A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

"How did your fist strength travel to my Heavenly Pool acupoint!"


The elder of the Xuankong Divine Fist's mouth twitched slightly, and soon his facial muscles began to spasm.


A strong force exploded from Zhao Rong's body, winds sweeping in all directions, blowing the elder of the Xuankong Divine Fist backward, tumbling to the ground!


The Martial World was astounded, and a clamor arose!


Yet the elder paid no mind to his disgrace, promptly sitting cross-legged to meditate.


The elder of the Xuankong Divine Fist roared.


The previously silent Sect Leader of Kongtong flew out and pressed his palms against their backs.


Baihongzi's palm strength was incredibly magical, capable of helping them dissipate the firm and gentle forces intermingled within.


Moments later, the elder of the Xuankong Divine Fist each spat out a mouthful of bloody mist.


Chapter 182: The Shift of Stars! (8,372 words!)_4