Deity Hero: Me! Gaining Disciples Makes Me Stronger! Chapter 70
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This angry roar spread throughout the entire Crossing Immortal sect.
Countless cultivators and disciples couldn't believe their ears. Who was this person?
Was he out of his mind?
He actually dared to shout like this in front of the Crossing Immortal sect.
They all felt that they had heard wrongly.
Not to mention in front of the doors of the Crossing Immortal sect, even the disciples of the Crossing Immortal sect were very respected outside.
"What's that sound?"
"I don't know. Has someone gone crazy?"
"I suspect that I might have heard it wrong."
"No need to suspect, it must be wrong!"
On the martial arts practice field, countless disciples of the Crossing Immortal sect were discussing the sound just now.
They didn't know anything about the Ye family, nor did they know that the Ye family had been exterminated. They also didn't know that even their Great Elder had been killed by the owner of the sound.
"Hey, let's just continue practicing."
"Crossing Immortal sect, come out and face your death!"
Wang Hu shouted again in front of the Immortal sect.
This time, it spread throughout the martial arts practice field. They looked at each other, their eyes were full of doubt.
"Did I hear wrongly again!"
"I really want to hear someone say that my mother should go out and face her death."
"Really? Why do I think I heard someone saying that we should go out and kneel?"
"No, no, I think I heard someone asking me to drink."
"What drink? There are people shouting outside the door."
Outside the door, Wang Hu shouted twice but there was no response. He couldn't help but scratch his head. Was it because his voice was too soft?
Xuan Yi said, "You can't do this. I'll teach you."
Then, Xuan Yi taught him a telepathic voice transmission technique that was comparable to the Buddhist heavenly sound technique! It was so powerful that even a foundation phase cultivator would be stunned.
Wang Hu was overjoyed on the spot. Then, he took a deep breath and poured out all the resentment in his heart with his spiritual voice.
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"You bunch of trash. All of you can't find a female cultivator to be your life partner. If you find one, you still won't be able to have a child. The child your life partner gives birth to isn't your biological child. Even if it is your biological child, their talent is very poor. They have no potential at all. They will be a trash for the rest of their lives!!!"
When he shouted this, Wang Hu was overjoyed. He couldn't help but look at Xuan Yi's sedan chair.
In the martial arts practice field, countless male cultivators directly broke through their defences.
"What vicious words!"
"Why do these words keep reverberating in my mind? Who is this person trying to play tricks?"
"Listen, who could have said such things?"
"My born child isn't even your own, I'll spit out blood!"
"Even if he doesn't have talent, he's still trash!!"
"What kind of person would think of such vicious words!"
"This isn't something that a normal person can think of!"
"Too vicious, I remember it all. In the future, if I see anyone I'm not happy with, I'll scold him like this!"
"That's right!"
The group of disciples rushed out aggressively.
Outside the door, Wang Hu did not expect the effect to be so good.
He had just shouted for a long time, but there was no response. However, the strength of the telepathic voice transmission technique was that they couldn't care less.
This made Wang Hu's admiration for Xuan Yi deepen.
Not only the disciples, even the elders of the Crossing Immortal sect were shocked by this curse.
One of them was an elder who was in seclusion to break through.
"Who dares to preach at the Crossing Immortal sect!"
"I was in closed-door cultivation, and I actually heard someone say that I couldn't find a female cultivator!"
"That's nothing. I also heard someone say that my born child wasn't my own!"
"I really don't know who said such abusive words. These words forcefully pulled me out of my closed-door cultivation."
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When this elder heard this, his blood pressure immediately rose. He didn't even have the mood to continue the closed-door cultivation.
"I want to see who dares to insult our Crossing Immortal sect."
He emphasised the words 'Crossing Immortal sect' extremely heavily. After all, they were the elders of the Crossing Immortal sect, so they had a strong sense of belonging. They even felt that the Crossing Immortal sect being insulted was equivalent to them being insulted.
A group of people rushed out aggressively.
Outside the gate of the immortal sect, there was a youth and a carriage.
They took a look and then shifted their gaze to another place.
"Who is it! Who dares to insult our Crossing Immortal sect? Come out and face your death!"
They very casually ignored Wang Hu.
Although Wang Hu's body was still stained with blood, he really didn't seem like someone who dared to insult their Crossing Immortal sect.
Why.
Because this young man was too ordinary.
So ordinary that other than the bloodstains on his body, he didn't attract their attention at all.
And the carriage behind was even more ordinary.
There were still people riding in the carriage now?
Didn't the cultivator fly?
There were actually still cultivators who rode carriage?
Because they didn't want to attract too much attention, the aura of the stallion was also concealed by Xuan Yi.
Therefore, at this moment, they were like ordinary mortals, the only extraordinary thing was the bloodstains on their bodies.
Although the carriage was very luxurious, but in the eyes of these cultivators, it was just an ordinary thing. It didn't attract their attention at all, even if it was just a glance.
"Did he run away?"
"Your guess is possible."
"Coward!"
Countless disciples of the Crossing Immortal sect cursed one after another.
The elders also lost interest, regretting why they couldn't help but come out of seclusion just now.
When Wang Hu saw that they were about to leave, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Wait!"
Everyone completely ignored him.
Wang Hu became anxious and did not know how to stop them for a moment.
Wang Hu immediately opened his mouth and shouted, "You all are also trash!"
"Swoosh!"
They all turned their heads around.
"Hiss!"
"It's him!"
"Quickly catch him, don't let him escape!"
Wang Hu was still a little flustered after being stared at by so many gazes.
"Little b*stard, you're going to heaven!"
Suddenly, a voice shouted at them.
"Stop!"
"The sect master is here, it's the sect master."
Ku Du had a head of white hair, and his body carried an aged aura.
He knew that the person who could control the telepathic voice transmission was either an expert or someone with a profound background. No matter which one it was, this matter wouldn't be so easy to resolve, so he personally went out.
No one dared to underestimate his strength.
A law enforcement realm expert, the top notch of the entire crossing immortal sect!
His appearance attracted the attention of all the disciples.
There was another person who appeared with Ku Du. This person's aura was gloomy, and it was obvious that he was not from a reputable sect.
He kept a low profile and stood behind Ku Du.
Moreover, later on, he planned to put on a show and use the Yin Corpse Sect's reputation to scare off the people who came to find trouble.
Thinking of the countless disciples' shocked scenes, he was filled with great anticipation.
However, looking at the youth in front of the carriage, he suddenly felt a bit familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't recall where.
"Are you the sect master of the Crossing Immortal Sect?"
Wang Hu pulled out his big axe, held it horizontally, and glared at him.
"Hand over Wang Juan!"
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