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"Yes, Young Master."
Kong Deming stretched out his hand and input soul power into a certain place on the eighth-level fixed-type soul guide shell.
The next moment, the entire eighth-level fixed-type soul guide shell seemed to be activated, and a ball of intense orange flames suddenly erupted from the tail.
"Buzz!"
A muffled sound.
The eighth-level fixed-type soul-guided artillery shell suddenly shot into the sky.
After leaving a beautiful arc in the air, it accelerated and fell towards the Fire Leopard Sect's headquarters in the valley below.
How to say it.
Ye Ling's eyes were filled with anticipation, as if he was watching a missile launch in his previous life.
Huo Yue walked out of the sect hall and couldn't help shaking his head.
Our sect leader is indeed a little too impulsive.
As the saying goes, when two countries are at war, envoys are not killed, let alone the interactions between sects.
The Spirit Hall only gave a slight hint, and the Fire Leopard Sect already had an old grudge against the Min clan.
Huo Lie actually killed the member of the Min clan who was sent by Butian Pavilion to deliver the invitation.
The other three sects that are among the lower four sects are much calmer.
"I hope nothing bad will happen."
Huo Yue sighed and immediately prepared to arrange for someone to go to Butian Pavilion to apologize.
Looking at the thriving sect headquarters with people coming and going, he felt that he might have been overthinking it.
No matter what, their Fire Leopard Sect is one of the lower four sects.
Even the Spirit Hall has to give some face, let alone the Butian Pavilion?
But as soon as he walked out of the sect hall, he suddenly felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.
The roar of an eighth-level fixed-type soul guide cannon falling from the sky became louder and louder.
He looked up and saw a silver unidentified object falling at an alarming speed.
Huo Yue looked at the sky in a daze.
At this speed, he had no time to remind or defend himself, and could only watch the silver object fall in front of him.
boom!
A huge roar was the last sound Huo Yue heard.
The eighth-level... no, the quasi-ninth-level fixed-type soul guide cannon exploded right under his feet.
This was not an ordinary roar, but a scream that was enough to tear the eardrums and space apart.
A scorching fireball expanded instantly.
The entire Fire Leopard Sect's main hall twisted and collapsed like paper in front of the fireball, and immediately turned into part of the fireball.
All people and objects on the ground were evaporated or vaporized.
The hard ground and soil also disappeared quietly.
All that was left was a huge bowl-shaped pit with an edge as smooth as glass, which was heart-pounding and bottomless.
A beautiful mushroom cloud appeared above the Fire Leopard Sect, which had turned into a scorched earth.
A violent shock wave followed.
A wall of space was compressed by violent energy, and it spread wildly in all directions, carrying with it fragments of completely melted, vaporized and shattered matter.
Wherever it passed, everything visible and invisible was swallowed up and torn apart, becoming part of this wall of air.
Everything happened so suddenly that even the mountain where Ye Ling and others were located was shaking slightly.
Bai He looked with horror at the Fire Leopard Sect's headquarters which had been completely swallowed by the mushroom cloud.
From time to time, you can hear the continuous roar.
A quasi-level nine fixed-type soul guide shell completely destroyed the headquarters of the Fire Leopard Sect, one of the four lower sects.
Of course, there must have been some Fire Leopard Sect disciples who were studying or training outside and escaped the disaster.
But Bai He knew very well that from today onwards, the Fire Leopard Sect among the lower four sects would completely cease to exist.
"This quasi-ninth-level fixed-type soul guide cannonball is roughly equivalent to a full-strength attack from a super Titled Douluo above level ninety-five."
"However, the damage range caused is probably even greater than that of a Super Douluo's strongest attack."
Leng Yulai didn't care how many people died. Instead, he analyzed the power of this ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shell.
She was born into the Holy Spirit Church, and her hands were stained with the blood of countless people.
To her, the hundreds or even thousands of soul masters who died in the Fire Leopard Sect were just a small number.
"Well, what Worship Leng said is right."
Kong Deming nodded, a complicated look flashing across his face.
There must be some old, weak, women and children in the Fire Leopard Sect. Now they have all died under his fixed-type soul guide shells, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.
But the power of this quasi-ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shell in front of him made him satisfied.
"Not bad, really not bad."
Ye Ling clapped his hands and sighed.
Otherwise, why do we say that explosions are real art!
As for the dead?
joke!
How can there be no casualties in the confrontation between two forces?
So many people died in front of Jialing Pass. Did the world have any slander against Tang San?
In the final analysis, the winner is the king and the loser is the thief.
"Senior Bai He, are you satisfied now?"
Ye Ling looked at Bai He who was standing beside him in a daze and smiled.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
Bai He obviously hasn't come to his senses yet.
"The Fire Leopard Sect, one of the four lower sects with a thousand-year-old heritage, is gone just like that!"
Bai He's expression was extremely complicated.
He was surprised by the powerful and mysterious strength of the Butian Pavilion.
He also felt a deep fear of Ye Ling in front of him.
There was also the gratitude and sense of security he felt after uprooting the entire Fire Leopard Sect to vent his anger for his Min clan.
These complex emotions intertwined with each other, making Bai He not know what to say for a moment.
"The Fire Leopard Sect is one of the lower four sects after all. They should probably have some spirit bones, right?"
Ye Ling touched his chin.
Things like soul bones are generated by the rules of Douluo Continent, and should not be easily destroyed.
At least in the original novel of Douluo Dalu, there is no record of soul bones being damaged.
"Sister Leng, go downstairs and see if the Fire Leopard Sect has anything valuable. If there is, take it away."
Ye Ling looked at Leng Yulai. This kind of thing was most suitable for a leader of evil soul masters like Leng Yulai to do.
"By the way, check if there are any survivors. If there are, please help them."
"Yes, Young Master."
Leng Yulai responded and then disappeared from the spot.
"Killing them all... Young Pavilion Master, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
Bai He hesitated again and again, but finally couldn't help but ask.
Ultimately, this matter was caused by the feud between the Fire Leopard Sect and the Min clan.
He also had no intention of completely annihilating the Fire Leopard Clan.
"If you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again in the spring breeze."
Ye Lingyue glanced at Bai He.
In the past, when the Butian Pavilion was still weak, Ye Ling usually gave in when facing the Spirit Hall.
But now the strength of the Butian Pavilion has surpassed the Spirit Hall, which means it is only slightly inferior to the Spirit Hall in the local area.
There's no need to be as cautious now as before.
"What about the three sects at the top and the four sects at the bottom? This situation has lasted for far too long."
"There should be a place for our Butian Pavilion in the world of soul masters!"
Ye Ling looked at Bai He and suddenly laughed.
"If the Fire Leopard Sect had wiped out the entire Min clan back then, they wouldn't be in such trouble today."
"So I don't want to leave any trouble behind."