Not counting punctuation, Han Wentian said a total of twenty-five characters, then was KO’d by Jun Changxiao with one punch.
This was too domineering, too terrifying!
Li Qingyang said in confusion: “Could it be that the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance leader had a grudge with the Sect Master before?”
He could sense the Sect Master’s sudden attack carried overwhelming fury, that feeling as if there was some deep hatred.
“Second Senior Brother.”
Xiao Zuiji said: “The Sect Master has been acting strange since returning from the Soul Clan Continent. Does he have something on his mind?”
“In my opinion.”
Su Xiaomo speculated: “The Sect Master must have been bullied there, so when he came to West Sea Spirit Province, he used some alliance leader as a punching bag to vent.”
“Sigh.”
Li Qingyang shook his head: “We disciples are still not strong enough, otherwise how could we let the Sect Master go to the Soul Clan Continent alone?”
Lu Qianqian at the bow said nothing, looking at Jun Changxiao below who was striking a cool pose.
Li Qingyang and the others worried about the Sect Master’s abnormal behavior. Only she was thinking—why did he smell of roses all over when he came back?
…
The Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance’s council hall, comparable to a sect’s great hall, had completely collapsed. Han Wentian lay like mud on the ground with his mouth crooked and eyes askew.
Several thousand members who had been swept away struggled to stand, seeing their alliance leader beaten beyond recognition. They were all shocked to the core.
Just who was this young man standing in the crater, explosively emanating powerful energy!
The most tragic was none other than the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master. He traveled thousands of li to West Sea Spirit Province, finally reached an alliance agreement with the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance leader, and the Ancient Myriad Sect master immediately attacked right to his doorstep.
“Hey.”
Jun Changxiao said with a cold expression: “We meet again.”
“…”
Cold air from the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master’s buttocks kept rising.
It hadn’t been that long—why was this guy’s explosive aura 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 massive gains, not to mention rising three grades in one trip to the Soul Clan Continent!
“Speak up.”
“What are you plotting by coming to West Sea Spirit Province?”
Jun Changxiao stopped posing, jumping out of the crater and patting the dust off his clothes.
“Sect Master Jun, I…”
“Swish!”
Just then, Jun Changxiao vanished into thin air, appearing before the rubble of the great hall, the vacuum cleaner already on his back, its flat nozzle mercilessly pressed against the forehead of the weakened Han Wentian.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—”
Powerful suction instantly burst forth. Clumps of green attributes, along with hair, all flew into the vacuum cleaner.
“Pft!”
Han Wentian spat out blood, then his head lolled to the side as he fainted.
Just now, he had only been severely injured and still had some awareness. Suddenly in his sea of consciousness, an eerie voice asked if he needed help, if he wanted to become stronger.
Still somewhat confused, not yet having made a choice, he felt something pressing on his forehead, then… in a muddle, he fainted.
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao put down the vacuum cleaner, one foot stepping on it, saying with some surprise: “Didn’t expect this guy to have Soul Clan inside him. Not sure which hall master it is.”
Which hall master was loaded in the vacuum cleaner was no longer important. What was important was that this could be reserved for the year’s most tragic hall master award, since he was subdued without even getting any lines.
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang said: “The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master ran away!”
Jun Changxiao turned around to find the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master had disappeared without a trace. His spiritual sense spread out and found the man had already fled several hundred li away.
He sneered coldly: “Leaving without dropping something—what does he take this Jun Changxiao for?”
“Whoosh!”
Transforming into a streak of light, he gave chase at extreme speed.
…
In the firmament.
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master fled at full power toward one direction, until seeing Jun Changxiao chasing after him, he roared in his heart: “I never should have come to West Sea Spirit Province!”
Regrets were regrets, but he still had to flee!
Thus, the two staged a spectacular chase across the vast sky.
If it were before, the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master might have had a chance to escape, but now with Jun Changxiao’s greatly increased strength plus the Armed Wing boost, the distance between them was gradually closing!
No good!
Fleeing in a straight line, he’d definitely be caught!
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master changed strategy, rapidly plummeting from high altitude, then merging into the pitch-dark mountain forest, hoping to use West Sea Spirit Province’s special geography to shake off the persistent follower.
“You can’t escape!”
Jun Changxiao chased from behind, shouting: “Unless you give me some money!”
Hearing this, the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master nearly vomited blood.
You’ve already extorted me twice—my pockets are cleaner than my face. Where would I get money for you!
Run run run!
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master accelerated forward frantically, hating that he didn’t have two more legs, hating that he didn’t have a pair of wings to fly with!
Jun Changxiao said: “If you don’t give money, this Seat will chase you to the ends of the earth!”
He had latched onto the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master. If he couldn’t produce satisfactory martial dao resources, don’t even think about leaving West Sea Spirit Province safely!
The Demon Emperor Gate’s leader, who had absolute potential to wreak havoc on the continent, was now being forced to flee with his head in his hands by Jun Changxiao, his mind full of thoughts that he wanted to extort him. Just who was the righteous sect and who was the evil sect!
“Boom—”
Suddenly, an explosive sound rang out!
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master fleeing at full speed seemed to hit something, directly bouncing off and flying away, then landing on the ground with a “thud,” kicking up billowing dust.
“Ah!”
He clutched his head, crying out in pain.
Just then, Jun Changxiao had already flown over, then descended gracefully, crossing his arms: “Go ahead and run.”
“…”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master roared unwillingly: “What despicable method did you use!”
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand. The Jade Dragon Heaven-Asking Sword, Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and other weapons all materialized, presenting a posture ready to strike at any moment: “Cut the crap and transfer the money quickly!”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master said with a mournful face: “Sect Master Jun, I have no money. I’m so poor I’m drinking the northwest wind!”
“Nonsense.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Your Demon Emperor Gate clearly has ten mine veins. You should have mined quite a bit during this time. Quickly take it all out!”
Regarding the Demon Emperor Gate’s ten mine veins, after Young Master Yuan became Assistant Sect Master, he had already become thoroughly familiar with everything. Initially, he planned to let them mine first, then find an opportunity to harvest a wave.
If the other party hadn’t suddenly jumped out, Gousheng would have almost completely forgotten about this matter.
“Jun Changxiao!”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master roared furiously: “You’ve extorted my Demon Emperor Gate time and again. This Seat has truly had enough!”
The last few words, upon careful listening, seemed to carry a sobbing tone.
“How about this.”
Jun Changxiao stepped back a few paces, waving his hand: “Let’s have a fight. If I lose, I’ll give you money. If you lose, you give me money.”
“…”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master stood up, saying angrily: “Then let’s fight. Do you really think this Seat fears you!”
The two faced each other across several zhang, battle about to erupt.
“Crack crack crack!”
Suddenly, shattering sounds came.
The spatial area where the Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master had collided with his forehead suddenly showed fine cracks, then exploded with a “boom,” revealing a huge gap.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
One black shadow after another flew out from within, landing neatly on the ground in perfect formation.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
An eerie aura spread, and flowers, grass, and trees rapidly withered and died.
“Big brother, this is the Xingyun Continent!” A shrill voice rang out.
“Step!”
A bald young man with a shiny head appeared.
He stepped on a rock, hand supporting his chin, gracefully swinging the cape behind him, sneering coldly: “Xingyun Continent, from today onwards, tremble!”
“Hmm?”
The bald man noticed two Xingyun Continent warriors standing in the distance, looking at him with strange expressions.
“Blech!”
Jun Changxiao started retching: “This guy is so ugly!”
“Blech!”
The Demon Emperor Gate’s sect master also started retching: “This Seat has never seen anyone so ugly!”