The overall strength of Tianhai City’s Murong family was still quite decent, and the direct descendants’ realms were also acceptable. For example, those who came to challenge all had at least Martial Venerate-level cultivation.
However.
When the Myriad Ages Sect disciples released their cultivation, the resulting oppressive force instantly crushed them until they had no sense of presence whatsoever!
Murong Shaolin was dumbfounded!
Every single Myriad Ages Sect disciple standing before him, whether in aura or momentum, was stronger than himself!
Impossible!
How was it possible!
The lower-level Murong family direct descendants were also frightened out of their wits.
Their previously arrogant demeanor completely vanished into smoke after the Myriad Ages Sect disciples fully unleashed their cultivation.
Who exactly was the noob?
At this point, no explanation was needed.
“Everyone.”
Li Qingyang said: “Pick freely, choose freely. We of the Myriad Ages Sect turn no one away.”
What a steady, big-picture-understanding man. After spending so much time with Jun Changxiao, he’d also started becoming arrogant and domineering.
People, hmm.
They always change.
Moreover, a group of idiotic brains came to challenge the sect and even directly spoke the Sect Master’s name. As the second senior brother, he also had anger in his heart.
“Brother Shaolin.”
Murong Shaomeng’s gaze filled with apprehension: “What… what do we do!”
After the Myriad Ages Sect disciples released their realm auras, he and the other direct descendants were too scared to challenge!
“We underestimated this sect!”
Murong Shaolin hadn’t expected the Myriad Ages Sect disciples to be this strong either!
But having come, he definitely couldn’t back down. He had to steel himself and go forward!
“Shaomeng, you challenge first!”
“Ah?”
“Hurry up!”
Murong Shaomeng obeyed his cousin’s orders completely. Even knowing he might be abused if he fought, he still stepped forward with difficulty.
Who to choose?
This was a very big problem!
Just then, Murong Shaomeng saw Chu Xiunan.
Back when he went to Tianyu Academy, this fellow had severely beaten him. Old and new grudges ignited all at once!
“Chu Xiunan!”
He said through gritted teeth: “I want to challenge you!”
“Junior Brother Chu.” Li Qingyang said: “Enter the match.”
“Step!”
Chu Xiunan stood in the Martial Arts Training Ground, full of disdain: “A defeated opponent still dares to fight.”
Murong Shaomeng stepped forward, directly stomping heavily as he charged over, roaring: “I’m not the same as I was three years ago!”
*Whoosh whoosh—*
Spiritual energy shook around his body, converging in both fists.
From the heavy momentum, this person clearly focused more on physical body cultivation!
“Get lost!”
Chu Xiunan leaped up from the ground and fiercely swept out with one leg!
The attack appeared plain and simple but contained extremely powerful spiritual energy, violently striking the approaching Murong Shaomeng’s face.
*Bang—*
The whole person instantly fell to the ground.
Chu Xiunan strode forward, directly rode on top of Murong Shaomeng, and raised his fists to wildly pummel him.
The Sect Master said they must be abused until they shit and pissed themselves!
*Bang!*
*Bang!*
Under the wild bombardment, Murong Shaomeng was beaten beyond recognition. Finally, he was kicked flying out and crashed into the outer wall.
“So weak…”
Su Xiaomo and the others all shook their heads.
The Murong family direct descendants’ eyes widened.
Back when they went to the academy, Cousin Shaomeng could at least exchange dozens of moves with this fellow. How was he now directly instant-killed!
Chu Xiunan said indifferently: “I’m not the same as I was three years ago either.”
If he’d still followed the academy’s cultivation path, the current him could indeed defeat Murong Shaomeng, but definitely not this cleanly and decisively.
Li Qingyang said indifferently: “Continue choosing.”
“……”
Murong Shaolin clenched his fists tightly: “Shaoren, you enter!”
“……”
The direct descendant called Murong Shaoren walked out with a face full of dejection. He examined the Myriad Ages Sect disciples present, finally locking onto Yao Mengying: “I want to challenge her!”
Murong Shaolin nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
This bastard actually chose the youngest female—truly losing face for the Murong family!
No help for it. Murong Shaoren truly didn’t have the courage to challenge Myriad Ages Sect disciples of similar age. He could only choose one who seemed easier to bully.
