As the stubble-faced man was speaking, a trace of coldness flashed through Jun Changxiao’s eyes. He summoned his Cold Edge Sword and thrust it directly into the man’s chest.
Three words: fast, ruthless, accurate!
“Ninth Brother!”
The seven minor leaders flew into a rage, their gazes brimming with killing intent!
Zhou Tianba’s expression gradually turned cold, and the spiritual energy gathered around him began to boil.
“Chief.”
Jun Changxiao remained perfectly composed: “This subordinate of yours interrupted without knowing any rules. This Seat has helped you clean house today. You have no objections, right?”
You killed my disciple?
Fine. I’ll repay that with your subordinate’s life.
It must be said that as the Sect Master of the Tiegu Sect, he displayed exceptional forcefulness in this moment!
“Drip, drip.”
Fresh blood flowed from the wound, splattering drop by drop onto the ground.
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao withdrew his sword, and blood gushed out.
“You…”
The stubble-faced man’s expression turned ferocious. He wanted to step forward and throw a punch, but the intense pain from his heart and his fading consciousness weren’t enough to support such action. Finally, with a “thud,” he collapsed to the ground.
A twelfth-stage Meridian Opening cultivator, easily eliminated.
The main factor was that the Cold Edge Sword was too sharp, and Jun Changxiao’s sword strike was too fast—so fast the stubble-faced man neither anticipated it nor could dodge it!
“Damn it!”
A bald leader charged forward in three strides, gathering power in both fists, roaring: “You killed my Ninth Brother—surrender your life!”
“Stand down!”
Zhou Tianba said in a deep voice.
His voice contained a wave of energy that rippled through the air.
The attacking bald martial artist came to an abrupt halt, dispersing the power in his fists and furiously returning to his seat.
“Such a powerful aura!” Jun Changxiao was secretly shocked, and at the same time, withdrew the thought of drawing his sword.
If Zhou Tianba hadn’t intervened, he could have used many methods to strike down the charging Baldy under his blade.
Forget it.
I’ll let you live a little longer.
“Clap clap!”
Zhou Tianba applauded twice and smiled: “Sect Master Jun’s sword strike just now was both fast and accurate, proving your exceptional swordsmanship. Zhou admires it greatly!”
He killed his subordinate and still smiled?
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said flatly: “The chief flatters me. This Seat’s meager skills can only bully your subordinates. Against real experts, I would surely make a fool of myself.”
When he said the word “subordinates,” he deliberately glanced at the other minor leaders, clearly not taking them seriously.
“Crack!”
Several leaders ground their teeth in fury, and the armrests of their chairs were crushed to powder in their grips.
“Sect Master Jun.”
Zhou Tianba smiled without warmth: “Enough nonsense. I have thirty-one disciples from your sect here. Pay three thousand one hundred taels and you can take them away.”
No wonder he could hold back—he still wanted the money.
Jun Changxiao said: “I’ll give you one hundred taels. I take my disciples and leave, and all grievances between us are settled.”
“Smack!”
Zhou Tianba slammed his armrest, his gaze turning cold: “Jun Changxiao, Zhou has already given you plenty of face. Don’t fail to appreciate it!”
He couldn’t hold back his eruption anymore.
Being able to suppress it until now before showing his fangs was quite an achievement.
“Chief!”
The bald martial artist stood up and roared: “Let us brothers kill him—we can still search his body for money!”
“That’s right!”
“Kill him and avenge Ninth Brother!”
The other six leaders also stood up, their eyes flashing with killing intent, their fists glowing with light.
From the moment Jun Changxiao had entered, they had found him disagreeable. Now that he’d killed the Ninth Leader, they couldn’t wait to flay his skin and avenge their brother.
“Kid.”
Zhou Tianba’s gaze turned cold: “Since you refuse to appreciate kindness, don’t blame Zhou for being ruthless.”
“Swish!”
He waved his right hand, signaling them to attack.
“Thud thud!”
The bald martial artist charged forward again. Just as he was about to strike, Jun Changxiao said calmly: “Chief, this place is cramped. If we’re going to fight, shouldn’t we go outside?”
Zhou Tianba sneered coldly: “I’ll grant you that!”
……
Outside the main hall.
On the dirt-covered training ground.
Nearly two hundred bloodthirsty bandits surrounded the area, glaring furiously at Jun Changxiao one after another.
At the Qingyang Commandery venue, Grand Sect Master Jun had once been surrounded by disciples from two eighth-rate sects. Now facing several hundred people, he rather felt like a sheep among wolves.
“Kid.”
The bald martial artist stood in the field, removing his shirt to expose his robust muscles: “I let you live a little longer.”
“Is that so?”
Jun Changxiao smiled faintly.
“Damn it, that smile is so begging for a beating!”
“Sixth Leader, kill this guy and avenge the Ninth Leader and our two dead brothers!”
“Killing him would be too easy—we must sever his hand and foot tendons and hang him on the stronghold pillars to bake in the sun for months!”
“Right! Right!”
The bandits jeered.
They often employed such methods, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many shriveled corpses around.
Zhou Tianba sat in the large chair on the high platform outside the training ground and said flatly: “Sixth, this kid strikes extremely fast. Don’t be careless.”
The Sixth Leader took a small step forward with his right foot, his toes sinking half an inch into the dirt as he sneered sinisterly: “Chief, I’ll make him understand what fast really means.”
“That stance…”
“Could it be the Sixth Leader is going to use Seven Steps Shadow Transformation!”
“That’s a mid-tier Common Grade movement technique! I heard when mastered to great accomplishment, executing it makes you so fast only a shadow can be seen!”
“The Sixth Leader rarely uses it—being able to witness it today is truly a great fortune!”
As the bandits exclaimed in shock, they looked at Jun Changxiao with schadenfreude, thinking that once the Sixth Leader executed his movement technique, that kid would definitely be beaten so badly he wouldn’t know which way was up.
Huh!
Everyone’s expressions froze.
Because when they looked over, the Tiegu Sect Master was doing leg stretches, then standing up on his tiptoes, continuously shaking his head left and right.
“What’s this guy doing?”
“Is he having an epileptic fit?”
“Hmph, if you ask me, he’s just playing the fool!”
The martial artists of the Xingyun Continent didn’t know that this was stretching one’s muscles, doing pre-battle warm-up exercises.
After a moment, the warm-up ended.
Jun Changxiao turned his body halfway, his left hand in a half-clenched position, then raised his right index finger, gritting his teeth and suppressing his voice: “I don’t read much—don’t try to scare me!”
Silence.
The entire venue fell silent.
The many bandits looked at his bizarre posture and couldn’t help but wonder—does this guy have a problem with his brain?
“Damn it!”
The Sixth Leader cursed: “What do I care if you don’t read much!”
Speaking thus, he ground his toes in the dirt. His eyes suddenly flashed with coldness, then with a “whoosh” he charged forward.
One step, two steps, the devil’s footsteps…
Ptui ptui ptui.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps… seven steps! Just as the Sixth Leader lifted his foot for the eighth step, the air behind him suddenly twisted, instantly manifesting into a faint phantom image!
This was Seven Steps Shadow Transformation!
When a martial artist mastered it to great accomplishment and executed it, after seven steps a residual shadow would condense, and speed would instantly increase several-fold!
Sure enough.
As the Sixth Leader’s eighth step touched down while dragging his phantom image, his body suddenly accelerated, charging forward like a beam of light.
“So fast!”
Jun Changxiao’s expression changed drastically.
At this moment, he could only see afterimages and couldn’t clearly see Baldy at all!