All seven disciples defeated, the main hall plaque shattered, compensation of ten million taels, the sect master’s weapons severed, and the person himself slashed.
All of the above was sufficient to show that the Haoqi Sect had completely fallen today—not only losing face and losing money, but also losing the dignity of a sixth-rate sect!
“Jun Changxiao!”
“My Haoqi Sect and your Tiegu Sect are now irreconcilable enemies!”
Qin Haoran forcefully endured the pain from his back injury, his eyeballs filled with frightening bloodshot veins.
He lost the sparring match and lost face too.
However, martial artists from all sides were still watching. He had to deliver his harsh words properly, because these were the rules of the jianghu!
If there weren’t so many people around, Alliance Master Qin might have laid on the ground, rested his forehead on his arm, and wailed like a child.
Damn it.
So damaging to his self-esteem, so unbearable!
But there was no helping it.
It was Jun Changxiao who came to wreck his place, not him going to wreck others’ places—he couldn’t avoid it.
One could only say this was self-inflicted.
Lingquan Sect hired bandits and assassins. Being in the wrong, they were destroyed by Jun Changxiao. He himself pretended not to know—wouldn’t it have been better not to get involved?
He just had to bootlick the Shengquan Sect, bringing alliance members to conduct a trial at the Xingyue Tower.
As a fifth-rate sect, Qin Haoran bootlicking wasn’t too problematic, but he had to go and fan the flames in front of the three Shengquan Sect elders.
For this kind of person, Jun Changxiao had to deliver a blow, because letting it slide would only make him more brazen.
Sect Master Jun didn’t play tricks either—he just brought disciples to challenge at their door, defeated you in front of everyone, trampled your dignity underfoot. Who could find fault with that?
Old iron, no problem!
…
At the foot of Haoqi Sect’s mountain.
Having just walked down, Jun Changxiao’s entire body went soft, and his person also wobbled and collapsed.
Xiao Zuiji’s eyes were quick and his hands fast. He hurriedly supported him, asking worriedly: “Sect Master, are you alright?”
“I’m… I’m fine…” Jun Changxiao’s face was deathly pale as he said weakly: “Let’s go. We’re returning to the sect.”
Wang Donglin, following behind, said: “Sect Master Jun’s blade—its quality shouldn’t be lower than superior-grade high-tier. Forcibly using it with Wutu cultivation without his physical body collapsing, only experiencing full-body exhaustion, is truly fortunate.”
“…” Jun Changxiao fell silent.
Although under the enhancement of the Strength Amplification Talisman he was able to lift the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, consecutively swinging and slashing five blade strikes had exhausted all the spiritual energy and stamina within his qi cyclone—thoroughly drained!
Walking down from the Haoqi Sect was also his iron bones forcibly holding on.
“Whoosh!”
Jun Changxiao took a breath and thought: “Fortunately I slashed Qin Haoran out of the sparring grounds, otherwise the unlucky one would have been me.”
Relying on the Green Dragon Crescent Blade bought with 200 contribution points, combined with the Strength Amplification Talisman, he barely defeated a First-Rank Wuzong—showing that cross-realm fighting across two levels was truly too difficult!
More than difficult.
Simply difficult as ascending to heaven!
At that time, if Qin Haoran hadn’t cared about his weapon being notched by the blade strikes and had adopted active attacks, Jun Changxiao would definitely have met with tragedy, because the blade being too heavy would have greatly affected him.
In summary.
This battle was won by Sect Master Jun extremely narrowly.
“After returning to the sect, I must have disciples rapidly improve their cultivation, then go complete the epic mission to elevate my own level!” Jun Changxiao thought.
The system said: “Based on the Host’s strength at that time, you need at least 150,000 catties to barely use it.”
150,000 catties just to barely use it?
Jun Changxiao said speechlessly: “This divinely modified Green Dragon Crescent Blade is truly terrifying!”
“Ding! Host has spent 20 contribution points, obtained Initial-Grade Strength Amplification Talisman ×1, already transferred to the spatial ring.”
“Ding! Sect contribution points: 480/500.”
The Green Dragon Crescent Blade required sufficient strength. As long as the strength talisman didn’t have time cooldown, he’d definitely purchase it immediately for emergency needs.
“The blade is truly formidable. I wonder how strong the special effect, Soul of the Martial Saint, would be if activated?” Jun Changxiao thought.
