Very soon, a group of people surrounded them. Leading the group was none other than Fan Changfeng.

Fan Changfeng, over fifty years old, with a clean-shaven face and a ruddy complexion, exuded a composed and regal demeanor, his expression as calm as still water.

By his side were four young men in yellow robes, their bodies agile like dragons, tiger-eyed and full of life. They looked vigorous and full of spirit.

Stone Millet stepped forward and pointed at Fan Changfeng, asking knowingly, "Is the person coming Fan Changfeng?"

"Elder Shi," Fan Changfeng cupped his fists respectfully, "Fan Changfeng greets you." He, being no rash individual, quickly lowered his stance seeing the unfavorable situation, and said very politely, "I heard about the changes in the main sect, so I came to support."

"Indeed, there are changes in the main sect," Stone Millet sneered, "Sect Leader Fan Renruo, driven by selfish desires, ignored objections and attacked the Moon Crescent Palace, met his defeat, and died. Now, everyone unanimously has recommended Wang Xiaoqiang as the Sect Leader of the North Pole Gate…"

Fan Changfeng felt a storm surging inside, but his face remained unchanged, saying, "Fan Renruo died in battle, according to the sect rules, his son Fan Hongyun should succeed him as Sect Leader. How did Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly emerge…"

Stone Millet was at a loss for words, swallowing hard before saying, "Indeed, according to the sect rules, Fan Hongyun should succeed as Sect Leader. But when we were discussing important matters, Fan Hongyun and his sister Fan Hongshuang harbored murderous intent towards Wang Xiaoqiang. Such rebellious individuals, if allowed to gain power, would be a great disaster..."

"Why would Fan Hongyun want to assassinate Wang Xiaoqiang? What enmity exists between them?…" Fan Changfeng held a calm and composed demeanor, speaking with clear reasoning, putting Stone Millet at a loss for a response.

Wang Xiaoqiang stepped out, coldly laughing, and said, "Let me tell you. Fan Renruo wanted to seize the Moon Crescent Palace and its Palace Master, Gong Ziyu. He attacked the Moon Crescent Palace, resulting in a massacre of the palace disciples. I happened to come across it and avenged them by killing Fan Renruo. Although Fan Hongyun and Fan Hongshuang acknowledged their father's wrongdoing, they wouldn't repent and attempted to assassinate me. They sought death eternal, and after being captured, they chose to commit suicide."

Fan Changfeng's gaze fixed on Wang Xiaoqiang, unreadable, and after a moment, he said, "Well, where are Fan Hongyun and Fan Hongshuang's corpses, and Fan Renruo's as well?"

Wang Xiaoqiang gave a playful smile, "Fan Renruo turned into a dry corpse long ago, but I don't know where it ended up. As for Fan Hongyun and his sister, to avoid wasting resources and polluting the air of the North Pole Gate… I fed their corpses to my Pet Beast…"

"What?!" Fan Changfeng finally flew into a rage, pointing at Wang Xiaoqiang and shouting, "You killed them and even desecrated their corpses? You are too much!"

Wang Xiaoqiang, seeing that Fan Changfeng had a steady Daoist Heart and deep thoughts, a high cultivator, decided to provoke him, ruining his calm demeanor, and exposed a smug cold smile, "Yes, I bullied you, what will you do about it?"

"You!" Fan Changfeng could no longer endure it, pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang, and ordered the four youths in yellow robes, "This man is a treacherous wolf, kill him! Make sure to slay him."

The four young men in yellow robes immediately charged at Wang Xiaoqiang, but before they reached him, shadows flashed, and a group blocked their path,

This group had over twenty people, all with significant cultivation bases. They were none other than Little Qing and twenty-one elite disciples of the North Pole Gate.

Even so, the four young men in yellow robes did not retreat in the face of superior numbers and immediately engaged in combat with the elite disciples of the Five Spirit Sect.

"Sect Leader Wang, we shall go and slay Fan Changfeng." Seeing the situation, Stone Millet fervently requested to fight.

"Hmm!" Wang Xiaoqiang nodded.

Stone Millet immediately led two elders to attack Fan Changfeng.

Seeing the three of them charging with killing intent, Fan Changfeng waved his robe, and from it emerged a long whip magic treasure, flicking it towards the three.

The long whip emitted a black light, as fast as lightning, wrapping around the three elders like a long snake.

With another flick, the three elders were flung into the air.

Although Fan Changfeng's cultivation was similar to that of the three elders, he could use the long whip to fling them away, showing that this long whip magic treasure was extraordinary. It seemed to be a vastly powerful magic treasure.

After flinging the three elders away with the long whip, Fan Changfeng showed no sign of arrogance but rather a serious expression, knowing well that although he threw them a hundred meters away, he did not inflict serious injuries.

After throwing the three elders, Fan Changfeng leapt towards Wang Xiaoqiang, wielding the long whip as he charged.

Upon releasing the long whip, it grew in the wind, and although spanning thirty meters, its end lashed towards Wang Xiaoqiang. Wang Xiaoqiang's eyes flashed, swiftly capturing the whip's end in his hand, but found his palm tingling painfully as if shocked, causing him to release it. Looking at his palm, it was covered in stinging red points.

It turned out that the whip's end was full of spikes, which would have inflicted severe damage if not for his Vajra Body reaching the Body Refining Boundary.

"Wang Xiaoqiang, prepare to die!" Fan Changfeng bellowed, the long whip lashing towards Wang Xiaoqiang again.

Wang Xiaoqiang's willpower moved, sending out his first avatar to intercept Fan Changfeng's lash, while his true body charged straight towards Fan Changfeng.

Fan Changfeng's long whip entangled his first avatar, flinging it away with force.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang's true body closed the distance to within a meter of Fan Changfeng, who swung his whip horizontally, the magic treasure curling back like a snake.

It aimed to tightly bind Wang Xiaoqiang.

But before the whip could ensnare him, Wang Xiaoqiang's palms struck out simultaneously towards Fan Changfeng.

Fan Changfeng, not knowing Wang Xiaoqiang was a body refining strongman, nor aware of his Thunderclap Annihilation Palm divine arts, underestimated his meat palm attack. In his eagerness to bind Wang Xiaoqiang with the whip, he didn't dodge.

Crack!

Crack!

Thunder clapped twice, as two human-sized bolts of lightning shot from Wang Xiaoqiang's palms, striking Fan Changfeng's chest on both sides.

With two thundering booms, Fan Changfeng's chest cracked open, ribs flying apart and two large depressions forming.

Fan Changfeng spit blood, the force of the blow sending him flying backward, causing the whip to lose control.

Wang Xiaoqiang gave no respite, flying forward swiftly, closing in with a palm strike aimed at Fan Changfeng's head.

Boom!

The palm landed directly on his head, embedding electric arcs into his skull that detonated it.

Brain matter and blood splattered out, blossoming like a dual-colored flower. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)

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