The Xiao Family members looked at each other.
They couldn't understand why Song Ning would do this.
Xiao Changfeng was fuming when he saw a large group of Lei Que Sword School's law enforcement disciples rushing over from afar. The one leading them was surprisingly the Lei Que Sword School's Law Enforcement Hall Master, Yan Ming.
When Yan Ming arrived, he swept his gaze over the experts of the Xiao Clan. His gaze landed on Xiao Changfeng, "The Sect Leader has given the order to expel all disciples of the Xiao Clan from the Thunder Que Sword Sect. Within half an hour, all of them are to leave the Thunder Que Sword Sect.
Xiao Changfeng suppressed his anger. Indifferent, he looked at Yan Ming. "Why?!"
He couldn't understand why Song Ning would suddenly order the expulsion of all Xiao Family disciples.
Moreover, he had just passed the test today, and Song Ning expelled him. What was the meaning of this?!
Yan Ming didn't respond to Xiao Changfeng. He said to the law enforcement disciples behind him, "Sect Master said that all Xiao Family disciples are not allowed to take anything from Lei Que Sword School when they leave."
"When all Xiao Family disciples leave later, they must be inspected before they can leave."
Xiao Changfeng's face turned ugly when he heard this.
Song Ning's meaning was that if a Xiao Family disciple had anything from Lei Que Sword School, they wouldn't be able to leave even if they wanted to?
"I want to see Song Ning!" Xiao Changfeng's face was gloomy.
Yan Ming shook his head. "If you want to see Sect Master, wait until your father arrives."
Xiao Changfeng's face turned even uglier. Did Yan Ming mean that he didn't have the qualifications?!
Half an hour later.
Xiao Changfeng and a group of Xiao Family disciples stood at the foot of Lei Que Sword School's mountain with ashen faces.
"Song Ning is going too far!" A Xiao Family expert shouted angrily.
"Young Master, that young man, should we continue to monitor him?" A Xiao Family disciple hesitantly stepped forward and asked.
Xiao Changfeng's face was gloomy as he shook his head. "Return to Xiao Family's headquarters first. That young man won't be able to escape!"
Inside Lei Que Sword School, all the experts were surprised when they saw the Xiao Family disciples being driven out.
Originally, they thought that the order to expel Xiao Family disciples was a rumor, but they didn't expect it to be true.
Except, like Xiao Changfeng and the others, the various experts similarly could not figure out why Song Ning would do this.
Tai Hongtao, who was standing beside Princess Tai Yan, suddenly said, "Expelling the Xiao Clan's disciples should be Senior Chen Hong's idea!"
Expelling all of the Xiao Clan's disciples wasn't something Song Ning could decide.
Princess Tai Yan was bewildered, "Senior Chen Hong? But why would Senior Chen Hong do this? "
Tai Hongtao shook his head, "I don't understand either. Also, I just received news that Senior Chen Hong wants to accept a female disciple named Lu Xiaoyu as his last disciple."
"Lu Xiaoyu?" Princess Tai Yan was surprised. "Is this Lu Xiaoyu very talented?"
"It's just the Dayan Sword Body." Tai Hongtao said, "I also found out that this Lu Xiaoyu is only a disciple of a second-rate sect, the Asura Sect. Moreover, this Asura Sect was annihilated by the Thousand Devil Sect three years ago."
Princess Tai Yan frowned.
Chen Hong expelled a genius with a high-grade Divine Physique like Xiao Changfeng. Now, he was accepting an unknown girl named Lu Xiaoyu, who didn't even have an ordinary Divine Physique, as his last disciple.
She couldn't figure out why Chen Hong would do this.
"I've already inquired about the young man with the Scarlet Flame Sword. His name is Lu Yiping." Tai Hongtao said, "As for which family he belongs to, I haven't found out yet."
"Oh right, Lu Xiaoyu came to Lei Que Sword School with this Lu Yiping on the way to participate in the assessment."
Princess Tai Yan was stunned.
She was with the blue-robed young man, Lu Yiping?
Then, the girl sitting beside Lu Yiping was Lu Xiaoyu?
She pondered deeply.
… …
The Battlefield of the Gods was the battlefield of the ancient gods. Although it had been countless years since the war, the Battlefield of the Gods was still filled with terrifying divine power and ancient Grand Formations and Restrictions everywhere.
Therefore, the Battlefield of the Gods was deserted. Usually, very few people would come here.
On this day, a golden chariot slowly approached the border of the Battlefield of the Gods.
The Battlefield of the Gods was filled with a deathly aura, shrouded in a boundless gray aura of death.
The arrival of the golden chariot brought a touch of radiance to this boundless gray aura.
The golden chariot stopped at the border of the Battlefield of the Gods.
Lu Yiping sat in the chariot, looking at the boundless Battlefield of the Gods in front of him with complicated feelings.
How many of his good friends had fallen here during the war of the Gods?!
Not even their corpses were intact.
"Xiao Jin, let's go," Lu Yiping said after stopping for a while.
Taurus Longjiao took a step forward, slowly advancing.
The chariot broke through the deathly aura of the Battlefield of the Gods and entered it.
Not long after, it disappeared into the gray deathly aura.
Lu Yiping looked at the dense deathly aura around him and frowned. After so many years, the deathly aura here should have dissipated long ago, but it was still so strong!
Obviously, someone had set up a supreme array here, causing the deathly aura here to condense and not dissipate!
And it was getting stronger and stronger!
Who was it?
Could it be the mastermind behind the war of the Gods?
Thinking of this, Lu Yiping's eyes glinted coldly.
The chariot continued forward.
Suddenly, a monster with blood-red eyes and a body full of deathly aura broke through the air, pouncing toward Lu Yiping.
This was a dead spirit born from the deathly aura of the Battlefield of the Gods.
In the Battlefield of the Gods, besides dead spirits, there were also corpses. These dead spirits and corpses usually devoured the deathly aura of the Gods to cultivate, and their cultivations were powerful. This was also the reason why many experts in the Hengyuan Plane did not dare to enter the Battlefield of the Gods.
However, when this dead spirit came to the air above the chariot, it suddenly stopped. Then, as if it was strangled by an invisible force, it instantly drifted away and disappeared between heaven and earth.
The chariot did not stop.
It was not affected at all.
A day passed.
Lu Yiping came to a mountain peak.
This mountain peak was strangely shaped, like a sharp blade piercing the sky. The mountain peak was as smooth as a mirror, exuding an aura that made one's heart palpitate.
"Soul Lock Purgatory Array!" Looking at this huge mountain peak, Lu Yiping's eyes turned cold.
The Soul Lock Purgatory Array was one of the top ten ancient divine arrays.
It should be the effect of the Soul Lock Purgatory Array that the deathly aura of the Battlefield of the Gods did not dissipate after so many years.
The eye of the Soul Lock Purgatory Array was at the bottom of this mountain peak.
There were layers of restrictions on the mountain peak.
However, Lu Yiping directly drove the chariot, passing through the layers of restrictions on the mountain peak, and went to the bottom of the mountain peak.
After a while, he came to a different space.
The space was very big, and there were rivers of death everywhere.
In the middle of the space was a huge altar. On the altar, the Soul Lock Purgatory Array was operating, and the deathly aura of the Battlefield of the Gods was constantly being transported here.
The deathly aura here was so dense that it was almost tangible, floating in mid-air, forming liquid clouds.
Even if it was an ancient emperor or a great emperor, if they entered here, they would be contaminated by the deathly aura and would be instantly corroded.
Lu Yiping's gaze fell on the four figures on the altar that were wrapped in deathly aura.