When Hu Zheng was pounded down outside the martial arts arena, when Qin Haoran couldn’t bear the blow and coughed up blood, the entire world suddenly became quiet.

The martial artists watching the excitement stood dazed, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

The Hundred Clans Alliance leaders looked at Qin Haoran with expressions of near grief.

Of seven battles, four had been fought, and Haoran Gate had lost all four. Even if they won the next three matches consecutively, it would be meaningless.

Alliance Leader Qin would have to go to Iron Bones Sect to clean… latrines.

That was the Sect Master of Haoran Gate! That was their Alliance Leader!

Unacceptable, impossible to accept!

The leaders of various sects who had gathered at Haoran Gate in advance—wasn’t it precisely to watch Jun Changxiao make a fool of himself, to watch how Iron Bones Sect disciples would be abused?

The result? The result!

The plot was exactly opposite to what they had imagined. The one making a fool of himself was Qin Haoran, and the ones being abused were Haoran Gate disciples!

The martial artists watching the excitement came back to their senses and then chose silence.

Even among those who had favored Jun Changxiao, none would have thought that Iron Bones Sect disciples would win four consecutive matches and achieve victory so cleanly and decisively!

An eighth-rate sect had smashed up a sixth-rate sect’s place.

As witnesses, they themselves could believe it, but would martial artists who hadn’t witnessed it believe?

Not hard to imagine—when this matter spread throughout Qingyang Commandery, those who hadn’t personally witnessed the battles would first react with “nonsense,” and second with “bullshit!”

Wang Donglin fell into contemplation.

The formidable performance displayed by Iron Bones Sect’s four disciples had brought him great shock.

He even began wondering: when they went to Shengquan Mountain for the one-year appointment, just how strong could these youngsters become?

Inexplicably, this Cangshan Sect elder felt somewhat anticipatory.

“Alliance Leader Qin, my disciples have won four matches. You must also fulfill your promise and come to Iron Bones Sect to clean latrines.”

Jun Changxiao’s face displayed a harmless smile as he said, “Don’t worry, my latrine doesn’t stink.”

Everyone’s mouths twitched.

Damn it, your latrine doesn’t stink!

Alliance Leader Qin pressed one hand against his chest, his other hand trembling violently, his breathing becoming rapid.

He couldn’t accept losing, and even less could he accept going to Iron Bones Sect to clean latrines!

“Hey, you there.”

Jun Changxiao pointed at the martial artist who had been watching the excitement earlier and said, “Repeat what you said just now so Alliance Leader Qin can hear it.”

The martial artist he pointed at hurriedly shrank his head and body back into the crowd.

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, “If you won’t say it, then let this Seat repeat it.”

Looking at Alliance Leader Qin, he declared loudly, “Whoever makes a wager but refuses to accept the loss is scum of the martial world, spurned by all, condemned by all.”

“Pff!”

Hearing these words, Qin Haoran spat out another mouthful of blood.

For a major figure with standing in the martial world, what mattered most?

That’s right—reputation!

In today’s battle, Haoran Gate had lost. If he didn’t fulfill the agreement, it would mean utter ruin of his reputation!

Qin Haoran slowly raised his head, looking at Jun Changxiao with bloodshot eyes, his fury and killing intent unconcealed as he said, “Sect Master Jun, don’t go too far!”

“Oh my, scared the baby to death.”

Jun Changxiao pretended to be frightened, crossing his hands over his shoulders and said, “Is Alliance Leader Qin going to renege, going to kill to silence witnesses?”

Wang Donglin smiled and said, “Alliance Leader Qin is the master of a sect and also the Alliance Leader of the Hundred Sects Alliance. How could he renege? Sect Master Jun worries too much.”

This was absolutely a divine supplementary strike!

It struck Qin Haoran so his body swayed, as if he might lose his footing and collapse to the ground.

“Sect Master Jun.”

An Alliance leader couldn’t help but say coldly, “We’re all people of the martial world. We see each other all the time. There’s no need to take things to such extremes!”

“No need? To such extremes?”

“Haha! Ahahaha! Ahahahaha!”

Jun Changxiao laughed loudly, laughed like a demon, laughed in a way that sent chills down people’s spines!

“Hah!”

Abruptly, he cut off his laughter, tilted his head, and said in a cold voice, “Old fellow, let me ask you—if the loser had been my Iron Bones Sect, would you have stepped forward to say this?”

“I—”

“You wouldn’t!”

“He wouldn’t either!”

