Super Dragon slaughtering System

In less than seven days, the Qintang Empire had returned to its original appearance. The forces left behind by Faang Kong were uprooted by Huangfu Tao and his men. All of them had been killed. Not a single prisoner was left. They had also killed many families of Qintang Empire that had been passed down for hundreds of years. Those families had joined Faang Kong's side after that. They had helped the enemy, causing their hands to be stained with the blood of the disciples of the major families.    

Ning Qi placed the War God Temple above the Qintang Empire. Those were the disciples of the War God Temple that came from the East Profound Land. They flew away in groups. They were either visiting relatives or friends. Even Dongfang Haojie brought Dongfang Yuluo back to the territory of the Dongfang family, preparing to meet his father-in-law and mother-in-law.    

The newly built Marquis' Mansion.    

All of Grandmaster Ning's sons had died, leaving only the third generation of disciples behind.    

These third generation disciples could be considered elites. They had all cultivated in War God Temple for over a hundred years, and the weakest among them was a Qi Refining Rank Peak. The strongest amongst them had already stepped into the Mid Period of Battle Core Stage.    

Third Master Ning's current cultivation base was only half a step away from the Eternal Stage. When he found out about the major changes in Qintang, he had mixed feelings.    

"If we don't destroy it, we can't build it. Perhaps, the day of Marquis' Mansion's rise will be today."    

Third Master Ning stood beside Grandmaster Ning and looked at the hundreds of disciples of the Marquis family standing tall and straight in front of him. Any one of them would be able to do whatever they wanted in the East Profound Land.    

"Today, all of you are going to bring up a patriarch. I have no objections to this matter. It's up to all of you."    

Grandmaster Ning said in a flat tone.    

Family head?    

Everyone looked at each other and finally said with tacit understanding, "Grandmaster, the position of Patriarch, we feel that only the Palace Master can take it!"    

Ning Xuandong smiled. "You guys are really crafty. You want Beixuan to take the position of Patriarch? How long do you think he can stay in Qintang Empire? "    

Hearing this, everyone revealed a dry smile on their faces. This meant that whoever became the family head would have to cultivate in Qintang Empire in the future.    

If this was more than a hundred years ago, seventy to eighty percent of them would be willing to become the patriarch. But now, not only did the position of Clan Head not have any benefits... Instead, it was a burden. It was better to focus on cultivation in War God Temple. He would also strive to break through to the Eternal Stage in the future and live for hundreds of thousands of years!    

"Grandmaster, I have a suggestion."    

Seeing that everyone was silent, Ning San smiled and said.    

"Speak."    

Grandmaster Ning smiled and nodded.    

Ning San glanced at the group of third generation disciples and said, "I feel that the disciple with the lowest cultivation base should be the patriarch."    

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!    

Countless eyes fell upon a middle-aged man with an innocent and confused face. After he reacted, he hurriedly said, "Third Master Ning, this is not fair!"    

"Who asked you to not work hard in your cultivation?"    

Ning San said with a smile that was not a smile.    

The middle-aged man immediately lowered his head in shame. He had the lowest cultivation level in this group of people. It wasn't because of his talent, but because when he was in the Azure Dragon Continent. His favorite thing to do was to go out and uphold justice. He had saved many people and had become the saviour of many places.    

However, this also made his cultivation progress slow down. In a simple and crude way, he did not do proper work.    

"You don't need to look like this. In the future, there will be a test every ten years in War God Temple. The one with the slowest cultivation progress will go back and be the head of the family for ten years. When the time comes, I will bring you back. When you are in Qintang Empire... The only thing you need to do is to nurture your disciples. Whether it is in terms of talent or character, if there is someone who is treacherous... Then the current head of the family will have to continue to be the leader for another thirty years. "    

Ning San said with a smile.    

"That's good."    

Ning Xuandong smiled and nodded. He and Grandmaster Ning looked at each other. Obviously, the two of them were satisfied with Ning San's suggestion and decided to make the decision.    

"Hmm, not bad."    

Everyone looked at each other. Apart from some guys who were tired of cultivation, they all felt that Ning San's suggestion was very good.    

Soon, after more than a hundred years, the Marquis' Mansion finally elected a true patriarch.    

At the same time, the other major families seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they were also carrying out a similar scene as the Marquis' Mansion.    

Dragon Slaying Marquis Mansion.    

Mrs Zuo brought Zuo Linger to Ning Qi.    

"Have you gone back to take a look?"    

Ning Qi smiled.    

"Yes."    

Mrs Zuo nodded.    

"What do you think?"    

Ning Qi smiled.    

"Our neighbors have all died. When we go back, no one will recognize us anymore."    

Mrs Zuo said in a low voice.    

Over the past hundred years, her appearance remained the same as before. Because in the War God Temple, the thing that was least lacking was the Appearance Suppressing Pill. As long as it was a female disciple, she would be able to get one for free. In addition, Mrs Zuo's talent was slightly better than Zhao Er's, and she was already a half-step Battle Core Stage. She had comprehended the power of a Law.    

"En. Life, death, illness, and death are the norm. One day, perhaps even I will die of old age."    

Ning Qi smiled.    

"Young master will not die of old age."    

Zuo Linger quickly said.    

Her big eyes were full of worry.    

"Alright, I won't grow old. If I die, I will die in battle."    

Ning Qi smiled and rubbed Zuo Linger's head. She was only a head shorter than him. If she was on Earth, she would be around 1.8 meters above sea level.    

Mrs Zuo saw this scene and subconsciously looked at Zuo Linger. She found that she was enjoying Ning Qi's massage like a cat. A trace of joy flashed in her eyes.    

There was one thing that she had been holding back for a long time. Normally, when Zuo Linger entered the mansion, her identity was Ning Qi's little maidservant. Now that it had been so long, it should be time for her to enter the room, right?    

However, most of Ning Qi was not in War God Temple, so Mrs Zuo did not have the chance to talk about this matter. Plus, after her cultivation, she had a clearer understanding of Ning Qi's strength. If she had the chance, she would not dare to talk about this matter.    

"Less..."    

Mrs Zuo gritted her teeth and was about to speak when the sky gradually darkened. She looked up and saw hundreds of huge Dragon Clan. They were standing in the sky above Jing City with their gigantic eyes. They were sizing up the people on the ground, as if they were gods looking down at all living beings.    

When the people of Jing City saw this scene, their faces turned pale with fright. Their palms were sweating, and they hurriedly looked in the direction of the Imperial Palace.    

Qin Zheng, Qin Loong, Qin Yingding, Huangfu Zhengxiao and Grandmaster Ning also rushed out of the void and looked up at the Dragon Clan.    

Suddenly, hundreds of Dragon Clan slowly separated. A young man in a black robe appeared in the middle of them. The Dragon Clan nearby seemed to be very respectful to this young man and all of them lowered their heads.    

The young man looked down at the people under his feet and said slowly, "Who is Ning Beixuan? Heavenly Dragon Emperor invited them. Please come out and meet him. "    

"Ask him to come and see me himself."    

A faint voice sounded in the sky. There was only a sound, and no one was there.