Super Dragon slaughtering System

Yang Zhiwen nodded and saw Ning Qi flying away.    

River Howling Lion stared at this scene with his mouth agape. "Ning, Mr. Ning, is he a Battle King?"    

Yang Zhiwen said proudly, "Mr. Ning is indeed a Battle King."    

"I never thought that I would be able to see a Battle King in my life, hahaha!" The Howling River Lion laughed happily. Those who were saved by Ning Qi all raised their heads and looked at the shadow of Ning Qi disappearing into the horizon. They were both excited and happy.    

...    

White Mountain Sect.    

Zhang Baoshan's expression was incomparably gloomy. He looked at Zhang Jing who was kneeling in front of him, then he suddenly stepped forward and kicked him away. Zhang Jing fell heavily onto the ground. He felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.    

Zhang Xuan and the group of elders looked at this scene with gloating eyes. If it wasn't for the fact that Zhang Baoshan wanted to attack them personally, they wouldn't have minded giving this younger brother a good lesson. He had actually caused such a disaster, and almost caused their deaths.    

"Dad, I was wrong. Don't hit me!"    

Zhang Jing begged for mercy bitterly.    

Zhang Baoshan was so angry that he kept hitting him until he was at his last breath. Only then did he stop.    

After that, he shouted at Zhang Xuan, "Send someone to investigate this matter. Once that kid leaves this realm, capture that group of slaves for me. Otherwise, if no one opens the mine, what are we going to eat!"    

Zhang Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, Father. Don't worry. I will definitely do this beautifully."    

"Oh? Is that so?"    

A familiar voice came from the door.    

Zhang Baoshan turned around and looked at the source of the voice. His face was extremely pale.    

Zhang Xuan and the other elders were also stunned on the spot. At the same time, an uncontrollable fear rose in their hearts. They were afraid that he had heard Zhang Baoshan's words just now.    

Ning Qi said with a smile, "I didn't expect that I would return and hear your grand plan, right?"    

Zhang Baoshan smiled and said, "You might have misheard me just now. I am teaching this kid a lesson."    

"It's my fault that dogs can't change from eating sh * t and make things difficult for you all. Since that's the case, there's no need for the White Mountain Sect to exist anymore."    

After saying that, Ning Qi flashed and disappeared from where he stood.    

Zhang Baoshan's facial expression changed dramatically. What Ning Qi said was obviously true! A group of people hurriedly chased after him, intending to see what Ning Qi was planning to do.    

At this moment, Ning Qi was flying in the sky, looking down at him from above. They saw an iron box in his hand. Zhang Baoshan and the others didn't know what it was, but what they saw next was a scene of horror.    

A waterfall-like stream of water poured down from the iron box, rushing towards the crowd.    

This iron box was the Universe Model I Supreme Water pump that Ning Qi had always kept in his spatial bag, the one that had sucked dry the lake water that the Dragon of Surging Waves lived in.    

"What kind of method is this!?"    

Zhang Baoshan was shocked and furious.    

"Everyone, run!"    

Not long after, the surging lake water had reached their knees. Seeing that Ning Qi had no intention of stopping, the water was still pouring down. Some of the elders immediately ran up to the sky.    

"Increase the speed of the water."    

Ning Qi said to himself.    

The pump had a voice recognition system. After receiving Ning Qi's command, its body began to change. The outlet also gradually became bigger, and the flood that poured down instantly increased by four or five times!    

The disciples of White Mountain Sect instantly let out a miserable cry, and were drowned by the flood.    

Only Zhang Baoshan and the others had high cultivation bases. They ran towards the top of the mountain at an extremely fast speed. They wanted to avoid the flood, but Ning Qi followed them and flew above their heads. Zhang Baoshan let out an unwilling roar and was swept away by the torrent.    

It lasted for seven to eight minutes before the water in the pump was all released.    

At this moment, the entire White Mountain Sect was in a sorry state. All the houses had collapsed. Tables and chairs were all over the floor. Zhang Baoshan and the others had finally gotten out of the flood with great difficulty. Standing on a cliff, they looked at this scene with their eyes wide open. Their hearts were bleeding! The White Mountain Sect's hundred-year foundation was destroyed just like that.    

The figure in the sky had turned into a devil in their hearts!    

They couldn't figure out what kind of technique this was. How could someone create so much water out of nowhere to drown a mountain?    

"Sect Leader, I'm afraid we can't stay here any longer."    

An elder said in a low voice with an ugly expression.    

"Father, let's quickly leave this place. We'll have no time before that fellow comes over!"    

Zhang Xuan carried Zhang Jing and said to Zhang Baoshan nervously.    

As soon as his voice faded, Ning Qi flew above their heads and looked down at them from above.    

"Sir, what do you want to do in order to let us go?"    

White Treasure Mountain looked up with a pale face.    

Ning Qi smiled and said, "It's very simple. Your White Mountain Sect will be disbanded from now on. There will be no more White Mountain Sect in Dragon Continent. After that, get out of this world and I will spare your lives."    

"Disband the White Mountain Sect..."    

A trace of despair flashed across Zhang Baoshan's eyes. This was the foundation left behind by the old ancestor. If it was disbanded just like that, the accumulated wealth of over a hundred years would be wasted!    

After a while, he sighed as if he had aged a few years. He said weakly, "Alright, I will disband the White Mountain Sect."    

Ning Qi smiled and said, "Then why aren't you getting lost?"    

The White Treasure Mountain was still thinking about the treasure vault in the sect. It contained all the belongings of the White Mountain Sect. There were ores, Battle Weapon, and medicinal pills, but under Ning Qi's pressure... He didn't dare to mention this matter at all. Together with the others, he walked down the mountain in a daze. When they reached the foot of the mountain, everyone dispersed like birds and beasts, and left separately.    

Those elders didn't have the slightest bit of reluctance. They ran very quickly, afraid that Ning Qi would come back and punish them.    

It wasn't until they couldn't see Ning Qi that Zhang Xuan said in a low voice, "Dad, are we really going to leave just like that?"    

"If we don't leave, do you want to die?"    

Zhang Baoshan said coldly.    

"It's all little brother's fault. How did you offend such a disastrous star?"    

Zhang Xuan looked at Zhang Jing with jealousy and hatred.    

Zhang Jing's face was pale. First, he was beaten up by Zhang Baoshan, then drowned by the water. Then, with the dissolution of the White Mountain Sect, he no longer had the strength to speak.    

"In this world, only those who have the strength can do whatever they want. Today, if we don't have enough strength, we will be slaughtered by others. If you can become a Battle King in the future, you will naturally be able to take revenge for what you have done today."    

Zhang Baoshan said coldly.    

"Dad, don't worry. I'll definitely become a Battle King and come back for revenge!"    

Zhang Xuan gritted his teeth and said. His eyes were burning with raging flames.    

...    

While Ning Qi was flooding the White Mountain Sect, a figure was watching him from afar. It was not until Ning Qi was ready to leave that he flew to Ning Qi with a big smile on his face.    

Ning Qi was shocked. He glanced at his attributes and found that they were all question marks. Obviously, he was a Battle Ancestor warrior or above.    

This person's hair was red and his eyebrows were golden. He was in a mess. His clothes were tattered and tattered, and he was carrying a huge gourd on his back. He looked to be in his forties, and it was obvious that he was an experienced expert.