“None of you would!”

“Because in your eyes, my Iron Bones Sect was born with lives cheaper than others, born to be humiliated, born to be meat on the chopping block for anyone to butcher at will!”

As his voice gradually rose, Jun Changxiao’s face also became twisted.

“A bunch of hypocrites full of righteousness and morality, full of false courtesy and pretense—what qualifications do you have in front of this Seat to speak of going too far, what qualifications to pose as paragons of noble righteousness!”

“Xiao Zuiji!”

Jun Changxiao pointed at the great hall, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared furiously, “Smash that plaque for me!”

Xiao Zuiji, who had just withdrawn, summoned his Type 88 Sniper Rifle. The muzzle aimed at the great hall. Even if this shot might poke a huge hole in the sky, he didn’t hesitate in the slightest to pull the trigger.

The Sect Master’s command—disciples could only obey.

“Boom—” A stream of light shot out explosively.

Under the gaze of over a thousand disciples and leaders from all sides, it bombarded forward. The plaque inscribed with the three characters “Haoran Gate” was directly blasted into tiny fragments!

Twenty-ninth day.

Auspicious for: travel, demolition.

Inauspicious for: opening markets, meeting relatives and friends.

…

Seeing the plaque representing the sect’s dignity shattered, the fury and killing intent within Qin Haoran could no longer be suppressed. His Wuzong-level cultivation completely erupted as he charged toward Xiao Zuiji.

One step, two steps… stopped.

Xiao Zuiji’s Type 88 Sniper Rifle muzzle swiveled over, locking onto his head, and he said coolly, “If Alliance Leader Qin believes he can be faster than the Divine Might Fire-Lance in my hands, feel free to try.”

Proudly holding his gun, threatening the Haoran Gate Sect Master, the Hundred Clans Alliance Leader.

This scene and moment could only be described with two words—badass!

“Clang clang clang!”

Their Sect Master targeted by a hidden weapon, a thousand Haoran Gate disciples drew their weapons in unison.

“Clang clang clang!”

Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomu, Tian Qi, and Li Fei each brandished their weapons, protecting their Sect Master, their gazes flashing with cold severity.

Zhou Hong didn’t draw his sword, but the breeze blew open his disheveled hair, revealing eyes as sharp as swords.

Holding that ancient, simple sword wrapped in black cloth, it trembled lightly, as if ready to unsheath at its master’s summons at any moment.

Ye Xingchen fell silent for a moment, then walked in front of Jun Changxiao, filling in the last gap in the defensive line.

Whatever, whatever.

He still needed to rely on his resources. Might as well consider himself an Iron Bones Sect disciple for now.

Thus, eight disciples surrounded their Sect Master in front, occupying eight positions. If Haoran Gate disciples dared to advance, they would dare to fight back!

On Lingquan Mountain, facing Shengquan Sect, they weren’t cowed.

Inside Haoran Gate, facing a thousand disciples, they couldn’t be cowed either.

Daring to confront a thousand disciples on the home turf of a sixth-rate sect—the hearts of martial artists from all sides held only admiration!

Qin Haoran said through gritted teeth, “Jun Changxiao, you destroyed my Haoran Gate’s plaque, trampled on my Haoran Gate’s dignity—this is an irreconcilable enmity!”

Jun Changxiao said coolly, “Isn’t it rather laughable for someone who’s going to clean latrines to talk about dignity?”

These words seemed to viciously tear apart Qin Haoran’s heart. The pain twisted his face to the extreme.

He clenched his fists tightly. Killing intent had never before spread so strongly.

But… he didn’t attack. Not because he feared the Type 88 Sniper Rifle, but because Wang Donglin walked over from behind and said, “Sect Master Jun, smashing someone’s plaque is a bit excessive.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Elder Wang, you saw just now—Alliance Leader Qin had absolutely no intention of fulfilling his promise. This Seat could only knock down the plaque representing noble righteousness to avoid defiling the two characters ‘Haoran.'”

“In this old one’s view.”

Wang Donglin played peacemaker, saying, “Sect Master Jun has smashed the plaque. The stakes you two set should be voided.”

“This…”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin and said, “This Seat will listen to Elder Wang, but I’m afraid Alliance Leader Qin won’t agree.”

Wang Donglin said, “Using one plaque to cancel the stakes, to avoid cleaning latrines for a year—how could he not agree?”

“Right?”

Looking at Qin Haoran, he said, “Alliance Leader Qin?”