Chapter 649 Humiliation

The disciples of the Jiange Pavilion were in such a miserable state today. They were inexplicably knocked to death by their young pavilion master. Their death was so painful that they simply could not rest in peace.

"boom!"

As if he was deliberately destroying the sword pavilion, Dugu Qiubai used his speed to continuously destroy the buildings of the sword pavilion, turning the originally luxurious and spectacular sword pavilion into ruins.

The Young Pavilion Master of Jiange was furious, but he was helpless. He had tried his best to stop Dugu Qiubei, but he couldn't keep up with Dugu Qiubei's speed.

Even the Young Pavilion Master of Jiange himself was kicked badly by Dugu Qiubei.

This Dugu Qiubai had no intention of killing him, he just kept kicking him without even using his best swordsmanship.

Just power and speed.

But the speed of light combined with the power of the peak level of the Great Sage is no longer something that the Young Master of the Sword Pavilion can contend with.

"Rumble..."

In a series of explosions, the young master of the Jiange Pavilion was brutally beaten.

When the Young Pavilion Master of Jiange fell to the ground and could not get up, he glared at Dugu Qiubai with resentful eyes, and shouted with grief and anger: "Kill if you want, why insult me?"

"I'm happy!" Dugu Qiubai stepped on the cheek of the young master of the Jiange Pavilion, making the latter feel the most intense frustration and humiliation in history.

He was the majestic Young Master of the Sword Pavilion, and he was born with a golden key. His father was the strongest swordsman, and his status was no less than that of the Son of God in the Holy Land. How had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Dugu Qiubai, if you don't kill me today, I will repay you a hundredfold in the future!" The young master of Jiange's eyes turned red and he roared viciously.

Dugu Qiubai continued to step on the cheek of the young master of the Jiange Pavilion, and sneered: "How come you, a loser, want to take revenge on me? I asked you to practice for five hundred more years, and in the end, you only improved this little strength. A waste like you , I don’t even bother to kill because I don’t want to get my hands dirty.”

The young master of Jiange was so angry that he almost lost his breath when he heard this. This kind of contempt from the enemy was simply the greatest insult to him.

However, he couldn't find any reason to refute it, because Dugu Qiubei's cultivation level was not as good as his. As a result, he had been sleeping for five hundred years, but his strength suddenly surpassed his.

Facing such a perverted monster, someone else would be helpless.

"You destroyed Jiange, and my father will not let you go. No matter how talented you are, it will be difficult to match my father before you grow up." The young master of Jiange roared.

This is because I can't do it myself, so I change it to fight for my father.

Dugu Qiubei sneered and said: "That old bastard Lei Zhan, sooner or later I will have to settle the account with him. Today I am just collecting some interest."

Having said that, Dugu Qiubei lifted his robe, took out his 'golden cudgel', and started to pour water, making the young master of Jiange angry.

"you……"

The Young Pavilion Master of Jiange did not expect that Dugu Qiubai would reach such an extent. He was so angry that he fainted from anger.

Dugu Qiubai put away the 'Golden Cudgel', glanced at the fainted Young Pavilion Master of Jiange on the ground, turned around and left.

"One rain soaked the entire rainy season!"

Dugu Qiubai turned into a golden light and disappeared over the sword pavilion.

This time he made a big fuss in the sword pavilion and beat up the young master of the sword pavilion, finally allowing him to think clearly and relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Counting the time, that old bastard Lei Zhan should be back."

Dugu Qiufei calculated the time correctly and left the sword pavilion in time to meet up with Xiao Yun.

Jiange.

Not long after, a figure appeared above the ruins of the Jiange. It was Lei Zhan, who was carrying the Immortal Sword on his back and rushing back happily.

However, when Lei Zhan saw the ruins below, he suddenly became confused.

"Where is this?"

"Am I going in the wrong direction?"

Lei Zhan's eyes were dull for a moment, and he looked around blankly, then turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared into the sky.

"Maybe I was so happy that I even forgot the way home."

Lei Zhan shook his head and smiled, his face still cheerful.

Once his dream for many years was realized, the extreme joy he felt would probably be second only to the future Emperor Enlightenment.

Therefore, he feels that some mistakes are normal.

However, Lei Zhan searched around for a long time but could not find his sword pavilion.

Gradually, the smile on Lei Zhan's face disappeared, replaced by a look of suspicion and confusion.

"call out!"

When Lei Zhan appeared over the ruins of Jiange again, the young master of Jiange who had fainted on the ground had woken up. After all, he was a powerful sage. Although he fainted because of the humiliation and anger, his body's self-recovery ability could not be restored. Let him recover quickly.

Just feeling the wet look on his hair and face, the young master of Jiange was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood again.

"Father--"

When the young master of the Jiange Pavilion saw the thunderous battle in the sky, he couldn't help shouting with grief and anger, like a tadpole that had been separated for many years and finally found its mother.

Over the ruins of Jiange.

Lei Zhan looked at his son below who was full of humiliation and grief, and finally determined that this ruins was his sword pavilion.

"What's going on?"

Lei Zhan dodged and appeared in front of the Young Master of the Jiange. He looked at the ruins around him and asked with disbelief on his face.

Who destroyed my sword pavilion?

You don't take my Lei Zhan seriously.

Is my sword rusty?

Or my title as the strongest swordsman no longer applies.

Lei Zhan's heart was filled with anger, and a powerful sword intent rose into the sky. He was so angry.

Today was supposed to be his happiest day, but something like this happened.

"Father, it was all Dugu Qiubai who did it. He destroyed our Sword Pavilion, injured me, and killed many of our disciples." The Sword Pavilion Master hugged Lei Zhan in front of him like a helpless child.

"It was Dugu Qiubai!"

Lei Zhan's pupils shrank, and then his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

In the past, he had to rely on Dugu Qiubai to get the Immortal Sword behind him, so he was a little worried about Dugu Qiubai, but now, he no longer needs Dugu Qiubai.

Dugu Qiubai, hum!

No matter where you escape, I, Lei Zhan, will never let you go.

"Good boy, don't be sad, everything is over." Feeling the violent trembling of the Sword Pavilion Master in his arms, Lei Zhan immediately comforted him. He could imagine what kind of humiliation his son had suffered, otherwise he would not be so painful.

"Hey, what's that smell on you? It seems familiar. No, this is..." Lei Zhan suddenly held his breath, immediately pushed the Sword Pavilion Master away, and distanced himself from his son with a disgusted look on his face.

He already knew what his son smelled like.

"Father... Puff!" The Sword Pavilion Master was full of shame and anger, and he was so angry that he spurted blood again and fainted.

It was too humiliating.

Lei Zhan was also furious and wanted to support his son, but he felt a little disgusted and could only watch his son fall to the ground.

"Dugu Qiubai, I will never let you go!"

Lei Zhan's eyes were red and his heart was full of anger.

The powerful imperial power of the Immortal Sword was stimulated by him, attracting the attention of super strong men in the East Wilderness.