Chapter 3292 Join The Flying Phoenix Sect

With Elder Sheridan's thunderous roar, the terrifying energy pressure he released as a medium-grade divine god instantly shrouded the whole world.

The sky turned dark and cloudy, and strong winds blew everywhere.

The sand and stones all flew in random directions.

A chill ran down from everyone's spines.

The anger of a medium-grade divine god was indeed terrifying.

Then, a dozen preliminary-grade divine gods stood in line beside Elder Sheridan.

"Well then, the Flying Phoenix Sect will be exterminated today!"

The preliminary-grade divine gods shouted in unison, and emitted a strong force that rushed towards the Flying Phoenix City.

At that moment, the atmosphere froze and became tense.

A ferocious fight would commence in a while.

Everyone knew that once the battle began, the people of the Whirling Sect and the Cyan Sun Sect could definitely destroy the Flying Phoenix Sect in a short period of time.

There was no suspense about the result.

In the Flying Phoenix City, every living creature trembled in fear.

The Whirling Sect was a formidable sect with many powerful cultivators.

They would do anything to get what they wanted.

No one could easily defy them.

The leader of the Flying Phoenix Sect, Fletcher, and the other senior members were furious.

However, they had no choice but to yield.

They knew very well that they were too weak to resist their provocation.

If they went on without a fight, their sect would be wiped out forcibly.

"Fletcher, don't test my patience!

Hold the competition, or have your sect annihilated? Make a choice now!"

Elder Sheridan shouted impatiently.

"Our disciples will only compete with those of the Cyan Sun Sect,"

Fletcher said and gritted his teeth. He clenched his fists in anger, but he didn't dare to take action.

"There is no room for negotiation.

The Cyan Sun Sect has joined us and has become one of our branches.

They have our full support.

Thus, our disciples will take part in the competition.

Fletcher, if you're worried, you can always ask for help.

If other sects or independent cultivators are willing to join you, you can send them to fight against our disciples.

If we lose the competition, we will leave immediately.

But if we win, we will take over the Heavenly Crater Mine.

I don't see why that's unfair.

Well, the competition begins now!"

Elder Sheridan shouted sternly.

The bystanders couldn't help but be disheartened.

The Whirling Sect was obviously well prepared. They had selected among their most highly-trained elite disciples as contenders.

However, at that critical moment, there was no way that the Flying Phoenix Sect could find other sects or independent cultivators to form an alliance.

Moreover, given the strength of the Whirling Sect, no one in the Ancient Mysterious Dragon Kingdom dared to ally with the Flying Phoenix Sect and participate in the competition.

Before the tournament even started, everyone had a hunch about the outcome.

The Flying Phoenix Sect would definitely be defeated.

Then, the Heavenly Crater Mine would fall into th

re must be more high-powered cultivators.

It was extremely difficult for the Flying Phoenix Sect to win the competition.

At that moment, a handsome young man walked out of the group of the Whirling Sect.

He put his hands behind his back and showed disdain on his angular face. Obviously, he thought he was a cut above others.

He went straight to the battle ring and smiled coldly at Cyril.

"Not bad. You won once.

But then, you will have no chance to win more, because I'm here,"

the young man said in a low voice.

Without hesitation, he threw out a punch.

The punch was very slow.

However, the space was so vigorously compressed by the terrible force that it made everyone unable to dodge, move, or think.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sounds of deafening energy explosions resounded continuously, as if the end of the world was approaching.

Cyril had no power to resist the punch at all.

Puff!

In the end, he was thrown away by the young man.

Boom!

Cyril's body was slammed to the ground.

A huge human-shaped pit appeared.

He was defeated by only one move!

At that moment, there was dead silence in the sky and on the ground.

"Our Flying Phoenix Sect is defeated!"

All the people of the Flying Phoenix Sect were dismayed and grew desperate.

Since Cyril was beaten, there were no more disciples who had a chance to defeat their enemy.

"Ha-ha! Fletcher, your sect has lost.

I notice that Cyril is the most powerful disciple of your sect.

Since he has been conquered, that means that your sect has been defeated.

Accept your fate!"

Dillon, the leader of the Cyan Sun Sect, burst out in laughter.

"Well then, I'll announce the result now."

Elder Sheridan of the Whirling Sect nodded with satisfaction.

At that moment.

"Wait! I'll join the Flying Phoenix Sect and fight for it!"

A loud voice suddenly echoed.

Everybody tried to figure out where it came from.

Soon, all eyes were fixed on the gate of a big house in the Flying Phoenix City.

A slender and ordinary looking young man stepped into the air.