forced to rise higher and higher, his feet gradually leaving the ground.
The strength in Tian Qingwu's hand did not weaken at all, and he tightly pinched Elder Cang's fateful Adam's apple.
"The rules of Tianxuanmen are that you have done something unforgivable. I have the right to expel you from Tianxuanmen. From now on, there will be no one like Cangtian in Tianxuanmen!"
Tian Qingwu said every word very clearly, the fierceness in his eyes became stronger, and then he swung Elder Cang heavily to the ground.
Elder Cang ignored the pain on his body and immediately asked Tian Qingwu angrily.
"No, your father gave me three points, you can't do this!" Hearing that Tian Qingwu wanted to remove him, Elder Cang immediately objected, his tone no longer as solemn and arrogant as before.
Elder Cang struggled to climb from the ground to Tian Qingwu's feet, humbly pulling on the corners of her clothes.
"Give me another chance, Wu'er, for your father's sake, give me another chance."
If he no longer has the position of elder, he will have nothing.
Tian Qingwu smiled contemptuously, waved his hand, and a ray of light passed by, and Elder Cang received another heavy blow.
"You are not qualified!" Tian Qingwu decisively dismissed Elder Cang's last request.
I saw a flash of inspiration in Tian Qingwu's hand, and a sword shape condensed and appeared.
Seeing the sword flashing with cold light, Elder Cang suddenly felt bad and shrank back subconsciously.
Tian Qingwu walked towards Elder Cang step by step, and everyone around him seemed to be releasing the powerful pressure from Tian Qingwu.
"You! What do you want to do? Since you have expelled me from the Tianxuan Sect, you are leaving me to fend for myself."
Elder Cang seemed to know what Tian Qingwu was going to do, but he still had to struggle.
"Ha~ fend for itself and perish on its own."
Tian Qingwu seemed to have heard some joke or something, and felt a little ridiculous.
"Don't forget, you still have something that you haven't returned to me."
"What...what?" Elder Cang was a little confused, didn't she want his elder position?
"You have carried the lives of my parents, as well as the innocent lives of many Tianxuanmen disciples. You must repay me for these!"
Bloodlust rose in Tian Qingwu's eyes, and he swung his sword without waiting for Elder Cang to say another word.
A sound broke through the air, followed by blood splattering everywhere. The sharp sword blade decisively cut across Elder Cang's neck, strangling his sinful life.
Before Elder Cang had time to react, there was a biting pain in his neck, a heartbreaking pain.
Elder Cang fell straight down, staring blankly not far away, with an unwillingness to give up.
Tian Qingwu looked at the motionless body, and the hatred in his heart was suddenly released at that moment.
Elder Cang is dead, and without his oppression and control, Tian Qingwu feels a little more relaxed on his shoulders.
Tian Qingwu glanced at Elder Cang coldly, showing no intention of burying his body, then stretched out his arms and left directly.
After Tian Qingwu left, a rather small figure appeared in front of Elder Cang. The person who came was none other than Wen Lin.
What was different from the past was that Wen Lin's face was expressionless, his whole body had a bit more oppressive aura, and his eyes were no longer as agile as before, replaced by meaningful gazes.
Wen Lin didn't say anything, he just glanced at the tragically dead Elder Cang on the ground, waved his hand, and the dead Elder Cang disappeared.
Then Wen Lin turned around and walked away, his figure becoming fainter and fainter until he disappeared, which was extremely weird.
Xi'er and Bai Wuchen on the other side also stopped Wen Hou who was running away.
When the two men appeared in front of Wen Hou, Wen Hou obviously realized something and immediately changed direction and continued to escape.
Bai Wuchen waved his hand, and his weapon flew directly towards Wen Hou, hitting Wen Hou's legs and feet.
With a "plop", Marquis Wen was caught off guard and tripped to the ground.
Wen Hou reacted and hurriedly looked behind him, and Xi'er and Bai Wuchen appeared in front of him in a flash.
Xi'er slapped him directly, and a palm shape transformed from spiritual power hit Wen Hou's face hard.
A crisp voice sounded, and Wen Hou tilted his head.
"Run, see what you can do!" Xi'er said a little arrogantly.
Bai Wuchen patted Xi'er's arm. Xi'er turned his head and heard Bai Wuchen say in a polite manner, "Xi'er, we are disciples of Xiaoyao Peak. We can't take action unprepared. If someone gets hurt,
Master’s face.”
As soon as these words came out, Wen Hou turned his head, finally there was a reasonable person.
The next second, Bai Wuchen smiled and said to Wen Hou, "So are you ready?"
Marquis Wen was stunned and did not answer.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Two big slaps struck him again. The impact was so powerful that he was forced to turn his head twice. Before he could react, burning pain spread across Marquis Wen's face. These three slaps were all serious.
His mind was a little dizzy.
"Brother, didn't he answer?" Xi'er was confused and raised her head to look at Bai Wuchen.
"Silence is the best answer. Learn from it."
…
This conversation between the two directly aroused Marquis Wen's anger. His hands were clenched tightly, making a sound of friction between the joints.
"Are you done yet?" Wen Hou got the courage from nowhere and roared, with anger in his eyes.
The two people who were still arguing heard Wen Hou's voice, and they turned to look at the man lying on the ground simultaneously.
Xi'er and Bai Wuchen looked at each other, "No!"
Then the two of them punched Wen Hou hard at the same time, and the skin around Wen Hou's eyes instantly turned purple.
Because of these two punches, Wen Hou was immediately knocked unconscious.
"Second Senior Brother, you struck too hard, and people fainted." Xi'er said with a smile.
"Don't worry, you won't die."
Bai Wuchen was about to take Wen Hou back when Xi'er suddenly thought of something and stopped Bai Wuchen.
Xi'er smiled strangely, "Senior brother, how about..."
When Bai Wuchen saw Xi'er's malicious eyes, he immediately understood.
"Okay, but don't be too harsh. Master will take the person back to you." Bai Wuchen gave a few words of advice.
"Second Senior Brother, don't worry. It's not like you don't know who I am. I have a kind heart and a soft hand. I can't be too nice." Xi'er said as she took out a mysterious little black bottle.
The bottle contained the poison he had recently developed. He had not yet found a suitable candidate to be a test subject, and he could not attack his fellow disciples. Now, there happened to be a suitable candidate in front of him who could also try his poison.
How poisonous.
Xi'er controlled Wen Hou to open his mouth and poured a whole bottle of poisonous water into his mouth without mercy.
Just looking at it, Bai Wuchen felt inexplicably distressed for Marquis Wen.