Twenty evil sects, nearly ten thousand disciples, plus two Wuwang leading them—this lineup could be called luxurious. With the sect-protecting grand formation, Jun Changxiao could completely hide inside the sect and not clash with them head-on.

But that would only be temporary.

If the other side refused to leave and surrounded the mountain gate so tightly that not even water could leak through, the disciples would have no way to go out for training or cultivation.

So he had to find a way to resolve this big trouble.

How to resolve it?

Jun Changxiao thought of setting up an arena.

Some people might think: they’ve come to destroy the sect—would they engage in one-on-one combat with you?

They would.

Especially a third-rate sect like God-Slaying Hall.

Although they were an evil sect, they were still jianghu people after all.

Since the Tiegu Sect’s sect leader wanted to die on the arena platform and die with dignity, they naturally had to fulfill his wish.

Furthermore.

So many martial cultivators from Qingyang Commandery had come.

This was perfect for letting them witness firsthand what cruel fate awaited those who offended Huayang Commandery evil sects.

“Elder Wan.”

The Wuwang surnamed Zhan said: “Be sure to take good care of this Tiegu Sect’s sect leader.”

“Understood!”

Wan Xiuxian walked out, then jumped onto the life-and-death platform.

He first glanced at Jun Changxiao, then looked at the characters on the wooden boards, and his gaze immediately filled with disdain.

Just a seventh-rate sect.

Acting way too iron-boned and upright.

Jun Changxiao ignored him and instead looked toward those two Wuwang, saying: “For this life-and-death arena battle, we’ll fight ten matches. If my Tiegu Sect loses even one match, this seat will lead all disciples to commit suicide by blade before the world.”

“What?”

“Sect Leader Jun, you absolutely must not!”

Xie Guangkun and Ai Shangni’s expressions immediately changed drastically.

They knew the Tiegu Sect disciples were very strong, as proven when they challenged the Holy Spring Sect, but to commit collective suicide after losing just one match—wasn’t this being far too overconfident!

Moreover, there were two Wuwang.

If they fought, they would be far stronger than Wuzong—how could they be countered!

“Sect Leader Jun…”

Xie Guangkun and Ai Shangni had just opened their mouths when they heard Jun Changxiao interrupt with a solemn expression: “My mind is made up.”

His attitude was very firm!

“…”

Xie Guangkun and Ai Shangni both shook their heads.

Those city lords from various cities who had come to support Jun Changxiao, as well as the families and independent cultivators, also had ugly expressions.

If it were decided by the number of victories and defeats, that would be understandable, but this condition of fighting ten matches and committing suicide after losing one was clearly forcing himself into a desperate situation.

“Hmph.”

Qin Haoran thought to himself: “Truly courting death!”

Shen Tong and Situ Wang appeared expressionless on the surface, but inside they were delighted.

They simply didn’t believe that with two Wuwang presiding over the evil sects, they wouldn’t win at least one match out of ten!

“Kekeke.”

Elder Zhan laughed strangely: “Does Sect Leader Jun know that today the sect must be destroyed, which is why he’s playing such an exciting arena battle?”

Jun Changxiao said: “In life, you must seek excitement!”

“Good!”

Elder Zhan smiled and said: “Since Sect Leader Jun likes excitement, we won’t bully the weak with our strength. We’ll fight ten matches on the platform—if the Tiegu Sect loses one match, they’ll all commit suicide by blade with their disciples.”

“Of course.”

Jun Changxiao said: “If after ten matches, my Tiegu Sect is fortunate enough to win them all, then please, you two lead these evil sects away, and from now on we’ll mind our own business.”

“Fortunate enough to win them all?”

Elder Zhan smiled sinisterly: “Do you think that’s possible?”

Impossible!

This was the unanimous thought of all martial artists present.

With two Wuwang fighting, the Tiegu Sect would directly lose two matches, so the result would be collective suicide!

Jun Changxiao said: “Do you dare to play?”

Elder Zhan smiled faintly and said: “If your Tiegu Sect is fortunate enough to win them all, we’ll leave immediately and from now on mind our own business.”

“Good.”

Jun Changxiao cupped his fists and said: “With so many martial cultivators here, they’ll serve as witnesses!”

“…”

Xie Guangkun, Ai Shangni, and others’ mouths twitched.

An arena battle with the entire Tiegu Sect’s collective suicide as the stakes—Sect Leader Jun was truly playing it exciting!

“Xiao Zueji!”

