After breaking through to Sixth Grade Wushi, Jun Changxiao could easily break through 100,000 pounds of force with any martial technique enhancement.

This was quite terrifying.

You must know that even a First Grade Wuzong with the most ordinary constitution only had 100,000 pounds of strength. That he could reach this at his current level meant his enhancement absolutely exceeded the maximum value of 6,000.

In other words.

Although Sect Leader Jun was currently only a Sixth Grade Wushi, he already possessed the strength of the most ordinary Wuzong. If combined with the Strength Enhancement Talisman, it would be even more brutal.

Li Luoqiu, also a Sixth Grade Wushi, definitely didn’t have such powerful strength values.

Therefore, without question, the Ironbone Sect’s strongest combat power belonged to none other than our Sect Leader Jun.

Ye Xingchen?

He was only superior in martial arts experience.

Speaking of true strength values, he definitely fell far short.

Even a sword cultivator like Zhou Hong, if not relying on the Soaring Sword Divine Art, would probably be lacking quite a bit.

Sect Leader Jun’s strength was formidable, but he rarely took action.

After all, he had a group of disciples—there was completely no need to show his power unless facing strong enemies.

The Ghost Hand Sect elder before him was at the same level in terms of status, so he must take action!

Song Si’s strength was Third Grade Wushi with only about 50,000 pounds of force—directly half as much.

How could he fight?

There was simply no way to fight!

When Jun Changxiao executed Explosive Fist, the speed driven by that force made it difficult for him to dodge. He could only take the punch straight to the abdomen.

In an instant, Song Si’s eyeballs bulged out. A surge of spiritual energy spread from the impact point on his back, and his clothes immediately burst open with a fist-sized hole.

“Gah!”

Blood sprayed out as heart-wrenching, lung-splitting pain instantly surged to his heart.

Although Jun Changxiao’s strike on Song Si didn’t send him flying, it thoroughly injured him.

This was with some force pulled back midway—otherwise he’d already be done for.

“Smack!”

His other hand reached out, gripping Song Si’s throat and pulling him forward.

Jun Changxiao’s gaze turned cold and severe: “Daring to come to my Ironbone Sect to take my disciple’s life—you’ve truly grown tired of living.”

Killing intent surged, cold and merciless!

In front of disciples, he could act easygoing and occasionally playful, but facing enemies, he was absolutely like a demon god.

Jun Changxiao had completely transformed. He was no longer the law-abiding Earth person, but a true person of Xingyun Continent.

“Adapting is not my character.”

“I will make Xingyun Continent adapt to me. Anyone who bullies or humiliates me must pay the price.”

These were words he had spoken to the System after slaughtering several hundred bandits at Black Wind Stronghold.

Annihilating Lingquan Sect.

Annihilating Drizzle Tower.

Annihilating Black Eagle Hall.

Everything he did exemplified that Jun Changxiao would make Xingyun Continent adapt to him, rather than passively and submissively adapting to Xingyun Continent.

His five fingers gradually tightened. The pain and terror from death’s approach instantly pervaded Song Si’s being. His eyes filled with fear: “Don’t… don’t… don’t kill me…”

“Don’t want to die?” Jun Changxiao said coldly.

If one could live, who would want to die!

As the force increased, Song Si felt half his body had already stepped through the gates of hell.

That experience of infinitely approaching death was truly terrifying to the extreme!

As an elder of Ghost Hand Sect, he killed without blinking. Sometimes he would even cruelly torture opponents, letting them experience the taste of death’s arrival.

Now that it was his turn, it truly was “good and evil will eventually be repaid, the Heavenly Dao spins in cycles—if you don’t believe it, look up and see, whom has Heaven spared?”

“Don’t… don’t… want… to die…”

Song Si hadn’t completely given up his desire for life, emitting pleading sounds from his severely pained throat.

Jun Changxiao loosened slightly, saying coldly: “If you don’t want to die, become my servant.”

The instant the force of death disappeared, Song Si felt he had stepped back from the gates of hell. That feeling of narrowly escaping death was truly the most blissful thing in life!

“Yes… yes… I’ll be a servant!” He struggled to speak clearly, afraid the other party wouldn’t hear and would kill him the next second.

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao withdrew his hand.

“Thud!”

Released, Song Si collapsed directly to the ground.

Still alive.

I’m still alive!

Jun Changxiao said coldly: “From today onward, you are my servant. What a servant must do is obey me—otherwise I’ll make your life worse than death.”

“Under… understood…” Song Si said weakly.

As long as he could live, he wouldn’t care about anything.

Jun Changxiao squatted down, placing one hand on his shoulder, his gaze cold: “How can this Seat trust you?”

“Very simple.”

Lu Qianqian, at some point, had leaned against the main gate, arms crossed, saying indifferently: “Have him surrender his Soul Origin.”

“Soul Origin?” Jun Changxiao hadn’t heard of this.

The System said, “Soul Origin is a martial cultivator’s lifeline. If you control it, a single thought can make their soul scatter.”

This powerful?

“Come on.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Hand over your Soul Origin, and this Seat will spare your life.”

Song Si’s eyes showed struggle, but feeling the hand on his shoulder increase its force, he said in terror: “I… I’ll hand it over!”

Saying this, he communicated with his soul through his intent, drawing out something like a thread from within his body.

This was the Soul Origin.

An existence that transcended the Three Ethereal and Seven Corporeal Souls.

The System said, “Grasp it in your hand and store it in your spatial ring.”

Jun Changxiao reached out, grasped the Soul Origin, then pulled it out. With a thought, he stored it in his spatial ring.

OK.

Everything was settled.

He had already grasped Song Si’s lifeline. As long as his intent entered the spatial ring and crushed the Soul Origin, it could cause his death and soul scattering.

Of course.

If the Soul Origin remained unharmed, the controlled martial cultivator would suffer no damage—eat when it’s time to eat, sleep when it’s time to sleep.

“Go.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Return to Ghost Hand Sect and continue being an elder. When this Seat needs you, I’ll contact you.”

“Yes…”

“Call me Master.”

“Yes… Master…”

Song Si stood up with difficulty, dragging his injured body, weakly walking down the mountain step by step.

At that moment, he really wanted to cry out loud.

Why hadn’t he just pretended nothing happened? Why did he have to come to the Ironbone Sect!

Now look.

Not only did he fail to kill anyone, his Soul Origin was controlled by the Ironbone Sect leader, reduced to a servant.

As dusk fell, Song Si’s shadow stretched infinitely long. His entire person seemed to have aged decades in an instant.

“Ding! Congratulations Host on completing hidden quest [Absolute Obedience], earning 100 Contribution Points.”

“Ding! Contribution Points 1050/1000.”

“Ding! Sect Contribution Points overflowing…”

Huh?

Jun Changxiao was startled: “This counts as a hidden quest too?”

The System said, “The Host holds his Soul Origin—naturally he’ll be absolutely obedient.”

“Oh.”

Jun Changxiao understood and smiled: “Made a profit.”

“Sect Leader.”

Lu Qianqian asked, “Why not kill him?”

Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose and said, “If I killed him, Ghost Hand Sect definitely wouldn’t let this rest. This Seat doesn’t want to provoke trouble.”

Just mobilized forces to annihilate Black Eagle Hall—to go annihilate another Ghost Hand Sect would really be too industrious.

Moreover.

Going around annihilating this and that every day—how could he develop the sect in a low-profile manner?