The Cosmic Age: Subverting the Universe

Following her order, arrows gathered like dark clouds, accompanied by a deafening sound of strings. The dense rain of arrows poured out like a downpour, penetrating the edge of the gap and accurately shooting towards the human wall formed by the disciples of Fenglei Pavilion.

The sound of the rain of arrows piercing the air was sharp and piercing, accompanied by waves of heart-pounding sounds of breaking wind. When these sharp arrows pierced through the human body, a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Although the disciples of Fenglei Pavilion fought desperately, they were still powerless in the face of the dense rain of arrows. Many people fell to the ground, and their blood stained their clothes red, and also stained this once sacred land red.

Those fallen figures were quickly dragged away from the battlefield by their companions, and their places were immediately filled by new disciples, as if this was an endless cycle.

The disciples of Fenglei Pavilion, under the command of Elder Feng, displayed amazing willpower and spirit of sacrifice. They used their flesh and blood to build one line of defense after another, and vowed to guard the last barrier of the sect to the death.

However, the rain of arrows did not stop, but poured down even more violently, and lives disappeared quietly one after another.

Elder Feng's eyes were red with anger. "Hold on! As long as we hold on for a moment, the Pavilion Master will rush back. We must hold on!"

After hearing Elder Feng's words, the disciples of Fenglei Pavilion rushed forward like a tide, trying to block the breach.

Tang Xiaowu watched the disciples of Fenglei Pavilion fall one after another. Their tenacity and sacrifice made her feel an indescribable pain in her heart, and ripples appeared in her eyes. Just as she was about to speak and order an end to the endless long-range firepower.

Feng Qing'er led the inner disciples of Fenglei Pavilion and came like a storm.

Each of these disciples possessed the unique skill of Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Bodies. Their phantom bodies flashed and intertwined to form an impenetrable human net in front of the cave, dissolving the raging rain of arrows one by one and blocking them all outside the door.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaowu's frown gradually relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "This is how a duel should be. Xiao Yan, give them two more chances to break through."

Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with hesitation and struggle when he heard this. He stared at the figures who were fighting to protect the sect, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. "I am not a bloodthirsty person. The casualties that have been caused have already made me feel guilty. How can I open another loophole?"

However, Tang Xiaowu's voice was like a warm current in the ice, firmly and powerfully penetrating his defenses, "Xiao Yan, this is a war, a contest between the Ground Network and the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.

I can tell you clearly that Fenglei Pavilion and Soul Palace are exactly the same. They are in collusion with the Soul Clan and have done many shameful things in secret. Think about how your senior sister Han Yue was bullied. Think about your father, who is still imprisoned in the Soul Palace and tortured every day.

Our goal is to win the war, as long as our actions do not harm innocent civilians. Then, every casualty is for the greater justice. "

Tang Xiaowu emphasized, "Xiao Yan, I don't need to tell you this. Obeying orders is the duty of our Galaxy Mercenary Corps soldiers. Now obey orders and make a breakthrough!"

Hearing this, Xiao Yan took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed the reluctance and struggle in his heart. He understood that although Tang Xiaowu's words were cruel, they were also realistic. In this war, there was no absolute mercy, only the desire for victory and the persistence of faith.

So, he gritted his teeth and gathered tremendous fire power in his hands again. Two huge fire lotuses slowly condensed in the void, and finally bloomed above the sect protection formation, emitting dazzling light. Two new huge gaps tore through the space again, announcing the escalation and continuation of the battle.

When the war clouds were gathering over the Fenglei Pavilion and the fierce fighting was in full swing, Su Che and his party quietly found themselves in the legendary treasure secret realm of the Fenglei Pavilion.

Su Che's eyes wandered over the small hills of treasures, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Master Lei Zun, the treasures in your storehouse are piled up like mountains. Over the years, you have plundered a lot of people's money from Fenglei Pavilion!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Zun's expression changed slightly, and a barely perceptible black line could be seen on his forehead. He tried to remain calm and said, "Mr. Su, you are too serious. This is all the result of the diligent management of the ancestors of Fenglei Pavilion."

After he finished speaking, Lei Zun secretly complained to himself, "You kid, your eyes are almost shining when you stare at these treasures, and you are still pretending to be noble here."

Su Che smiled heartily upon hearing this. "In that case, I will accept it." Before he finished speaking, he turned his wrist slightly, and the portal of the companion space suddenly opened, like a giant beast opening its greedy mouth. After a moment, the treasures piled up into small mountains were sucked clean, without even a hair left.

Lei Zun and Feng Wuhen looked at each other in surprise and helplessness. Feng Wuhen forced a smile and stepped forward: "Mr. Su, this Fenglei Pavilion is now the cornerstone of the Yanmeng. It still needs financial support for daily operations. You see..." Before he finished speaking, the embarrassment and pleading were already evident.

Su Che waved his hand gently, his smile revealing a bit of mystery: "You two are both outstanding people, your family background is not thin, how can a mere operating capital be a problem for you two? Su's move is just to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha, to help you two clear some unnecessary burdens."

Feng Wuhen cursed in his heart, "This guy really doesn't play by the rules", but he could only say awkwardly, "Mr. Su is right."

After a thorough search in the Fenglei Pavilion's treasure house, Su Che was relaxed and contented, with a hint of amusement:

"Master Lei, your pavilion has hidden martial arts treasures, such as 'Three Thousand Thunders', 'Three Thousand Thunder Illusions', and even the mythical 'The Coming of the Thunder God', all of which are fascinating. This time, Master Lei, please teach me all these unique skills."

Upon hearing this, Lei Zun was filled with fear and turmoil, but he had to remain calm. He carefully took out two ancient secret books from his personal ring and presented them respectfully:

"These two volumes are 'Three Thousand Thunders' and 'Three Thousand Thunder Illusions'. They are the only copies left. Please keep them safe. As for the legendary 'The Coming of the Thunder God', it is the supreme and unique skill of our pavilion. It is not easy to obtain. You need to step into the depths of the Thunder Tower yourself and rely on chance and strength to understand its true meaning."

Su Che smiled slightly, "In that case, I would like to thank Thunder Lord for his help. I, Su Che, will personally go to experience the extraordinary power of this 'Thunder God's Coming'."

After saying that, Su Che turned around and stared at Feng Wuhen, which made Feng Wuhen feel cold. "What are you planning, kid? Just say what you want to say. Staring at me like this makes me feel creepy."

However, Feng Wuhen could only think about it in his mind, still maintaining a calm smile on his face.