Jun Changxiao shouted: “First match, you go up first!”

“Yes!”

Xiao Zueji ascended the life-and-death platform.

“That’s a third-grade Wuzong—not letting an elder fight but sending a disciple, the first match will be lost!”

“As far as I know, the Tiegu Sect has no elders. Since they must fight ten matches, they’ll definitely have disciples fight.”

“Although this Xiao Zueji performed well at the Holy Spring Sect, ultimately he’s just a Wushi—how can he defeat a third-grade Wuzong!”

The Qingyang Commandery martial artists all shook their heads.

Without elders, he could fight himself.

Sending a disciple up to the platform—wasn’t this deliberately trying to lose the match?

The Huayang Commandery evil sect martial cultivators all sneered coldly.

They had thought that coming to destroy the Tiegu Sect would take time and effort, but now as long as the Dot Star Valley elder won one match, they would all commit suicide—that would save a lot of trouble.

“Sect Leader Jun.”

Wan Xiuxian said disdainfully: “Sending a disciple to battle me—you’re truly treating your entire sect’s lives as a joke.”

“Stop the nonsense.”

Xiao Zueji said: “Hurry up and start.”

That’s what he said with his mouth, but in his heart he was actually quite nervous. After all, this was his first time fighting a Wuzong, and a third-grade one at that.

Wan Xiuxian sneered: “Since you’re so eager to die, this elder will send you to hell!”

“Whoosh whoosh!”

The sinister evil attribute instantly emanated outward.

The system said: “This person is a third-grade mid-level Wuzong, with power around one hundred eighty thousand jin.”

“One hundred eighty thousand.”

Jun Changxiao thought to himself: “Zueji should be able to win.”

If the martial artists present heard this, they would definitely collapse.

Big brother, your disciple is clearly only sixth or seventh-grade Wushi at best. Even assuming he’s extreme-level, his strength would be at most around one hundred thousand jin—how could he fight a Wuzong whose strength reaches one hundred eighty thousand jin?

“Whoosh!”

Right at this moment, Wan Xiuxian formed his right hand into a fist, the sinister evil attribute instantly permeating it, as he struck toward Xiao Zueji.

With martial technique enhancement, the power of this punch instantly surged to two hundred thousand jin!

“Swish!”

Xiao Zueji used Cloud-Stepping Movement to dodge.

However, just as he shifted his body, Wan Xiuxian’s left fist struck from a tricky angle!

“Bang—”

The fist carrying two hundred thousand jin of force directly struck Xiao Zueji’s right shoulder, waves of visible ripples spreading across the arena platform.

“It’s over!”

In that instant moment, all the martial artists couldn’t help but have this thought.

However.

Incredibly.

Xiao Zueji, who had used his body to withstand two hundred thousand jin, merely retreated two small steps backward, his face showing not the slightest bit of pain.

“Huh?”

Wan Xiuxian said in surprise: “Taking this elder’s Evil Shadow Fist head-on and still standing—your physical body is quite strong, little fellow.”

“Whoosh!”

As he spoke, he charged forward again.

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”

Left and right fists attacked simultaneously, instantly forming dense masses of sinister evil fist shadows accompanied by gusts of sinister wind.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zueji found it very difficult to dodge and could only rely on his physical body to withstand them.

When Wan Xiuxian stopped and the dark sinister energy dissipated, everyone’s mouths immediately dropped open.

Because that Tiegu Sect disciple still stood on the arena platform with an unchanged expression, giving the feeling as if it didn’t hurt or itch!

“Elder Wan.”

Elder Zhan frowned slightly and said: “You’re currently representing the Huayang Commandery evil sect forces—please be sure to treat this seriously.”

“…”

The corner of Wan Xiuxian’s mouth twitched slightly.

To perform well before the two God-Slaying Hall Wuwang, he had been using his full strength from the start, yet this Tiegu Sect disciple before him was simply an iron lump that was utterly impossible to harm!

“Swish!”

Right at this moment, Xiao Zueji charged forward using Cloud-Stepping Movement, left hand using Explosive Fist, right hand using Mountain-Opening Palm!

“Whoosh whoosh—”

The fist speed was very fast, the power very strong!

The expressions of all the various experts present changed drastically.

That Tiegu Sect disciple called Xiao Zueji clearly only had sixth-grade Wushi cultivation, but the power he unleashed—no matter how you looked at it—had to be two hundred thousand jin!

“Not good!”

Wan Xiuxian was shocked in his heart!

Boom—