In the first match, Xiao Zueji emerged victorious.

He also strictly followed the sect leader’s orders and beat Wan Xiuxian until only half a life remained.

Judging from the degree of blood vomiting, without recuperating for three to five months, he probably wouldn’t be able to get out of bed.

Elder Zhan frowned and said: “Truly useless.”

“Gah!”

Wan Xiuxian vomited another mouthful of blood.

He had originally wanted to perform well in front of the two God-Slaying Hall elders, but ended up being abused into this pathetic state—quite tragic indeed.

That Xiao Zueji could defeat the Dot Star Valley elder was surprising to Elder Zhan, but only just surprising, because he could completely crush a martial cultivator of this level with ease.

The martial artists from all sides weren’t just surprised—they were shocked.

Especially Alliance Leader Qin and the Alliance bigwigs, whose expressions were extremely ugly.

And Xiao Zueji’s victory over the Dot Star Valley elder gave them a feeling of déjà vu.

Thinking carefully, they realized—wasn’t this just like when the Tiegu Sect went to challenge the Holy Spring Sect!

At that time, the Hundred Sects Alliance people had determined that the Tiegu Sect disciples would absolutely lose completely against the Holy Spring Sect disciples, but instead they used victory after victory to ruthlessly slap their faces!

Now defeating the Dot Star Valley elder was equally a hard slap to the face, painful in their hearts.

The martial artists from all sides who had come to help were not only shocked but also greatly delighted in their hearts.

Although there were still nine matches left, at least winning the first match meant the Tiegu Sect had achieved an auspicious start!

Jun Changxiao said: “Send someone to fight the second match.”

“Brother Zhan.”

The other Wuwang said: “Why don’t you go on stage and exchange moves with the Tiegu Sect disciples?”

“That’s exactly my intention,” Elder Zhan said with a sinister smile.

He didn’t want to waste too much time in Qingyang Commandery. As long as he won one match and witnessed the Tiegu Sect disciples all commit suicide, he could peacefully return to the sect to cultivate.

“Swish!”

Elder Zhan leaped up, landing on the life-and-death platform, proudly clasping his hands behind his back: “Sect Leader Jun, will you fight yourself, or send a disciple?”

“It’s over, it’s over.”

The Qingyang Commandery martial artists’ expressions were extremely ugly.

This was a God-Slaying Hall Wuwang—once he ascended the life-and-death platform, who in the Tiegu Sect was qualified to fight him!

Losing one match, what awaited Sect Leader Jun and his disciples would be collective suicide.

The system said: “First-grade Wuwang, high-level tier.”

Only a first-grade Wuwang?

Jun Changxiao said: “This seat will not fight, nor will my disciples fight.”

“Then who will fight?”

“Me.”

From below the platform came a languid voice.

Elder Zhan and everyone hastily turned their gazes over.

A middle-aged man walked up yawning. This person wore clothing somewhat similar to the Tiegu Sect disciples—for example, both were very bright and eye-catching.

However, that fellow always kept his eyes half-closed, as if he hadn’t woken up.

Elder Zhan furrowed his brows.

He instantly judged that this person was also a Wuwang!

“This is…” Elder Zhan asked.

The middle-aged man stopped before Jun Changxiao, yawned, and introduced himself: “Iron Bones Clanging Sect elder, Jiang Bujian.”

You’re definitely like me—you’ve only heard of “see you in the jianghu” but never heard of “Jiang Bujian.”

“You’re not even changing your surname?” Jun Changxiao transmitted his voice.

“Martial artists surnamed Jiang are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges—the Demon Fiend Sect definitely won’t think I’m Jiang Xie,” the middle-aged man transmitted back.

So Jiang Bujian was actually Jiang Xie.

His middle-aged man appearance was naturally also due to disguise.

Although he was a Tiegu Sect elder, after all he still held a part-time position at the Demon Fiend Sect branch, so he couldn’t present himself with his original face and name.

“Jiang Bujian?”

Elder Zhan thought for a moment and said: “Brother Guo, have you heard of this Wuwang, have you ever seen him?”

Wu… Wuwang?

