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  In the Xiyuan Conference Hall, the elderly Mr. Qian and Mr. Sun took a step forward with calm faces, but their eyes sparkled with amusement, and the sharp aura on their bodies suddenly burst out.

  The air was thick with tension, like a storm raging through the council chamber. Fine cracks, like spider webs, spread from the feet of the two elderly men, creeping across the smooth stone floor tiles, which emitted a faint "cracking" sound.

  Liu Wuguan, who was sitting in the chair, and a young man named Wu Xuan, felt the fierce aura emanating from the two old men and immediately stepped out of the meeting hall to avoid being affected.

  Perhaps young Wu Xuan was a member of the Wu family, and Wu Anran died at the hands of the Wei family. Therefore, young Wu Xuan had a strong hatred for the Wei family. So, after ensuring that he would not be affected, although he did not speak, his eyes flashed with fervent anticipation, looking towards the council hall, expecting the desperate expressions of the Wei family members, but was killed by someone instead.

  "Do you want to take action now?" Facing the fierce momentum coming straight at him, Second Grandfather suddenly took a step forward, and his body also burst out with an aura as if it were real. At the same time, a silver long sword had already appeared in his hand.

  Fierce momentum collided, two intangible forces stirred up the void. Er Ye Wei Yongjing faced two identical momentum, in a disadvantaged state, yet he stood firm like Mount Tai, guarding his own territory. "Hissing" sounds of air friction kept rising.

  Under the intense momentum, the wooden furniture in the conference hall was also like the floor, cracking out a dense crack, and then "bang" into powder.

  "Nonsense! We're obviously bullying" A hint of sarcastic cold smile appeared on the face of the elderly Mr. Qian.

  "It's all over! The fate of the Wei family is already sealed, and even if they hand over the pre-heavenly artifact, they will still be unable to escape their doomed fate. This is the most thorough way to do things - cut off the weeds at the roots!" Without the threat of the pre-heavenly artifact, the old man with the surname Sun also became unscrupulous, and a fiery red long knife appeared in his hand.

  "We are determined to take down your family!" At this time, Wei Ziming furrowed his brow and looked at the two elderly men in front of him with a deep voice.

  "Hmph! You young one, you don't have the right to speak here!" The Qian surname elder looked at Wei Ziming and spoke, his face sinking, his aura changing in an instant, suddenly condensing into a line, rapidly shooting towards Wei Ziming, ready to deliver the fatal blow.

  The old man with the surname Sun saw this scene, a cold smile hanging on his face, and concentrated all his attention on Wei Yongjing. As long as Wei Yongjing was distracted to help Wei Ziming block that deadly aura, he would burst out instantly and severely injure Wei Yongjing.

  Outside the council chamber, Wu Xuan, a young man, heard an angry roar from the old man with the surname Qian and suddenly came to his senses. The pupils in his eyes instantly enlarged, and fervent anticipation burned within them. He wanted to see the blood of the Wei family's people splattered everywhere, and at the same time, he whispered to himself, "It has begun!"

  Facing the imposing aura of the old man with the surname Qian, Second Master Wei Yongjing did not make a move. Although his face was gloomy, he was exceptionally calm and gazed forward, seemingly not worried about Wei Ziming at all.

  In the eyes of outsiders, Wei Yongjing seemed to be completely indifferent to Wei Ziming's life and death, appearing extremely cold-blooded. A six-layer cultivator was in no way able to withstand the aura of a half-step innate strongman.

  Faced with the overwhelming momentum, Wei Ziming's eyes did not show a hint of panic, and the long sword 'Qing Li' in his hand emitted a faint hum.

  Wei Ziming's movement was slow, but in the shortest time possible, he drew his long sword 'Qing Li'.

  A low-pitched sword hum was contained within the blue-colored sword, exhibiting a high-frequency vibration, with its sharp tip pointing directly at the elderly Mr. Qian.

  The tip of the sword pointed to a sharp and substantial energy, like a real thing, shot out from the body of the sword.

  A sharp and vigorous aura, colorless and transparent, with the edge of the divine soldier 'Qing Li', instantly broke through the overwhelming momentum, and shot straight at the old man surnamed Qian.

  The moment the sharp aura broke through his momentum, the old man with the surname Qian's mind wavered for a moment, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he felt that his momentum had been broken by a sharp edge before he could even react.

  A dangerous feeling surged up in his heart, almost instinctively mobilizing the inner energy within his body. His figure shook slightly as he shifted two steps to the right in the shortest possible time.

  Wei Ziming's sharp edge came suddenly, although the old man with the surname Qian narrowly avoided this sharp edge, he still suffered a great loss. Suddenly, a one-foot-long hole appeared on the sleeve of the old man with the surname Qian.

  A drop of fresh blood trickled down the finger of the elderly Mr. Qian, falling to the ground with a "drip, drip, drip" sound.

  At the same time, a touch of crimson also appeared on the torn opening.

  For a moment, the entire hall fell silent, and the tense atmosphere gradually dissipated. At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the old man Qian's torn mouth and the dripping blood.

  Qian's elderly man suffered a great loss in an instant. Although he didn't suffer any serious injury, there was now a bloodstain on one of his arms.

  Feeling his own blood seeping out of the wound, the old man with the surname Qian did not use his internal energy to seal the wound and prevent blood loss in the first place.

  At this moment, a chill filled his mind, the pain on his arm, the feeling of blood flowing away, told him that he was indeed injured by a sixth-level cultivator.

  As for Wei Ziming's performance, he was not overly shocked because this shock was overwhelmed by the deep-seated fear.

  Wei Ziming was able to hurt him when he was at the sixth level of cultivation, which means that he had half a step of innate combat power. At such an age, with such cultivation and combat power, as long as he doesn't die today, once he grows up, it will be his nightmare. This is not a matter of any suspense.

  Qian's surname elder's shocked heart god, keenly captured the destruction that Wei Ziming would bring in the future, glanced at Sun's surname elder who was also shocked, and conveyed a look: must kill this son, otherwise endless troubles.

  The old man with the surname Qian and the old man with the surname Sun had a flash of murderous intent in their eyes.

  Wei Ziming looked at the two old men's eyes surging with murderous intent, and at the same time thought of the current situation of the Wei family, his face becoming even colder.

  Wei Ziming took a step forward, and although there was no sharp aura on his body, he gave people a kind of mental oppression.

  The Qian and Sun elders didn't dare to underestimate him in the slightest, because at this moment, they felt a hint of danger from Wei Ziming, a feeling that only someone of the same level could give them.

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