The system said: “The Host can’t even use the Green Dragon Crescent Blade normally right now. Better not consider the special effect for now.”
True, true.
If the special effect was incredibly strong but his own strength couldn’t keep up and his body exploded, that joke would be too big.
“Sect Master Jun.”
At a crossroads, Family Head Ai cupped his hands and said: “Ai must return to Huyang City. I’ll take my leave here!”
“Farewell…”
Jun Changxiao lacked the strength and only weakly said one sentence.
Ai Shangni left with Wang Donglin. On the road, he thought: “The Tiegu Sect disciples are so formidable—they must have consumed Body Molding Pills. After returning, I must raise the starting bid!”
He was convinced that Li Qingyang and the others had consumed Body Molding Pills to achieve cross-realm combat, so he prepared to make a killing!
…
Xie Guangkun, Family Head Li, and others traveled the same road as Jun Changxiao.
Because it was quite far from Qingyang City and they were taking mountain wilderness paths, after nightfall they found a clean cave to settle down and rest.
Jun Changxiao sat cross-legged, circulated the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic, and began replenishing the consumed spiritual energy.
Xiao Zuiji held the Type 88 Sniper Rifle, lying prone in a tree outside the cave, periodically leaning toward the 8x scope to observe everything around.
Ten members of the Drizzle Hall scattered in the darkness—even a rat slipping by could be captured.
Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo guarded the cave entrance.
Tian Qi and Li Fei stood near the Sect Master providing absolute protection.
Seeing them as if facing a great enemy, Xie Guangkun sat by the fire and smiled: “Qin Haoran is after all a person of status and reputation. He won’t use despicable means to ambush.”
Jun Changxiao’s qi cyclone spiritual energy and stamina had recovered considerably. He opened his eyes and said: “City Lord Xie, when out and about, it’s better to be vigilant.”
He wasn’t worried about Qin Haoran—he was worried about other powerhouses from the Hundred Sects Alliance, worried about the two groups of assassins that might exist.
Going to challenge the Haoqi Sect had spread throughout all of Qingyang Prefecture. Those with ill intentions toward him had definitely received the news and might have already laid out assassination plans early.
“Bang—”
Suddenly, gunfire came from outside the cave.
City Lord Xie, Family Head Li, and others sitting by the fire were startled by the enormous boom.
Jun Changxiao said: “Go out and take a look.”
“Yes.”
Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo left the cave. City Lord Xie also hurriedly followed.
Tian Qi and Li Fei moved closer to the Sect Master, worried an accident might occur.
Lu Qianqian pressed against the stone wall behind Jun Changxiao, her jade hand already resting on the sword sheath, her bright eyes flashing a trace of coldness.
Zhou Hong stood up holding his sword and walked out of the cave to stand at the entrance.
The calmest still had to be Ye Xingchen. This fellow seemed like nothing was wrong, lying in the hay pile.
The originally peaceful cave, following the Type 88 Sniper Rifle’s report, instantly became serious, causing Family Head Li and others’ expressions to become grave.
“Swish!”
Before long, Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo returned, throwing the corpse of someone wearing night clothes on the ground, saying: “Sect Master, there was only one person.”
“Search.”
“Mm.”
Su Xiaomo searched the body and said: “Sect Master, there’s nothing on him.”
“Nothing at all?” Jun Changxiao stroked his chin and said: “Could they be part of the same group as those assassins outside Liyang City?”
…
In the darkness of the mountain forest, several black-clothed figures moved at extreme speed, cautiously gathering together.
“Big Brother, Third Brother was killed,” a black-clothed figure said in a hoarse voice.
“This Tiegu Sect is extremely cautious. We cannot rashly attack, otherwise we’ll definitely die under those divine might firearms,” the black-clothed person called Big Brother said in a low voice.
“So many brothers went to the Tiegu Sect and not one returned—they must have died under this kind of hidden weapon,” someone said angrily.
“Big Brother, what do we do now?”
“Retreat first, think of another plan.”
“Mm.”
“Rustle rustle rustle!”
The five black-clothed figures departed using the cover of night and complex terrain.
From their movements, these people were clearly similar to professionally trained assassins.
However.
These brothers would never dream that no matter how they concealed themselves or retreated, they had already been marked by members of the Drizzle Hall lurking in the darkness.
You’re professionals?
Sorry, compared to Drizzle Tower’s gold-medal assassins, you’re still much weaker!