Jun Changxiao piloted the Tonggu Warship, flying into the interior of West Sea Spirit Province at 500 mph. He discovered that formations were set up everywhere, with black-clothed people lurking in the shadows, somewhat like electronic surveillance cameras for catching speeders.
So he stopped.
He ordered his disciples to drag out all the black-clothed people emanating evil energy and interrogate them about who sent them.
Only Ancient Myriad Sect dared to act so domineeringly, because when Nine Provinces sects came here, they were invariably cautious, fearing they’d end up being gang-beaten by evil sects.
“Alliance Leader Han?”
Jun Changxiao stroked his chin: “What’s his background?”
“Alliance Leader… Alliance Leader Han is the alliance leader of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance…” the black-clothed man stammered.
Especially seeing Ye Xingchen standing sideways, Su Xiaomo smiling on a tree, and Xiao Zuiji doing deep squats while holding a large stone, his soul nearly flew away in fright.
Although these core disciples only had Wuhuang cultivation, having trained long-term at Ancient Myriad Sect, the aura they inadvertently emanated was like untamed wild horses.
“Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance?”
Jun Changxiao said coolly: “Be more specific.”
The black-clothed man, frightened to the point of losing his courage by Ye Xingchen and the others, couldn’t care less about loyalty and hurriedly revealed everything he knew.
“I see.” Jun Changxiao understood.
The so-called Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance was an organization in West Sea Spirit Province composed of over a hundred evil sects, similar to the Hundred Sects Alliance in Qingyang Commandery.
The highest authority of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance was elected as alliance leader with absolute power.
This generation’s alliance leader was named Han Wentian, from the Evil Abyss Sect. He had been in office for a hundred years. In terms of status, he was even higher than the Zhenwei Emperor of East Sea Fisher Province—a proper provincial hegemon-level existence.
“Why are you on alert?” Jun Changxiao continued questioning.
The black-clothed man said: “Because… because there’s a guest from the continent, so the alliance leader ordered us to set up defenses everywhere.”
“A guest from the continent? Who?”
“This… I… I’m just a lookout, I don’t know…”
“Get lost.”
Jun Changxiao said coolly.
The black-clothed man fled in terror.
Only after leaving the Ancient Myriad Sect disciples far behind did he collapse on the ground with a sobbing tone: “Mama, a group of monsters!”
…
“Sect Master.”
Jiang Xie said: “Could the guest from the continent be the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master?”
“It’s possible.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Let’s go to the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance headquarters.”
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
The disciples boarded the Tonggu Warship one after another, heading toward the most prosperous area of West Sea Spirit Province.
Along the way, evil cultivators could be seen everywhere, frequently getting into fights at the slightest disagreement.
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang said: “West Sea Spirit Province is very chaotic.”
Jun Changxiao said: “A place dominated by evil sects—it would be strange if it weren’t chaotic.”
Since they were heading to the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance headquarters, they had no interest in enjoying the scenery along the way and rushed forward at full speed.
“Damn!”
“There’s a ship flying through the sky?”
Evil cultivators fighting in the wilderness stopped one after another, gazing into the distance at the streak of light whose tail lights couldn’t even be seen, their eyes filled with astonishment.
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Ten Thousand Immortals City, Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.
Alliance Leader Han sat at a wine table in the great hall, smiling: “Just common fare, I hope Sect Master Shang won’t mind.”
“I’ve long heard that West Sea Spirit Province produces all kinds of delicacies. Being able to feast today is truly a blessing of three lifetimes.” The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master smiled.
After exchanging pleasantries, the two began drinking and eating, speaking freely during the meal like old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years.
“Sect Master Shang.”
After three rounds of wine, Alliance Leader Han smiled: “Han rarely goes to the continent, but I’ve also heard that your Demon Emperor Gate has ten spirit stone mine veins?”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master was surprised.
This guy actually knew how many mine veins his sect had. He must have planted many spies on the continent. This proactive invitation to cooperate was probably long premeditated.
“Of course.”
Alliance Leader Han smiled: “Han is just asking, not asking Sect Master Shang for spirit stones. Please don’t misunderstand.”
You clearly want spirit stones!
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master immediately felt troubled.
West Sea Spirit Province’s evil cultivators’ overall strength was indeed formidable, but what if after inviting them over, it was like inviting wolves into the house, and they turned around and betrayed him—that would be terrible.
“Come.”
Alliance Leader Han smiled: “To our sincere cooperation, let’s drink this cup.”
“Please.”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master drank the wine, but felt increasingly something was wrong, even having thoughts of being tricked.
At this point, Young Master Yuan’s importance became apparent, because if he were here, he would definitely provide very comprehensive analysis and suggestions.
