Jun Qiyan coldly spat out these words. Her words were not a bluff. In the past, Jun Qianyin was only able to assist Emperor Ye Ming in ascending the throne because of Jun Xuanfeng''s persuasion.


    If anything happened to Jun Xuanfeng and Jun Mo Chen, she would no longer give face to Di Yeming.


    She had just given Jun Xuanfeng a medicinal pill that he had personally refined, so he shouldn''t be in any great danger. Jun Yunxiao was worried about Jun Mo Chen, whose cultivation had been crippled, and whose tendons and tendons had been cut off. Now that he looked so depressed, she was really afraid that he might do something stupid.


    "Where are you going?" Di Mo Jiu stood by Jun Qiyan''s side; he understood her too well. Her angry expression made it seem as if she was about to go to the Sword Spirit Sect in the next second for revenge.


    "Flatten the Sword Spirit Sect." Jun Qiyan smiled coldly. She had always wanted revenge, and the Sword Spirit Sect should have thought of this long ago.


    "Calm down."


    Di Mo Jiu was about to reach out and grab Jun Qiyan''s wrist, but it was too late. Jun Qianyan had already teleported away. Di Mo Jiu looked at his own hand that was grabbing the air and sighed.


    Immediately, only Jun Xuanfeng and Jun Mo Chen were left at the entrance of the Jun residence.


    "Bring old mister Jun back to the palace, and free two of the finest chambers. Ask the imperial physician to wait in the palace."


    Di Yaming waved his hand, and the imperial bodyguard carefully helped Jun Xuanfeng into the palanquin. Before the imperial bodyguard could even touch Jun Xuanfeng, he spat out a mouthful of blood.


    Just now when Jun Qiyan was present, he had been suppressing the discomfort of his body, using his inner body to suppress the blood that was rushing up his throat.


    Jun Xuanfeng didn''t want her to worry about him. He understood his granddaughter, and knew that she was only one step away from collapse. Now that Jun Qianyan had left, Jun Xuanfeng couldn''t suppress the blood in his throat any longer and spat out a mouthful of old blood.


    "Grandfather!"


    "Mr. Jun!"


    Both Di Yeming and Jun Mo Chen shouted out at the same time.


    Jun Mo Chen was sitting on his palanquin, and he looked at Jun Xuanfeng''s blood which was floating in the air, and his heart was beating wildly like a dead man''s. His cultivation had been completely destroyed, and the tendons in his arms and legs had been severed;


    If he left, Jun Xuanfeng and Di Moyan would at least be by his side; she wouldn''t be too lonely.


    Jun Mo Chen knew that this idea of his was very selfish, but he would rather understand his own life than live his life as a cripple while dragging Jun Qianyan down.


    However, Jun Xuanfeng''s current situation was not as good as he had imagined. He didn''t even dare to die so easily.


    Jun Mo Chen struggled on the palanquin, but no matter how hard he tried, the tendons in his arms and legs were broken, and he couldn''t move away from the palanquin. Hot tears finally started to flow down his face; he loved Jun Xuanfeng as much as Jun Qi.


    He had once been an orphan and had been adopted by Jun Xuanfeng. Even though he was the adopted son of everyone in the Jun residence, Jun Xuanfeng had treated him like his own son and had put all of his heart into this matter.


    Jun Xuanfeng treated him as his own son, and Jun Mo Chen had long treated the Jun residence as his own home. He had treated Jun Qiyan as his own sister, and Jun Xuanfeng as his own father.


    Right now, his mood was as if he was watching his own father being seriously ill.


    Di Yaming could also tell that the situation was not looking good. He went back to comfort Jun Mo Chen as he used his spiritual power to send everyone back to the palace.


    "Young master Jun, please calm down a bit. I will bring old master Jun back to the palace for treatment."


    As for Jun Qiyan, she was standing in front of the grand entrance of the sect. Although her face was expressionless, a thick hatred surged beneath her eyes, as if she wanted to swallow up the entire sect.


    Di Mo Jiu immediately appeared behind Jun Qiyan. He reached out his hand and tugged her wrist, "Follow me. The most important thing right now is to wait for Old Master Jun and Jun Mo Chen to be safe and sound."


    Jun Qiyan''s gaze slowly fell on the hand that was holding onto his wrist, and stared fixedly for a long time before he finally opened his mouth and spoke coldly.


    "If I don''t take revenge for this, it will be hard to quell the hatred in my heart. If the Sword Spirit Sect dares to slaughter my family, I will flatten the Sword Spirit Sect and make sure that there will never be another Sword Spirit Sect."


    "I know what you''re feeling right now, but revenge isn''t the most important thing. You should stay by the side of Jun Mo Chen and Old Master Jun."


    After all, their situation was very serious and it was very likely that the two of them would be unable to survive the duration of Jun Yunxiao''s revenge.


    If this was the case, if Jun Qiyan had not accompanied them at the last moment, and did not even have the time to see the last time, she would definitely hate herself even more.


    For a moment, Jun Qianyan was moved, but she quickly organized her thoughts and looked at the Sword Spirit Sect in front of her. The people who had slaughtered her entire sect were within the sect; she was already here.


    She couldn''t accept it!


    Even though they could not completely wipe out the Sword Spirit Sect, they were already here. No matter what, they had to give them a blow.


    Jun Qiyan shook off Di Mo Jiu''s hand, reached out and took out several spherical objects from her sleeves. This was the firewood she had bought, and in simpler words, it was an explosive. The effects of the explosive were very strong, and it was only after Jun Mo Xie had bought it that he realized the extent of the explosion, and thus did not dare to use it.


    "Since we can''t completely flatten them out, we''ll first blow them up a little, and then blow this place up." Jun Qiyan sneered. This time, Di Mo Jiu did not stop her.


    Jun Qiyan threw the Flaming Tree Silver Flower she had bought into the four directions of the sect, causing the explosive to explode as it landed heavily on the ground.


    This was a simple display of might. As for true revenge, Jun Qiyan would always personally return it to them.


    The tiles on the wall were destroyed by the explosion as miserable wails filled the air.


    Jun Qiyan turned around and walked in the direction of Di Mo Jiu. It was hard to tell which poor man happened to be standing right next to the explosives, but he was instantly blown to pieces. He didn''t even have the time to scream out in pain before a piece of his arm landed right in front of Jun Moyan.


    Screams immediately arose from within the Sword Spirit Sect. Jun Qiyan coldly looked at the arm in front of her, and then walked away without a single ripple in her heart.


    Perhaps the owner of this hand was innocent, but the hundreds of servants in the mansion and the people of the Jun Family were all innocent. She had slaughtered a hundred people of the Jun Family and a thousand of the Sword Spirit Sect!


    "Do you see clearly who ambushed us?!"


    "Look carefully, it''s the Jun Family''s girl!"


    "Damn it, the sect head has already ordered us to massacre her entire clan, and now you still dare to recklessly provoke her!"


    "Quick!" "Quickly go and inform the sect head that our dignified Sword Spirit Sect has been burnt to ashes and has lost control of its headquarters. If this news spreads to the martial arts world, who would even place us in their eyes?"


    The disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect gritted their teeth as they watched Jun Qiyan''s retreating back, while hiding behind the collapsed bricks.