The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

Jiang Ning unleashed several sword strikes from left and right, instantly dismembering the surrounding Beggar Clan disciples, their blood splattering everywhere.

Having temporarily thwarted the surrounding attacks, Jiang Ning continued to unleash high-intensity attacks on the remaining three elders.

call out!

Jiang Ning raised his sword and swept it towards one of the elders.

The elder's hand, which was holding the weapon, was trembling. Seeing Jiang Ning's attack coming again, he had no choice but to raise his weapon to meet the attack head-on.

As the swords clashed, the Zhenwu Sword effortlessly severed the opponent's weapon, its downward momentum unabated. The elder's pupils contracted sharply the next second.

puff!

A large amount of blood gushed out; the elder had been cut in two.

Another elder died at Jiang Ning's hands, shocking everyone in the arena and the audience.

The remaining two elders looked at each other, both seeing a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

They hadn't expected their opponent to be so strong, far exceeding their understanding.

However, Jiang Ning had already looked at the two of them at this moment.

After a while.

Another elder died at Jiang Ning's hands, and more than a dozen more corpses appeared on the ground.

At this moment, the Beggars' Sect members surrounding Jiangning had fear in their eyes.

next second.

Everyone started to flee, including the elder.

Watching the people scatter and flee, Jiang Ning remained expressionless. He twisted his wrist, gripped the hilt of his sword in reverse, and plunged it into the ground. He then channeled his inner force into the Zhenwu Sword, causing it to gleam with a cold light and even emit a chilling aura around its blade.

The rubble on the ground around the True Martial Sword kept shaking. Jiang Ning moved at this moment, twisted his wrist, and a large amount of internal energy burst out from the True Martial Sword, surging into the ground and spreading in all directions.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Countless explosions spread from Jiangning, rapidly engulfing the fleeing Beggars' Sect members.

"what!!"

"what!!"

The dust and smoke from the ground explosions shrouded the battlefield in mist, making it impossible for those on the outside to see what was happening inside. All they could hear were screams of agony, which were terrifying.

After a while.

The screams stopped, and the fog that shrouded the battlefield gradually dissipated, revealing what lay beneath.

The battlefield was now a cratered mess, littered with severed limbs, fragments of organs, and blood staining the ground red, resembling a scene from hell.

Those who witnessed this scene were so shocked that they were speechless.

At this moment, the center of the battlefield was still shrouded in mist, and a rustling sound suddenly came from inside, attracting everyone's attention.

A figure rushed out from inside; it was one of the four elders.

At this moment, the elder was covered in wounds, his clothes were tattered, and one of his arms was missing, making him look extremely pitiful.

After breaking through the fog, the elder saw Jie Feng in the distance and ran towards him as if he had seen a savior. However, he immediately fell to the ground, then got up and continued to run, as if something was chasing him.

However, they hadn't run far when, in a flash, someone appeared behind the elder and kicked him in the back, knocking him to the ground.

The elder turned his head and looked on in horror. He struggled to get up, but Jiang Ning stepped forward and stepped on his back, so that he could not move no matter how hard he struggled.

The elder lay on the ground, head tilted back, and stretched out his last hand toward Jie Feng in the distance, shouting with his last strength.

"Boss, save me!"

puff!

The Zhenwu Sword pierced the back of the elder's head, its bloodied tip protruding from his forehead, pinning the elder's head to the ground.

Chapter 625: I will visit again.

Jiang Ning released his foot, drew his sword expressionlessly, and the corpse on the ground twitched once before falling still.

The experts from various schools looked at each other, and the crowd remained completely silent.

Crush them!

There were seventy-two Beggar Clan masters, including four elders with first-rate strength. Anyone who tried to attack any one of them would definitely not be able to break through.

But with such a lineup, they were completely overwhelmed by Jiang Ning, who killed 72 of them in one fell swoop. The scene before their eyes seemed like a fantasy, yet it was so real. The corpses all over the ground and the terrifying result shocked everyone present.

Jiang Ning flicked the blood off his sword, sheathed it, and headed towards the direction of Xie Feng and the others.

Seeing Jiang Ning approaching, the other Beggar Clan elders subconsciously took a step back.

"it is good!"

At this moment, Linghu Chong shouted and rushed over.

"Well done, junior brother!"

Seeing Linghu Chong's excited expression, Jiang Ning smiled and nodded. He then looked at Xie Feng and the others, about to speak, but Linghu Chong spoke first.

