“Pfft!”

At the other end, the deputy hall master was directly pierced through the chest by a Cold Edge Sword.

Although his strength was at Second-Rank Wushi, facing Li Qingyang, a Ninth-Rank Wutu with supreme-grade aptitude, he could only symbolically resist two moves.

This was already special consideration.

With our Li genius’s true strength, wanting to kill him would only require one exchange.

“Thud!”

The deputy hall master knelt on the ground, his gaze scattered.

Having flown down from the mountain cliff like performing acrobatics, only to die like this—he had never imagined this at all.

As for the other three helm masters, one was slain beneath Su Xiaomo’s sword, one was killed by Tian Qi, and the last died under Long Ziyang’s Overlord Spear.

“Tsk, tsk.”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin, saying: “That kid’s strength is also quite good.”

If Long Ziyang heard this, he would definitely cry.

Sect Master, my strength has always been strong—it’s just that in Death Valley, the inner sect senior brothers each performed more monstrously than the last, completely overshadowing my brilliance!

Witnessing the deputy hall master and helm masters all killed, the Black Eagle Hall disciples’ eyes filled with shock, and retreat rose in their hearts.

Retreat?

That was impossible.

From the moment they jumped down from the mountain cliff, they were already destined to die—not from falling, but from being killed.

“Pfft!”

“Pfft!”

Zhang Wei and ten other disciples, fierce as wolves and tigers, wielded Cold Edge Swords and Overlord Spears, slaughtering with overwhelming power.

“Crack, crack, crack!”

Lu Qianqian raised her bracelet-equipped right hand, cold qi pervading forth, instantly freezing an enemy in ice, saying: “Junior Sister Ling, go kill him.”

“Uh… okay…”

Ling Yuanxue cautiously walked over with her sword, then swung it to hack and kill.

When killing Ergouzi earlier, she had still kept her eyes closed. Now being able to open them was the best proof of growth.

Under the brutal and merciless slaughter of the Tiegu disciples, all the Black Eagle Hall people fell to the ground—not one was left alive.

Old rules.

Everyone began searching bodies, finding quite a few spatial rings.

And indeed, these Black Eagle Hall people, especially the several helm masters, really did have goods in their rings.

Just in banknotes alone there were seventy to eighty thousand, plus quite a few crystal cores.

Jun Changxiao collected everything, saying: “Plundering these evil sects really isn’t a bad way to make money.”

“Sect Master!”

Su Xiaomo searched out an item resembling a flint fire starter from the deputy hall master’s body, saying: “What is this thing?”

Jun Changxiao took it over, carefully observing it before saying: “Might be something like a signal gun.”

Thinking of what that deputy hall master had said earlier, he understood that the people at Black Eagle Hall headquarters should be waiting for the people below to send a signal, then lead everyone to charge down and form an encirclement.

This was an opportunity.

Could be put to good use.

Jun Changxiao said: “Male disciples, strip off all these people’s clothes and change into them.”

“Yes!”

Although they didn’t understand the meaning, the disciples still complied.

Soon, Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji, and the others put on the Black Eagle Hall uniforms embroidered with the character for ‘eagle.’ Though they didn’t fit very well, they could still make do.

“Ugh!”

Su Xiaomo pinched her nose, saying: “Such a strong body odor smell.”

“Let’s go.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Head back.”

Everyone returned along the original route.

After meeting up with Drizzle Hall, Jun Changxiao said: “Did anyone come out from the mountain gate?”

“No.” Li Luoqiu said.

When she saw Li Qingyang and the others wearing Black Eagle Hall uniforms, she said puzzled: “Sect Master, are you planning to have them infiltrate?”

“No.”

Jun Changxiao sat on a rock. After pondering for a bit, he said: “To lure all the rats above down.”

Li Luoqiu was bewildered.

Jun Changxiao summoned the disciples before him and began deploying the next step.

“Understood?”

“Understood.”

Everyone said in unison.

Jun Changxiao jumped down from the rock, then led everyone to a relatively concealed area and took out the flint fire starter-like item.

How to use it?

He played with it for a while, discovering the bottom end was a bit loose. Trying to press it down, the front end immediately spurted out strange smoke.

Sect Master Jun feared it was poisonous and hurriedly held his breath.

Overthinking it.

That smoke wasn’t poisonous, but rather carried a relatively faint scent, drifting like powder dust toward the Black Eagle Mountain direction, finally merging into the main hall.

Lie Heisha, who was anxiously waiting, smelled the scent and grinned, saying: “The deputy hall master has sent out the signal. Mister Yang, we can take action now, right?”

“We can.” Yang Zhi said.