The Qingyang Commandery and Huayang Commandery evil sect martial artists all opened their eyes wide in shock!

The Tiegu Sect had an elder—this already surprised quite a few people, but they never expected this elder was actually a Wuwang!

Alliance Leader Qin and the Alliance members were dumbfounded.

They naturally wouldn’t think the God-Slaying Hall elder was joking, so this languid middle-aged man was definitely a Wuwang without question!

“A seventh-rate sect having an elder with Wuwang cultivation—this is too incredible!”

The evil sect martial cultivators couldn’t quite accept this.

If it were a sixth-rate or fifth-rate sect, having an elder at the Wuwang level would be understandable, but a seventh-rate sect having such an expert—that was absolutely explosive news!

Watching the expressions appearing on everyone’s faces, Jun Changxiao thought: “My Tiegu Sect has a Wuwang—is it really that shocking?”

The Wuwang surnamed Guo shook his head: “Haven’t seen him, haven’t heard of him.”

Jiang Xie said: “I’m from Northeast Lu Province—naturally you haven’t seen or heard of me.”

So that’s it!

Elder Zhan laughed strangely and said: “A mere seventh-rate sect being able to recruit a Wuwang from Northeast Lu Province as an elder—truly unexpected.”

More than just unexpected.

Absolutely too unexpected!

The martial cultivators from the twenty evil sect forces secretly felt fortunate—good thing the God-Slaying Hall side had sent two Wuwang, otherwise when they all came to kill, there would definitely be countless casualties!

Wuwang.

King of the Martial Dao.

An expert of this level, before Wutu, Wushi, and even Wuzong, was absolutely an insurmountable mountain!

“Stop the nonsense.”

Jiang Xie said impatiently: “Hurry up and start. After fighting, this elder still needs to go sleep.”

Because his opponent was also a Wuwang, Elder Zhan put away his contempt, his gaze becoming exceptionally solemn.

“Swish!”

He waved his large hand, and sinister terrifying evil energy erupted forth, the momentum could be called massive!

Truly worthy of being a Wuwang-level evil cultivator—from momentum and attributes alone, he couldn’t be compared to a third-grade Wuzong like Wan Xiuxian!

However, just as Elder Zhan was planning to make a move, Jiang Xie used Cloud-Stepping Movement to instantly close in.

Of the Tiegu Sect’s current cultivation methods, he had learned most of them, and his understanding was also much stronger than the disciples—this could be seen from his flowing execution of Cloud-Stepping Movement.

Strong in martial arts, high in martial arts understanding, so his comprehension of cultivation methods was definitely incomparable to lower cultivation martial artists.

Take Ye Xingchen for example.

His comprehension of the Tiegu Sect’s various cultivation methods—even Jun Changxiao was far inferior.

Unfortunately, though he played with the cultivation methods skillfully, his cultivation couldn’t keep up.

If Ye Xingchen now also had Wuwang strength and used the sect’s cultivation methods simultaneously with a Wuwang like Jiang Xie, he would definitely be stronger than the opponent.

After all, he was once one of the Ten Great Wudi—his rich martial arts experience could only be compared with by the other nine Wudi across the entire Xingyun Continent.

“Boom!”

Jiang Xie rapidly closed in, and without a word, struck out with a Mountain-Opening Palm.

This mid-grade high-tier martial technique, executed in his hands, naturally had extraordinary power!

“Thump thump thump!”

Elder Zhan staggered back several steps and said in shock: “You… you’re a second-grade extreme-level Wuwang!?”

When experts exchanged moves, superiority was immediately evident!

“What else?”

Jiang Xie appeared behind him, his right fist infused with two million jin of power directly striking over. Strong attributes erupted, space became distorted, with a feeling of being about to be torn apart!

Boom!

Elder Zhan had no time to react before being struck on his back, and he retreated all the way from near the center of the life-and-death platform to the edge, his body immediately transmitting intense pain.

After one move.

Space still retained the fist imprint, as if frozen!

Everyone gasped in cold air.

What kind of terrifying power was this, to be able to shake space and make the fist shadow solidify without dissipating!