When the Vice Hall Master said “you’re courting death,” dozens of Black Eagle Hall disciples immediately surrounded them.
Their strength was mostly at the Wutu level. Looking at Li Qingyang and the others who appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, their faces showed nothing but contempt.
A group of brats who hadn’t even grown all their hair—they could easily be killed off.
Li Qingyang and the others set down their roasted meat, chewed and swallowed what was in their mouths, then shook their heads and shoulders.
After training in Death Valley, they weren’t the least bit afraid of fighting.
Moreover.
Though the Black Eagle Hall disciples numbered over sixty, judging from their auras, their average cultivation was only second or third grade—not even as formidable as the Blazing Flame Wolf pack.
The Vice Hall Master said indifferently, “Sect Leader Jun, these should be the only twenty-some disciples remaining in your sect, correct?”
“Remaining?”
Jun Changxiao asked in confusion, “What do you mean?”
The Vice Hall Master smiled coldly. “What I mean is, one trip to Death Valley and quite a few disciples died. If the rest all die too, your Iron Bones Sect will be equivalent to being exterminated.”
Jun Changxiao understood.
He must think that he had brought many disciples to Death Valley for training, and the remaining disciples were the survivors.
Correct.
That’s exactly what he thought.
At the time, the Vice Hall Master had been in such a rush to catch up and rob them that he only asked about the sect’s grade without carefully inquiring about how many people had entered Death Valley.
An eighth-rate sect entering Death Valley would need to bring at least a hundred disciples to fight fierce beasts with their lives.
Take himself, for example.
This training expedition brought over sixty Wutu disciples. He had already calculated on the road that if half could emerge alive, it would be extremely fortunate!
Indeed.
The Iron Bones Sect brought a hundred or so people, and twenty or thirty emerged alive—their luck could be considered decent.
The Black Eagle Hall Vice Hall Master’s forced speculation ability was even more formidable than Night Emperor’s.
This was fine.
If he knew that the Iron Bones Sect entered at full strength with twenty-five people and emerged at full strength, he would definitely suffer a severe blow.
“What?”
Jun Changxiao touched his nose. “From what you’re saying, you want to kill all of this seat’s disciples?”
The Vice Hall Master smiled sinisterly. “If Sect Leader Jun cooperates and hands over what you obtained in the valley, they’ll definitely return home safely.”
“You’re threatening this seat?” Jun Changxiao’s expression turned grim.
The Vice Hall Master said, “You could understand it that way.”
Demonic sects had one greatest advantage—when doing bad things, they didn’t beat around the bush or act hypocritical. They were just this openly brazen about it.
“Did you hear that?”
Jun Changxiao said, “The Black Eagle Hall wants to kill you all.”
“Pffft hahaha.”
Su Xiaomo clutched his stomach laughing. “Sect Leader, these guys aren’t even as good as the fierce beasts in Death Valley. What ability do they have to kill us?”
“Exactly, exactly.”
Li Fei laughed. “Not even as good as fierce beasts, yet they think so highly of themselves.”
“Not even as good as fierce beasts”—these words were extremely grating. Vice Hall Master He’s expression gradually darkened, and the killing intent in his eyes grew increasingly intense.
“Hall Master He.”
A Black Eagle Hall disciple said coldly, “These Iron Bones Sect disciples are very arrogant. Why not just make a move and kill them all?”
Hall Master He said indifferently, “Since Sect Leader Jun refuses a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, don’t blame this Hall Master for being impolite.”
“Crack, crack!”
The Black Eagle Hall disciples clenched their fists one after another, tilting their heads as they approached, even summoning weapons from their spatial rings.
Having probably killed many people, the aura emanating from them was somewhat chilling.
“Sect Leader Jun.”
Hall Master He narrowed his eyes and smiled. “If you hand over your things now, this Hall Master can still spare you and your disciples’ lives.”
“We have no things, only one life to give,” Jun Changxiao said.
“Hmph.”
Hall Master He raised his hand, his gaze cold. “Kill them all.”
“Pfft—”
Sword light flashed, fresh blood splattered.
Hall Master He was startled.
My subordinates move quite fast.
However, when he looked over, he discovered that one of his own disciples stood in place with vacant eyes, his throat already slashed by a sharp sword.
The one who struck was Night Starchen.
He withdrew his sword, blowing away the blood droplet gathered at the tip, and said indifferently, “Trash.”
“Junior Brother!”
“Senior Brother!”