“Challenge our little junior sister?”
“Is this what Tianhai City Murong family’s direct descendants are like? Truly dignified people.”
“Ptooey!”
The Myriad Ages Sect disciples expressed contempt one after another.
“Little junior sister.”
Li Qingyang said: “Enter the match!”
“Mm!”
Yao Mengying walked out with light steps.
“Little junior sister, you’re the best!”
“Little junior sister, beat this shameless bastard until even his mother can’t recognize him!”
The senior brothers behind her cheered her on!
Inside the great hall, Jun Changxiao propped up his chin with one hand, watching with interest: “After cultivating so long, it’s time for real combat practice.”
Elder Wei worried: “Sect Master, she’s a demonic cultivator. If that’s exposed, there might be big trouble.”
Jun Changxiao dismissed it: “Dealing with these small fry, she definitely won’t need to get serious.”
“True.”
Elder Wei relaxed.
If Murong Shaoren heard their conversation, he’d definitely explode with rage.
Was he so weak that they were certain he couldn’t beat a six or seven-year-old little girl?
Yes.
Truly very weak!
Because after the sparring began, Yao Mengying stepped forward using Cloud Stepping, lightly waved her small hand through empty air—an attack that seemed soft yet contained the force of ten thousand jin!
*Boom!*
Murong Shaoren directly crashed into the outer wall, lying beside Murong Shaomeng and passing out.
“This…”
All the Murong family direct descendants’ eyes widened.
Losing to Chu Xiunan was understandable—after all, the opponent was a direct descendant of Southwest Yangzhou King City’s Chu family. But being instant-killed by a little girl was far too terrifying!
“Conceded.”
Yao Mengying cupped her small hands, quite the heroine who yielded to no man.
“Little junior sister is mighty! Little junior sister is mighty!”
The disciples all cheered.
Li Qingyang said: “Everyone, time is limited. Please continue challenging.”
“Damn it!”
Murong Shaolin said through gritted teeth.
Naturally he wouldn’t surrender. He ordered others to enter combat.
*Bang!*
*Bang!*
*Bang!*
In a short time, several Murong direct descendants steeled themselves to select opponents, then were beaten flying out one by one, neatly passing out together with the first two cousins.
Challenging the Myriad Ages Sect—their courage was commendable!
With seven cousins defeated and unconscious in battle, only Murong Shaolin remained alone.
“Please choose.” Li Qingyang said indifferently.
Murong Shaolin’s current mood could be described as both collapsed and desperate. But having come this far, no matter what, he had to fight on.
“I’ll play a match with him.”
Ye Xingchen walked out from the crowd.
“Junior Brother Ye, forget it.”
Li Qingyang feared if he entered combat, he’d abuse the opponent beyond any desire to live, creating psychological trauma and thus developing fear toward the martial path.
“Good!”
Murong Shaolin said: “Him it is!”
At these words, Su Xiaomo and the others all cupped their fists: “We salute you as a man!”
……
*Boom!*
*Boom!*
*Boom!*
The ground continuously shook. The grains of sand on its surface also bounced up, like sprites dancing.
Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomo and the others’ mouths twitched violently. Finally, they couldn’t bear to watch and turned their heads away.
Too brutal, too bloody!
*Boom!*
In the Martial Arts Training Ground, after Ye Xingchen threw one more punch, he finally stopped.
At his feet, Murong Shaolin had been beaten beyond recognition, his entire head swollen into a pig’s head.
Most critically, he still hadn’t passed out. He was still deeply experiencing the tearing, heart-rending pain from every inch of skin.
This feeling was truly worse than death!
“Qingyang.”
Jun Changxiao said indifferently: “Lock them all up.”
Come challenge my Myriad Ages Sect? Always welcome—I warmly receive you. But once you come, leaving won’t be so easy!
“Yes!”
Li Qingyang hurriedly led people to lock up all of Murong Shaolin’s group.
The Extreme Cold Palace Grand Elder, who was sweeping in the distance, had a trace of bitterness in his gaze. In the past, he’d been carried away by them like this too.
“Hall Master Li.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Send a letter to Tianhai City’s Murong family telling them to prepare two hundred thousand spirit stones to ransom their people.”