The Holy Spring Sect disciples found it difficult to accept that Mo Shangfei had been beaten unconscious, so they placed hands on sword hilts, seemingly intending to take action.

Lu Qianqian, Su Xiaomo, and the others weren’t intimidated. As long as you dare to move, we definitely dare to draw swords!

At this moment, the Tiegu Sect’s iron bones were displayed to the fullest!

Previously at Black Wind Stronghold, one disciple had feared death and willingly betrayed the sect to join bandits, greatly disappointing Jun Changxiao.

Now facing the Holy Spring Sect, the disciples showed not the slightest fear and even dared to roll up their sleeves and confront a powerful enemy—this made him feel extremely gratified.

I don’t demand that my disciples be exceptionally talented.

I also don’t care whether my disciples have noble status.

I only hope my disciples maintain sincere hearts, view themselves as members of the Tiegu Sect, and share life and death, wealth and honor together.

“Sect Master Jun.”

The Holy Spring Sect’s Third Elder said disdainfully: “What is the meaning of your disciples’ behavior?”

Jun Changxiao said coolly: “Whatever your disciples mean, my disciples mean the same. Don’t pretend to be confused when you understand perfectly well.”

With disciples this spirited, if he himself cowered, what kind of Sect Master would he be? What kind of protagonist would he be!

Damn it!

Isn’t it just a brawl?

This old master’s Hard-to-Sheathe Blade has long been thirsting for action!

In that moment, Jun Changxiao wished he could strip off his shirt, reveal the azure dragon on his left and white tiger on his right, hold up a great blade and beat his chest, combining One Yang Finger and Lion’s Roar into one move, and shout: “Come at me!”

No wonder he was so calm—he had the Hard-to-Sheathe Blade to rely on.

Qin Haoran and the various sect masters laughed.

Daring to talk back to a Holy Spring Sect elder like this—if you want to leave Lingquan Mountain with your disciples, that’s going to be difficult.

Just then, Xie Guangkun came out to mediate: “Elder Si, Sect Master Jun, this is just a disciple sparring match. There’s no need to make it so tense.”

He was more inclined toward Jun Changxiao and hoped he could get through this ordeal.

“City Lord Xie.”

Qin Haoran said coolly: “Elder Si is one of the Holy Spring Sect’s eight great elders. For a mere ninth-rate sect master to speak with such tone is far too presumptuous.”

“Alliance Leader Qin.”

Jun Changxiao took out his sect rank badge, saying coolly: “Please open your dog eyes wide and look clearly at this Sect Master—my Tiegu Sect is now eighth-rate.”

Qin Haoran said angrily: “What did you say!”

“Didn’t hear clearly?”

Jun Changxiao raised his hand with middle finger extended, head tilted back: “This Sect Master said, you, this Hundred Sects Alliance Leader, are nothing but a dog before the Holy Spring Sect.”

Watching the spectacle was one thing—he wouldn’t say anything about that. But being passive-aggressively fanning flames required immediate denouncement without going through procedures.

As a sixth-rate sect master and Hundred Sects Alliance Leader, how could Qin Haoran tolerate such humiliation? Murderous intent immediately surfaced unconcealed in his eyes.

“Tsk tsk.”

The Holy Spring Sect’s Fifth Elder said: “An eighth-rate sect daring to so arrogantly humiliate Alliance Leader Qin—it seems in Qingyang Commandery there’s no dignity whatsoever.”

He could fan flames too, and with even more practiced skill.

“Crack!”

Qin Haoran clenched both fists tightly and stepped forward.

However, just as he moved one step, he heard a “bang” from the distance. A stone slab several inches in front of his foot was blasted with a fist-sized hole by a flowing light!

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

The three Holy Spring Sect elders all stood up, their gazes cold as they looked toward where the flowing light had explosively shot from. They discovered someone standing up on the high slope, hands holding a long smoking object.

Xie Guangkun and the various sect masters also looked over, considerable shock rising in their hearts.

The incoming flowing light’s speed was too fast—they had almost failed to catch it!

Just now that was… a hidden weapon?

The three Holy Spring Sect elders exchanged glances, rare solemnity surfacing in their gazes.

From the speed and power with which the flowing light shot down, they judged that if one wasn’t protected by spiritual energy and was struck, they would definitely suffer severe injury!

“Gentlemen.”

Jun Changxiao sat in his chair, crossing his legs, interlacing his ten fingers and resting them on his leg, smiling: “Above is my sect’s disciple, proficient in thirty-six thousand types of hidden weapons. The hidden weapon he’s holding is one of them, called the Divine Might Fire Blunderbuss.”

