Jun Changxiao had given Lin Shangyi a chance by not killing the four elders.
But he seemed not to realize Dog Sheng’s mercy, bringing a coffin to cause trouble so early in the morning.
Most intolerable was this.
Elder Song clearly wasn’t killed by him, yet they dared deliberately frame him.
Once.
Not twice.
So Jun Changxiao drew his sword and executed him.
His technique was clean, his methods decisive—completely not giving Lin Haoyan and the others time to stop him.
Lin Shangyi, his eyes wide in death, clearly hadn’t expected that with the Ten Great Immortal Sects’ forces already present, Jun Changxiao would still brazenly kill him!
To obtain greater benefits, he’d killed Elder Song.
Now he’d tragically died under Jun Changxiao’s sword, which could be considered fulfilling his earlier words—for murder, pay with your life.
“Jun Changxiao!”
Qianyin Immortal Sect roared: “You’re completely lawless!”
Jun Changxiao wiped the blood from his sword blade with a cloth, saying indifferently: “You should now have sufficient reason to move against my Eternal Sect.”
They did.
Very sufficient, in fact.
Of course, Jun Changxiao killing Lin Shangyi wasn’t to enrage the Ten Great Immortal Sects—he simply couldn’t stand someone who’d harm even their own people.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Tianhua Dao Sect’s several hundred experts finally recovered their senses. They erupted with their realms, revealed their weapons, eyes filled with murderous light as they charged forward.
Their sect master had been killed.
Any disciple with backbone wouldn’t tolerate this!
“Clang!”
Jun Changxiao stabbed his sword at his feet, hands resting on the pommel, his face expressionless: “Kill them all.”
“Swoosh! Swoosh!”
As soon as the words fell, Black and White Rakshasa flew out in a spiral pattern. Magnificent True Spirit Realm power erupted, instantly gathering densely packed Heaven-Crossing Palm Imprints.
When they first met Jun Changxiao, both were merely sixth revolution Core Formation Realm. Now they’d already stepped into Upper-Rank Truth-Seeking Realm—their advancement speed was nothing if not fast!
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Palm imprints bombarded frequently, space rapidly collapsing.
Though Tianhua Dao Sect’s side numbered over five hundred, and though they had quite a few Truth-Seeking Realm cultivators, they were only middle and lower ranks. Facing the stronger upper ranks, they could only passively take beatings.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
High-level members fell one by one outside the mountain gate.
Each had a concave palm print on their chest, no breath remaining, souls departing for the nine heavens.
The sect master had ordered them all killed, so when Black and White Rakshasa attacked, they showed no mercy whatsoever, striking with lethal intent.
After losing a large batch of fellow disciples, Tianhua Dao Sect’s high-level members finally calmed down from their rage. An elder turned and sorrowfully called for help: “Sect Master Lin, please uphold justice for our sect!”
Jun Changxiao said indifferently: “In a world of survival of the fittest, there is no justice, and no one can uphold justice!”
“Zhou Hong!”
“Disciple is here!”
“Annihilate all invading enemies!”
“Yes!”
Zhou Hong flew out from the sect, landing steadily at the mountain gate.
Though he wore Eternal Sect disciple robes, because he hadn’t changed them in a long time, many places had faded. His black hair was disheveled, his eyes weathered, and he held a simple and unadorned sword, like a wandering swordsman.
Why describe his appearance and demeanor?
Because after this guy appeared, he stood in place like a wooden post, giving no opportunity for any segue. We can only pad word count by describing this.
“Hmm?”
Lin Haoyan and the others frowned.
This person who’d just walked out released no martial dao aura whatsoever, looking like an ordinary person.
“Not right!”
“This person is definitely not simple!”
Instinct derived from top-tier experts made the Immortal Sect leaders realize this Eternal Sect disciple should be extremely dangerous.
“Whoosh!”
Zhou Hong drew a breath.
Perhaps because he’d appeared on camera for battle after so long, the moment his right hand touched the sword hilt, his five fingers could clearly be seen trembling slightly.