"My junior brother has already passed through your so-called formation, what else do you have to say?"

Did we get through it?

It should be "kill through", right?

Looking at the mutilated corpses lying on the battlefield, the scene was extremely shocking. The experts from all the factions were speechless, let alone Xie Feng himself.

The elders behind Jie Feng looked at Jiang Ning with surprise and admiration, their previous imposing manner completely gone.

Xie Feng himself remained silent.

"What? You don't acknowledge it? Are you going to put up a formation for my junior brother to break through? If you're still not convinced, then send someone else up. Aren't you the leader of the Beggars' Sect? Your martial arts should be the highest, so why don't you come up and have a go with my junior brother?"

Linghu Chong was relentless and arrogant, as if he himself had just been the one who had been killed.

Hearing Linghu Chong say this, Xie Feng finally spoke.

"We lost."

"Humph!"

Hearing Jie Feng say this, Linghu Chong finally stopped his mockery.

“My junior brother once broke the 108 Arhats Formation of the Southern Shaolin Temple. What is breaking your mere Dog-Beating Formation?”

"what?"

"The 108 Arhats Formation of Southern Shaolin?"

Linghu Chong's words startled all the masters from various sects.

They knew about the Arhat Formation; it was Shaolin's top-tier formation, and the 108 Arhat Formation was the highest form of the Arhat Formation, capable of unleashing its full power. They had only heard of it before, never seen it, let alone heard that anyone could break it. They never expected to hear such explosive news today.

Everyone looked at Jiang Ning with disbelief.

But at this moment, Jie Feng's face was ashen.

If they had known that Jiang Ning could break the Shaolin Temple's 108 Arhats Formation, they wouldn't have set up this Dog-Beating Formation. The seventy-odd corpses lying on the ground now are just like their faces.

"Mr. Xie accepts his defeat in the bet. Since that's the case, let's leave this matter behind. Farewell!"

Jie Feng cupped his hands in greeting and prepared to leave without lingering.

Yue Buqun remained expressionless and did not even respond.

"Wait a moment."

Just as Jie Feng was about to leave, someone suddenly called out to stop him.

Jie Feng paused, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

Because the owner of that voice was Jiang Ning.

Jie Feng turned to look at Jiang Ning without saying a word.

Jiang Ning looked at him, his expression unchanged, and calmly said, "Chief Jie, you said in front of Master Fang Zheng that you were unaware of the Yanping branch incident. Even when your Qinglian envoy said that such things happened in all branches of the Beggars' Sect, you denied it all, saying that the Yanping branch incident was just an isolated case, right?"

Jie Feng looked at him coldly.

What are you trying to say?

"Since all the sect leaders and seniors are here today, and Master Fangzheng is also here, I have a question: Is the matter of the Yanping branch unique to the Yanping branch, or does it exist throughout the entire Beggars' Sect?"

Upon hearing Jiang Ning's question, Fang Zheng, who was not far away, frowned, but he was unable to speak at the moment.

Xie Feng didn't want to answer, but with all the sect leaders and high-ranking figures present, he couldn't avoid the question. He gritted his teeth and said, "As I said before, my Beggars' Sect has branches all over the world, and it's impossible for me to know the specific details of each branch..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Ning interrupted him.

"I'll ask one more time: is the incident at the Yanping branch an isolated case, or is it happening throughout the entire Beggars' Sect?"

Jiang Ning gave Xie Feng no room for maneuver or explanation, and pressed him directly for an answer.

"you……"

Jiang Ning's questioning made Xie Feng lose face, but with all the sect leaders and disciples present, everyone was waiting for his answer. Xie Feng remained silent for a long time.

"An isolated case!"

Jie Feng gritted his teeth and said.

Having received an answer, Jiang Ning did not press further, but said, "Since Chief Jie has already stated that this is an isolated case, and all the seniors from various sects present have heard it, I have no further questions."

Jiang Ning's words left the experts from all the different factions puzzled, as they couldn't understand why he would say such a thing.

At this moment, Jie Feng was in a bad mood because Jiang Ning was forcing him to answer. He didn't want to stay for a moment longer and turned to go down the mountain.

"Master Jie."

However, just as Jie Feng was about to leave, Jiang Ning's voice rang out again.

Jie Feng turned to look at Jiang Ning, his face cold.

"Once this matter is settled, I will descend the mountain again to visit your gang's various branches."