But now?
Sorry, the life and death of the Demon Emperor Gate has nothing to do with me, because I only support Ancient Myriad Sect, only support Jun Changxiao, only support Yao Mengying who has the Innate Demon Body!
“Alliance Leader Han.”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master said: “This Ancient Myriad Sect rose in just a few years. We absolutely cannot underestimate them.”
“Please rest assured, Sect Master Shang.”
Alliance Leader Han drank a cup of wine and said with complete confidence: “A third-rate sect—Han has ten thousand methods to turn it into historical dust in an instant.”
“…”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master was speechless.
This guy was already arrogant enough, but after drinking some wine, he became even more arrogant. At his current state, he probably thought he could solo the Nine Great Wudi without problem.
Sigh.
This cooperation partner—no matter how I look at him, he doesn’t seem reliable.
This was the kind of pig teammate that even the strongest king Young Master Yuan couldn’t carry. Yet he had the audacity to complain about other teammates.
“Come!”
Alliance Leader Han said: “This cup of wine wishes us success in all our endeavors and smooth sailing!”
“Alliance… Alliance Leader…” As soon as he finished speaking, a subordinate stumbled in from outside, pointing outside with terror in his eyes: “There… there… there’s a ship… attacking…”
A ship? Attacking!
Alliance Leader Han stood up and slammed the table furiously: “Are you drunk!”
“Hello hello hello.”
Suddenly, a sound-testing voice came from above outside the great hall: “Is Alliance Leader Han here? Please come out for a moment, this Seat has matters to discuss.”
“Crack!”
The wine cup the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master was holding fell onto the table. His expression changed drastically: “Jun Changxiao! It’s Jun Changxiao! What’s he doing here!”
“Jun Changxiao?”
Alliance Leader Han said: “The Ancient Myriad Sect master Sect Master Shang just mentioned?”
“Correct! It’s him!”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master’s expression became increasingly ugly, especially recalling the scene at Du Ling Valley. His buttocks immediately felt waves of cold air.
It hadn’t been that long—why did this guy’s explosive aura seem even stronger than before!
Because Jun Changxiao was now a Fifth Grade Sword and Martial Dual Saint. With his dual cultivation of sword and martial paths, each grade increase brought huge gains, not to mention rising three grades in one trip to the Soul Clan Continent!
“He actually came to my territory.”
Alliance Leader Han strode out, his eyes full of fury: “Han will go meet him.”
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Outside the great hall.
Several thousand Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance members holding various weapons stood in the outer courtyard, all with expressions of shock as they looked at the ancient warship suspended above the main gate.
Ships could fly—how ghostly!
“Whoosh—”
Alliance Leader Han flew out from the great hall, landing with a boom on the training ground. Powerful evil energy spread outward.
This person—his strength was formidable!
“Hmm?”
Alliance Leader Han looked up at the warship, finally understanding why his subordinate said a ship was attacking. He sneered coldly: “Who up there is Jun Changxiao?”
“Me.”
“Get down here!”
“You are?”
“Evil Abyss Sect’s sect master, Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance’s alliance leader, Han Wentian…”
“Boom!”
Before he could finish speaking, powerful spiritual energy suddenly erupted from the training ground. Several thousand members were swept away simultaneously, and the sturdy great hall directly collapsed.
Rewinding the footage and entering slow motion.
One could clearly capture Jun Changxiao appearing out of thin air before Han Wentian, with an extremely serious and stern expression, viciously striking his right cheek.
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master who had just walked out of the great hall—his eyes gradually widened, his mouth gradually opened. When the slow motion resumed, a streak of light explosively flew past his shoulder. The great hall behind him directly collapsed with a boom, and the entire ground trembled violently.
On the training ground, now a crater dozens of zhang deep.
Jun Changxiao stood with legs apart, slightly bent at the waist, still maintaining his punching posture, with qi waves explosively bursting forth like a Super Saiyan transformation.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Under the raging qi waves, his full head of black hair whipped about wildly.
He slowly raised his head, saying coldly: “Dare to tell this Seat to get down here—you’re tired of living.”
Cool!
So cool!
In the rubble of the collapsed great hall, the Alliance Leader Han who could kill heaven, kill earth, kill air after drinking, now had his right cheek caved in, lying like mud, his right leg occasionally twitching.
One punch, KO!
Don’t underestimate this punch—whether from the execution, the strike, the facial expression, the environment, the camera work, the rendering, or the post-production effects, the budget for each frame was easily in the hundreds of thousands.
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master standing before the rubble felt his blood and alcohol violently churning inside.
The one who said he could use ten thousand methods to turn Ancient Myriad Sect into historical dust was instantly killed with one encounter!
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