Divine Might Fire Blunderbuss?

Everyone looked completely confused, clearly having never heard of it.

Jun Changxiao continued: “Alliance Leader Qin, that was just a warning shot. If you think my Tiegu Sect is easy to bully, this Sect Master doesn’t mind having my disciple grant you another round.”

Three Holy Spring Sect Wuzong, and Qin Haoran was also Wuzong.

Surrounded by powerful opponents, daring to have Xiao Zuiji fire a warning shot—what tremendous audacity this was.

Xie Guangkun thought to himself: “Sect Master Jun, truly an impressive person!”

The warned Qin Haoran’s expression was extremely ugly. After brief consideration, he still withdrew his extended leg.

The flowing light that had struck before him just now had transmitted an imposing force that made his heart tremble.

The Type 88 sniper rifle with bullets condensed from low-grade crystal cores—whether it could kill a Wuzong was difficult to judge, but one thing was certain: at high firing speed, it would be extremely difficult to quickly capture.

Open attacks are easy to dodge, hidden arrows are hard to guard against.

Alliance Leader Qin was also somewhat afraid that the disciple would fire another hidden weapon.

Moreover, this was a matter between the Tiegu Sect and Holy Spring Sect—why should he overstep his bounds as a guest?

Of course.

Being described as a dog—this frustration was hard to swallow!

The Tiegu Sect and Hundred Sects Alliance had previously merely parted ways. Now it was equivalent to completely falling out.

…

Xiao Zuiji’s warning shot had intimidated Alliance Leader Qin and the various sect masters, and also intimidated the Holy Spring Sect disciples.

Although they had the impulse to draw swords, they had no intention of taking action. After all, above was a Tiegu Sect disciple proficient in over thirty thousand types of hidden weapons!

“Hmph.”

The Holy Spring Sect’s Third Elder said coolly: “Sect Master Jun is so arrogant. Elder Si would like to experience your brilliant techniques.”

The purpose of this challenge match was to humiliate the Tiegu Sect and let others know that even disciples expelled from our sect absolutely must not be provoked.

But now?

The disciple they sent out was defeated by a Tiegu Sect disciple!

The plot wasn’t going as imagined, so they definitely couldn’t let this rest. Therefore, simply and directly using his status as an elder, he issued a battle challenge to Jun Changxiao as Sect Master.

Qin Haoran and the others sneered endlessly.

With Wuzong-level Elder Si issuing a challenge, if this guy accepted, he’d definitely be abused into a dog.

“Can I refuse?” Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose.

It wasn’t that he feared battle. After all, he had the Strength Amplification Talisman and the Hard-to-Sheathe Blade. The key point was that without any task, even winning would be a loss.

A sixth-rate sect leader said coolly: “You are a sect master. The challenger is a sect elder. If you refuse, you’ll be ridiculed by the jianghu.”

“Oh.”

Jun Changxiao responded.

Your grandfather’s!

Quickly give me a side quest so I can fight him fair and square!

Unfortunately, no response…

The Third Elder said coolly: “Sect Master Jun, do you dare accept the challenge?”

His gaze and tone were full of disdain.

Did he think Jun wouldn’t dare accept the challenge? Jun Changxiao thought to himself: “What’s his realm? How much strength?”

The System said: “First-rank Wuzong. Strength is difficult to measure accurately, but… at least two hundred thousand jin or above.”

Two hundred thousand jin? And above?

That’s too high!

“My strength burst is around twenty-five thousand. Even with the Strength Amplification Talisman’s five-times enhancement, compared to his two hundred thousand, it’s far too short.”

The System poured cold water: “Host doesn’t just have a gap in strength with him, but also a gap in realm. If you accept the challenge, the probability of victory is zero.”

Among Wutu, strength gaps aren’t large, so defeating opponents above one’s level isn’t rare. But a Wutu crossing over Wushi to fight Wuzong—that’s absolutely suicide.

Damn it, this is a bit troublesome.

Should he waste that one and only Seal Opening Talisman and use the Hard-to-Sheathe Blade?

“Hahaha!”

Just then, laughter came from behind. Elder Ma appeared leading several Cangshan Sect disciples, striding forward: “Wuzong-level Elder Si issuing a challenge to Wutu-level Young Friend Jun—isn’t this bullying people too much?”

Elder Si’s expression darkened: “Ma Yunteng!”