The three big characters "Burning Heaven Clan" and the iron paintings and silver hooks on it are obviously made by everyone.

As a sect without a sect, being able to become one of the eight sects in Nanyang County and the founder of Fentian Clan can be said to be an outstanding figure at that time.

It's a pity that the mountain gate was broken down today.

"From now on, there will be no Burning Heaven Clan in Nanyang County. I promise you that if you leave now under the seventh level of Bone Forging, Yuan Clan can forget the past! If you don't leave...then don't blame me for being ruthless."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yang waved his hand and slashed out with his sword, and the bright white light struck the plaque in the middle of the hall.

"No!"

Some Burning Heaven Clan disciples jumped into the air and tried to stop him.

But how could their flesh and blood bodies block Han Yang's blade?

Qi-gathering warriors can't do it, and even those in the bone-forging realm can't do it.

More than a dozen figures were torn apart by the blade.

Boom!

The blade struck the plaque.

The plaque cracked in half and fell to the ground.

The sound of the wooden plaque falling to the ground sounded like thunder in the ears of nearly a thousand disciples.

Burning Heaven Clan is over!

The broken plaque, like the symbol of Burning Heaven Clan, was chopped off by Han Yang with a single blow.

As Han Yang said,

From today on, there will be no more Burning Heaven Clan!

All Burning Heaven Clan disciples looked as if they were lost.

This sword cut off the last trace of luck in their hearts.

The sound of weapons falling to the ground came one after another. Countless Burning Heaven Clan disciples knelt on the ground, wailing bitterly, and the sound of mourning filled the field.

"Alas...why is this necessary..."

At this moment, a faint and long sigh spread from the side hall's Sutra Collection Pavilion not far from the main hall.
Chapter completed!