The sect master had given him an opportunity—he had to grasp it well!
“Clang—”
The long sword left its sheath.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Magnificent sword qi surged from his body. His entire being instantly became incomparably sharp!
Man as sword, sword as man.
This was an extremely profound sword dao realm.
“Such pure and flawless sword qi!” Lin Haoyan frowned: “This person should be a pure sword cultivator!”
There were very few cultivators in the Upper Realm who purely cultivated the sword anymore, because many people couldn’t endure the loneliness during the long years and chose to cultivate other things concurrently.
Zhou Hong was different.
Whether in the Lower Realm or the Upper Realm, he’d always persisted in comprehending the sword, reaching a point of obsession. He’d even repeat the most insignificant sword-drawing motion countless times.
Living for the sword, obsessed with the sword.
As for not getting camera time, he simply spent every day in the courtyard drawing and sheathing his sword—it was too monotonous and boring.
Dog Sheng, who’d cheated his way up, completely couldn’t compare with Zhou Hong who’d cultivated steadfastly—no, he wasn’t even worthy of carrying his shoes. Certain surname readers should be satisfied now!
“Retreat!”
Tianhua Dao Sect’s high-level members sensed crisis and urgently ordered disciples to quickly scatter.
Too late.
Just as they’d turned around, Zhou Hong took one step sideways, his body in a half-crouched position, disheveled black hair rising without wind as he said: “Sword Style, Eight Thousand Startling Swan!”
“Swoosh—”
Sword qi shot forth like light.
“Buzz! Buzz!”
Space instantly folded, presenting a bizarre scene.
“No…”
Strong death auras rose in Tianhua Dao Sect high-level members’ hearts. Their terrified shouts were cut short as sword qi swept past, bodies directly split in two, even leaving conspicuous sword marks in the nearby space.
Lin Shangyi had come to cause trouble, bringing nearly five hundred people. He himself was killed by Jun Changxiao, dozens of high-level members died to Black and White Rakshasa, and the rest—whether lower Truth-Seeking Realm or Core Formation Realm—all died under Zhou Hong’s single move “Eight Thousand Startling Swan.”
These were all elites.
Now dead before Eternal Sect’s mountain gate, Tianhua Dao Sect could declare bankruptcy.
“How is this possible…”
Lin Haoyan didn’t care about Tianhua Dao Sect’s elite being completely annihilated. After all, they were just a dog his family raised. What he cared about was that this Eternal Sect disciple appeared to only strike once, but actually attacked several thousand times in an instant!
“Eight thousand times!”
Jun Changxiao was shocked.
The system exclaimed: “This person’s attainments in sword dao have already surpassed the host’s.”
“Yes!”
Jun Changxiao had to admit: “His obsession with sword dao could be called abnormal.”
Dog Sheng had used sword dao aptitude liquid to advance all the way in the Lower Realm. Instead, after ascending to the Upper Realm, because he lacked a suitable weapon, he’d almost completely abandoned sword dao.
“This guy…”
Ye Xingchen said gravely: “Could he have middle Truth-Seeking Realm strength?”
He and Zhou Hong had entered the sect not long apart and had long noticed he was different from others. He just hadn’t expected that after coming to the Upper Realm, the man would break through to Truth-Seeking Realm through his own comprehension, even displaying combat power stronger than his own.
“No.”
He Wudi said: “Realm is already difficult to measure his strength, because true sword cultivators don’t care whether they’re Core Formation Realm or Truth-Seeking Realm. They only care whether they can comprehend higher sword dao.”
Correct.
Martial dao realm was superfluous to Zhou Hong.
From beginning to end, he’d been comprehending sword dao. So even if his realm were cleared now, as long as sword intent remained in his heart, he could still instantly kill three hundred people!
“Clang—”
Zhou Hong sheathed his sword, his disheveled black hair revealing a face full of stories and weathering. Yet calculating his age, he was only about ten years older than Jun Changxiao.