The Adventures Of The Young Master

Chapter 129 - High Elder Panra



This voice came from a black-haired middle-aged man wearing a black robe who suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

"Where did that guy popped up from?" Everyone thought. They did not feel his presence until now!

"Master!" Qiao Zushe was overjoyed as his tears could not stop from streaming down. He thought that at last, his savior arrived. He was now confident that with this man backing him, that woman would not dare to behave atrociously. Unless she wanted to earn the other party's rage.

"Shut up, you disgrace!" The middle-aged man immediately lashed out to Qiao Zushe, "You are defeated and it is clear as day yet you are using your subordinates in order to save your ass! You are downgrading your sect that much!"

"Ahhh... My apologize." Qiao Zushe revealed an apologetic expression, "I just don't know what to do. I am under despair a while ago and could not think properly."

"Humph. Stand to the side. We will talk about this later." The middle-aged man then looked at Yuna Sierra with a smile and said, "This friend here, I am known as Panra. I know you are an expert that should not trifle with, so I am humbly asking for your forgiveness for the blindness of one of my subordinates. Why don't we take a step back and see the vast sky? I am willing to compensate for the losses of your sect."

Panra! Everyone from the sidelines immediately realized who this man was! To think that it was one of the Highest Elders of Soaring Phoenix, Panra!

Soaring Phoenix, one of the sects that were leading all the first-rate sects! They were only one or two steps behind from the terrifying Administration! This sect boasted their military might and never had lost a war. Those who opposed them were already dead. Their vicious tactics and deeds spread across the entire Farna's Mortal World! No one had the guts to offend them in the past years, probably because of their merciless and vicious ways of dealing with their offenders.

How could a measly third-rate Bitter Sect gather the support of such a huge backing? Only the sectmaster himself knows.

"Unfortunately, my master doesn't want any survivors so I guess you need to pull yourself out before I mark you as a must-kill target." Yuna Sierra did not give any room for negotiations.

"Are you willing to offend us, Soaring Phoenix, rather than preserving your lives? Truthfully speaking, although you are strong, our sect has so many powerful experts that might above you." Panra frowned a bit. He did not expect that he could not intimidate this woman by his sect. After all, if everyone heard a member of the Soaring Phoenix was present, everyone would flock their wings to earn his good side.

But this woman, really did not care at all!

"Experts above me? How funny." Yuna Sierra could not help but chuckle, "Let me tell you, there is only one existence in this world that is way above me. And that is my master. So, are you backing away or should I also kill you? I already wasted more than enough time here."

"You!" Finally, Panra lost his composure and grit his teeth, "If you kill them, I will take it as you are declaring an all-out war to our Soaring Phoenix! Decide properly!" He did not expect that things would not go smoothly as he calculated. Things were already going for the worst-case.

And this what Panra did not want to happen. After all, the sectmaster had told him to do whatever it takes to secure Qiao Zushe's life!

"So what if we, the Lovey Dovey Sect, declare an all-out war to you? As long as I can fulfill my master's wishes, I don't care about the rest." Yuna Sierra said without giving in.

She was really not planning on backing off! — All the spectators could feel an endless admiration towards this woman. She was quite the bold and fearless one!

"Are you—" Panra wanted to persuade the other party again. However, swords flashed past him which made him stupefied of that crazy speed! He instinctively looked back and saw the five persons who were still alive a while ago, had already lost their heads and started falling to the ground.

"YOU!!!!" Panra shouted on top of his lungs. He was extremely infuriated as of this moment.

Now that Qiao Zushe is dead, how could he report this to the sectmaster? Not only he let Qiao Zushe die, but he also let the Soaring Phoenix feel humiliation! After all, there were tons of spectators right now.

Soon, the word of a Soaring Phoenix name could not intimidate a puny third-rate sect will spread and he could do nothing about it. Unless he wanted to taint his sect more.

"This is taking so long so I attacked. What, you got a problem with it?" Yuna Sierra sneered. If not for his master saying that only those from Bitter Sect who launched an attack should be killed, she had already made this Panra's head rolling. Trying to intimidate her, the Goddess of Swords? This was a complete joke.

"Woman and your Lovey Dovey Sect! Remember this. Our sect will never share the same sky with you all! Unless one of us remained, we will never stop!" Panra took a step back and left without further ado. He knew that he would just be courting death to fight Yuna Sierra alone, so he would calculate everything first before fighting her. Besides, to report this expert to his superiors took the top priority.

"Humph. No one's afraid of your measly sect." Yuna Sierra said in a low tone. She was really not afraid of these people having cultivations of puny Emperor Realm! If the Soaring Phoenix attacked, she will not show mercy and in fact, if this sect annoyed her to the bones, she will ask permission from Jin Rou to initiate the attack and annihilate them completely! After all, with just two or three skills of her, she was confident of it.

She looked at the surrounding spectators, "You all watching from the sidelines, I think I don't need to say what will happen if ever anyone of you dares to offend us, right? Think first before you do."

And then she left, going back to the sect.

Seeing her departing back, the spectators sighed in relief.


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