Boom!
Xiao Ziji crashed heavily into the stone wall, blood spurting out.
In just a brief instant, he’d endured over twenty punches from that Wuzong, each punch carrying force no less than 100,000 jin!
But.
He still stood there staggering, not falling down!
This was an Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple. Even while suffering attacks like violent storms, even while already gravely injured, he had to display his iron bones!
“Sect Master Liao is a Wuzong, yet he can still stand after that—this boy’s physical body is too strong!”
“No wonder he won the tournament championship!”
“Unfortunately, no matter how strong a physical body is, it can’t withstand overwhelming force!”
The martial artists from various sects who’d been searching nearby gathered around and witnessed the scene of Xiao Ziji being bombarded. They couldn’t help but show surprise that he could still stand.
“Not bad, not bad.”
Sect Master Liao said, “To receive so many of my punches and still stand—you’re truly a good seedling.”
Xiao Ziji’s face was twisted in agony. Heart-wrenching pain spread through his body, preventing him from opening his mouth to speak.
If he hadn’t undergone that training in the Training Tower, he probably would have already collapsed by now.
“Little fellow.”
Sect Master Liao said indifferently, “Leave the Tiegu Sect and join my Qishan Sect, and you can be spared from death.”
Qishan Sect.
A sixth-tier sect in Heyang Commandery.
In terms of overall strength and disciple numbers, it was stronger than the Haoqi Sect.
This middle-aged man named Liao Cunfang was the Qishan Sect Master, with strength at Second-Rank Wuzong, also stronger than Qin Haoran.
Leave the Tiegu Sect?
Hearing those first words, Xiao Ziji painfully grinned with a smile.
He forcefully suppressed his injuries and issued a weak voice: “In life… I am a person of the Iron Bones Clanging Sect, in death I am a ghost of the Iron Bones Clanging Sect…”
“Boy, Qishan Sect has the potential to become a fifth-tier sect. Such good opportunities aren’t easy to find.”
“Your Tiegu Sect is merely eighth-tier. When participating in sect tournaments, your sect master doesn’t even accompany you. Why be so devoted?”
“A wise bird chooses a good tree to nest in—you should understand this principle, right?”
Everyone acted as persuaders.
However, these words entering Xiao Ziji’s ears only made him smile even harder.
Undeniably.
His current situation was very dangerous.
But leaving the Tiegu Sect and changing allegiances—even if he died, it was impossible!
“Swoosh!”
Liao Cunfang raised his hand, and as spiritual energy gathered, he telekinetically drew over the Type 88 sniper rifle that had fallen not far away.
Everyone immediately showed envy.
Using spiritual energy to retrieve objects from a distance could only be achieved by Wuzong who had higher understanding of heaven and earth attributes!
Liao Cunfang toyed with the sniper rifle and said indifferently, “Join Qishan Sect and you can avoid death. Don’t join Qishan Sect and you’ll only have death.”
His voice was arrogant, very much displaying a strong expert’s demeanor.
Xiao Ziji’s gaze showed not a trace of timidity, but rather resolute determination: “I won’t join.”
Everyone sneered coldly.
Giving you a chance to live and you don’t know how to cherish it—if you die, you can’t blame others.
Some sect martial artists felt it was a pity. After all, killing such a good seedling was truly a bit wasteful.
“Since that’s the case.”
Liao Cunfang said coldly, “Having killed so many of my Qishan Sect disciples, you can go die.”
Finishing his words, he took a step forward. His right fist carried dense spiritual energy as it bombarded over, the force sharply climbing—still over 200,000 jin!
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Forceful wind swept in, blowing Xiao Ziji’s black hair into disarray, but that pale face remained exceptionally calm.
This was daring to face death directly.
“Swoosh!”
Right at this moment, a black shadow flew over from concealment!
Though the speed was fast, it was captured by Liao Cunfang. His fist suddenly turned and bombarded toward the newcomer.
“Bang!”
The fist carrying 200,000 jin of force was like a sharp sword, directly penetrating through the black shadow’s chest. Blood immediately spurted out.