Witnessing their fellow disciple killed, the Black Eagle Hall disciples flew into a rage. They immediately infused spiritual power into their weapons and, not caring who their targets were, slashed at the Iron Bones Sect disciples!
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and the others drew their swords and swiftly engaged in battle and counterattack!
Song Hui and the other two martial artists also brandished their weapons.
They were now only one entrance form away from being Iron Bones Sect disciples—naturally they couldn’t sit idly by!
In terms of numbers, the Black Eagle Hall absolutely had the advantage.
However, when both sides clashed, the formidable strength displayed by the Iron Bones Sect disciples left them all shocked beyond measure!
“Pfft!”
“Pfft!”
Sword light flashed, blood blossoms scattered.
Hall Master He’s eyes widened more and more, his eyeballs nearly popping out.
In just a few breaths’ time, over twenty of his sixty-plus disciples had been killed by the Iron Bones Sect!
The process was nothing more than: strike with sword, kill, strike with sword again, kill again.
How could an eighth-rate sect be this strong!
Were his eyes playing tricks on him?
Hall Master He hastily blinked.
However, in that gap, over a dozen more disciples were killed like grass.
While disciples slaughtered wildly behind him, Jun Changxiao kept his back turned without looking. He knew that even if the Black Eagle Hall had sixty more people, it still wouldn’t be enough for Li Qingyang and the others to kill.
Really.
Weaker than the Blazing Flame Wolves…
No, weaker than even the Earth Flame Wolves!
“Damn it!”
Hall Master He’s eyes nearly split with rage. His peak Wushi cultivation erupted instantly, condensing explosive power to bombard Jun Changxiao.
“Whoosh!”
This punch carried a force of at least 60,000.
However, the explosive fist had just bombarded over when Jun Changxiao caught it with a single palm.
And caught it effortlessly!
“You…”
Hall Master He’s expression was astonished.
His own punch landing on this guy’s palm hadn’t budged him in the slightest!
Jun Changxiao said, “Don’t rush. Watch carefully.”
How could he not rush? If he kept watching, the dozens of disciples he brought would all be killed!
Hall Master He struggled to withdraw his hand, but that guy’s five fingers were like pincers—no matter how he erupted his power, he couldn’t break free.
“Pfft!”
“Pfft!”
The Black Eagle Hall disciples continued to be slaughtered by the Iron Bones Sect.
Especially Night Starchen—killing one person every ten steps, traveling a thousand miles without pause!
A group of second and third grade Wutu daring to fight with a team that had annihilated the Blazing Flame Wolf pack and even the Swift Wind Wolf pack—that was truly like an old man hanging himself, tired of living.
Unfortunately.
The Black Eagle Hall didn’t know of the Iron Bones Sect’s previous impressive battle records.
By the time they realized that this group of youngsters who hadn’t even grown all their hair were terrifyingly formidable, they fled in panic.
Very wise.
However, Jun Changxiao said, “Kill them all.”
This tone and inflection were identical to the Hall Master’s earlier “kill them all.”
“Swoosh!”
“Swoosh!”
Li Qingyang and the others pursued swiftly. The Cold Edge Sword and Overlord Qi delivered a thorough greeting, and the twenty-some fleeing disciples were eliminated.
At this point.
All sixty-plus Black Eagle Hall disciples were annihilated.
Only Hall Master He remained, restrained by Jun Changxiao, his eyes erupting with towering shock.
He had brought disciples to Death Valley for training, still hoping half could emerge alive. In the result, they hadn’t even entered the valley before being… completely annihilated!
Only now did Hall Master He realize that the Iron Bones Sect was no pushover—he had kicked an iron plate!
“Hey.”
Jun Changxiao smiled. “All your subordinates are dead.”
The smile appeared harmless, but in Hall Master He’s eyes, it was incomparably sinister and chilling, like a devil smiling at him.
“Sect… Sect Leader Jun…” he hastily said. “I think this is a misunderstanding!”
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao raised the Desert Eagle and pressed it against his forehead, his gaze cold. “Remember this—if you can be reborn as a human in your next life, polish your eyes before going out. Don’t provoke my Iron Bones Clanging Sect again.”
“Bang!”
The bullet shot out, penetrating his skull.
“Thud!”
The Black Eagle Hall Vice Hall Master fell straight down, his gaze gradually dimming.
Yes.
He had kicked an iron plate.
This iron plate was not only hard, but its style of conduct was extremely decisive—comparable to demonic sects.