“Swoosh!”

Lie Heisha strode forth with large steps, snapped his fingers, and over three hundred disciples immediately surged out from the inner courtyard.

They didn’t exit through the main gate, but instead vaulted over the wall and jumped out, then followed the hall master rushing down the stone steps.

“As expected, it’s a signal gun.”

Jun Changxiao in the tree, wearing dazzling sunglasses, saw through the eight-times scope a dark mass of people coming down.

Among them, the one with the strongest cultivation was a peak-stage Wushi with upper-grade spiritual root—he guessed this should be Black Eagle Hall’s hall master.

For a seventh-rate sect’s big boss to have peak-stage Wushi cultivation was already quite good.

One must know, Qin Haoran, a big shot from a sixth-rate sect, had only just stepped into Wuzong.

Of course.

Jun Changxiao knew that the Black Eagle Hall master’s strength was definitely not due to talent, but certainly related to cultivating evil sect techniques.

So when facing this kind of sinister opponent, one must take it seriously.

“Zhou Hong.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Among the people coming down, there’s a peak-stage Wushi. I’ll leave him to you later.”

“Mm.” Zhou Hong responded.

After this sword cultivator returned to the sect, he didn’t go to the Trial Tower for training, but instead wholeheartedly comprehended the Soaring Sword Divine Art.

Although it had only been half a month, from the sword momentum inadvertently revealed in his eyes, one could see he should have made good progress.

Jun Changxiao had also asked him, won’t you go temper your physical body?

Zhou Hong’s answer was: “When sword cultivators comprehend the sword dao, it’s equivalent to tempering the physical body.”

Just standing there motionless could also temper?

Jun Changxiao couldn’t understand this special profession, so he just let it be.

“Sect Master.”

Ye Xingchen said indifferently: “No need for Junior Brother Zhou to act. I can resolve that peak-stage Wushi.”

“This is an evil sect leader—who knows if he’ll have some sinister and vicious martial techniques.” Jun Changxiao said: “Are you confident?”

“I’m confident.” Ye Xingchen said indifferently.

A seventh-rate evil sect leader meant nothing to him at all. Back in the day, the evil sect Wuhuang and Wusheng he had killed were not few in number.

“In that case.”

Jun Changxiao said: “The leader is yours.”

After arranging things, he said: “Everyone, proceed according to plan.”

“Yes!”

Drizzle Hall members carried over the Black Eagle Hall deputy hall master and those subordinates. These corpses had long since been changed into Tiegu Sect uniforms.

Then some people lay down beside them, presenting the appearance of playing dead.

Right.

Just playing dead.

Li Qingyang and the others held Black Eagle Hall weapons, pretending to be in confrontation.

As if both sides had fought, and the Tiegu Sect disciples’ current situation was some dead, some injured.

The most exaggerated act was Li Shangtian’s.

Sprawled on the ground, mouth crooked and tongue lolling, just like a hanged ghost.

The most professional were Venomous Snake and them, lying beside the deputy hall master, even dabbing some blood and smearing it on their own faces.

“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”

Behind them, on the stairs leading to Black Eagle Mountain, Lie Heisha led disciples rushing down, then following the scent found their way here. Relying on the moonlight, they dimly saw their own people, and also saw the corpses sprawled on the grass.

What was this situation?

Sanzi and them had already made their move first?

Damn it.

He thought they were some remarkable characters, but turns out if you just circle around from the rear, you can easily handle them.

Thinking of how he’d held back on the mountain for most of the day, Lie Heisha’s rage soared as he shouted: “Surround them and dismember all these guys for me!”

“Yes.”

The disciples accelerated forward.

However, only Yang Zhi frowned.

He always felt the situation wasn’t right, or rather, it shouldn’t be going so smoothly.

“Swoosh!”

Lie Heisha had already rushed before the first corpse, summoned his weapon and hacked a sword at the back, smiling with satisfaction: “Sanzi, well done.”

However.

The deputy hall master kept his back to him.

Lie Heisha was puzzled, then walked over.

But just as he stepped forward, Yang Zhi behind him cried out in alarm: “Hall Master, he’s not…”

“Bang!”

A Flowing Light bullet shot explosively forth, directly penetrating his forehead.

Yang Zhi’s words weren’t finished when his pupils scattered, and he fell straight down.

After shooting dead this dog-headed strategist, the disciples lying on the ground playing dead all jumped up, and the Drizzle Hall members lurking in the distance also appeared.

“All disciples, listen to this order.”

Jun Changxiao’s cold voice resounded through the mountain wilderness: “Kill all these evil scoundrels.”

“Yes!”