“Junior brother…” Xiao Ziji’s eyes nearly split with rage!
The black shadow that suddenly darted out from concealment was a Xiyu Hall member responsible for protecting him.
“Senior brother… quickly… leave…” That disciple of assassin origin had just finished speaking before he died.
“Ahhh!”
Xiao Ziji roared in fury, gathering the little remaining strength in his body to bombard toward Liao Cunfang.
He was going all out!
Unfortunately, even when healthy he couldn’t defeat a Wuzong, much less now while gravely injured. So when his fist came, it was swept away by the opponent’s single palm.
“Boom!”
He crashed hard into the stone wall and collapsed, no longer having the strength to support himself to stand.
Having endured so many consecutive punches, his injuries were too severe.
Liao Cunfang flung the corpse away, then took out a tissue to wipe his blood-stained hand. Looking around, he said indifferently, “So there were people hiding in the shadows.”
At these words, everyone immediately became vigilant.
The other several Xiyu Hall members lurking in concealment watched as their companion was killed. They all clenched their fists tightly, their gazes flashing with towering fury.
As qualified assassins, when facing an extremely powerful opponent, the first consideration should be retreat.
But.
They wouldn’t retreat, and couldn’t retreat!
Because their identity today was no longer that of assassins, but members of the Iron Bones Clanging Sect’s Xiyu Hall!
“Swoosh!”
One member couldn’t help but charge out.
He didn’t attack, but rather exposed himself and darted in another direction.
This was drawing fire, creating a chance for Senior Brother Xiao to escape.
The martial artists from various sects locked onto that member and sent over a dozen people to chase after him.
If he’d continued lurking, everyone would have had difficulty dealing with him, but by actively exposing himself, he was quickly caught up with and then captured.
“Thud!”
That member was thrown before Liao Cunfang. He placed one foot on the member’s back, looked toward Xiao Ziji, and said indifferently, “This should also be your junior brother, right?”
Xiao Ziji turned his face to the side. Seeing his junior brother being stepped on like this, fury filled his face in a twisted expression.
“Guessed correctly.”
Liao Cunfang obtained the answer he wanted from the expression, then lightly lifted his foot, saying, “Having killed so many of my people, let’s use him to fill the debt first.”
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Right at this moment, the other three members hiding in concealment could endure no longer. Even knowing they would be exposed, they all threw hidden weapons in unison.
Liao Cunfang raised his hand, freezing all the flying hidden weapons, then brought his five fingers together, instantly gathering them.
“Find all those flies in the shadows.”
“Right!”
The martial artists from various sects charged toward the direction the hidden weapons had flown from.
“Bang!”
Liao Cunfang lifted his foot and kicked the captured member before Xiao Ziji, then walked over step by step.
He was like a lofty king, looking down upon two weak ants, saying, “Since you’re fellow disciples, go die together—the road won’t be lonely.”
Saying this, he raised his foot.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Spiritual energy gathered, force gradually increasing.
Though he only used around 100,000 jin of force, given Xiao Ziji’s condition and that member’s strength, as long as they were stepped on, their fate would definitely be certain death.
“On your way.”
Liao Cunfang’s foot came down, the target being precisely that Xiyu Hall member.
“No…” Xiao Ziji’s eyes nearly split with rage.
He desperately wanted to use his body to block the attack for his junior brother, but he was too gravely injured—he simply couldn’t move even a fraction.
“Roar!”
Right at this moment, an ear-splitting fierce beast’s roar suddenly rang out from behind. The heart-wrenching screams of martial artists from various sects also followed.
“Hmm?”
Liao Cunfang’s foot stopped.
He didn’t look behind, but instead raised his head in surprise, because a cold, severe killing intent was spreading down from above.
Jun Changxiao stood at some unknown time on top of the cliff wall, one hand holding his Azure Dragon Crescent Blade upright, his face covered in towering killing intent. His voice was cold and grim: “Move your foot, and this seat will give you a dignified death.”