White String(Up In Book Next)
Chapter 23

The Elders of the Blood Jars became furious. But they didn't do anything. As if waiting for something.

An Earth Swordsman expert ran towards them. He gave a sling that was accompanied by a resigned look. Upon seeing the expression of the disciple, one of the Elders darted forward towards the White String with killing intent.

"What exactly have you done?!" The elder continued to lash out the successive attacks that the White String had managed to avoid."What am I doing dad? Looks like you already know, why ask?" White String replied with half intention.

"Fortieth Elder, remember the Patriarch's command before this," the Thirtieth Eight Elders tried to calm down the Elder who attacked the White String.

"Are you trying to protect her? You are the same as ******* that," the Forty Elders pointed at White String angrily.

The face of the Thirty Eight Elders darkened, he did not expect an Elder who was two ranks below to dare to call it ********. While White String watched quietly from the side.

"It's been two hours?" White String muttered to himself. Then he walked out of the place. "Who let you get out of here, huh?!" The Forty Elders who had yet to temper his emotions clenched their hands and shot back towards the White String.

White String caught the Elder's fist and squeezed it until the sound of bones cracking sounded. Several other Elders grimaced when they heard the heartbreaking voice of the Forty Elders still holding his hand.

"Just be free, you won't be able to stop me. And I think you guys have more important things to pay attention to," White String smiled meaningfully.

The elders looked at each other. They had seen how the fist of the Forty Elders was easily captured by the White String. His power is no joke.

But looking at the appearance of the White String, they only thought he was wearing an artifact or an heirloom object. Yes, the author has forgotten something very important. Age White String.

This year 1402. Since White String was 18 years old, he should have been born in 1383 and had his 19th birthday the second month of the year. Less than a year from the requirement of a Thousand Sword Mountain disciple.

"Who said we couldn't stop you after what you did?" a powerful aura surged from the sky. He was Qing Qin, one of the Blood urn God Swordsman experts.

"Chairman Qing!" everyone below clasped his fists and bowed respectfully towards Qing Qin, with the exception of White String of course.

"You think you can stop me?" White String responded to Qing Qin in a mocking tone. Qing Qin simply took a cold breath and looked at the White String's disdain, "If you don't exterminate the fruits of our hard work, we might give you life!"

Qing Qin launched a site attack. Seeing Qing Qin's predictable attack, White String moved quickly to the back of Qing Qin and unleashed a counterattack.

A sense of surprise emanated from Qing Qin's countenance, "Son, you do have the ability."

From his sleeves, Qing Qin gave off a pitch-black aura that flew towards the White String. But before it touched the White String, the aura disappeared without a trace.

"What?! How can my evil spirit not affect you?" Qing Qin who was frustrated because his evil spirit disappeared immediately let out another set of evil spirits that almost numbered in the thousands. Again the evil spirits disappeared.

The corner of his eyes caught the thin golden layer that enveloped the entire forest. "Holy Formations?! Just die you fucking!!" Qing Qin roared furiously.

But White String is faster. With a single blink of an eye, Qing Qin's head rolled. His spirit quickly soared into the sky.

Previously, White String had requested for the Sacred Formation to be equipped with a spirit sending formation. So that whoever dies there will be his soul can go straight to hell. The author alone until touched by the kindness of the mc