The dozen or so black-clothed figures had their faces covered, making their features unclear, but after they leaped out, they intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Xiao Zuiji, and the killing intent they emanated immediately grew thicker.
Jun Changxiao caught this, so even using his toes to think, he could figure out that these people’s identities were either the Xiao Family of Liyang City or the Bei Family.
He was more inclined to believe the attackers were from the Xiao Family. After all, having an expelled direct descendant win the championship right at their doorstep was an extremely cruel blow—making irrational moves was normal.
“Damn it.”
Jun Changxiao thought to himself, “Such a good opportunity, why isn’t there a side quest?”
“Kill!”
The leader of the black-clothed figures said in a deep voice.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
The dozen or so black-clothed figures brought out sharp swords. Their Wutu-level cultivation burst forth as they poured spiritual power into the weapons, attacking from different directions.
From the force of their strikes, it was obvious they intended to take lives!
“Clang! Clang!”
Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang drew their swords, intercepting the four black-clothed figures attacking from the left and right respectively. Weapons collided, and the sound of metal ringing and sparks immediately flashed.
Though the two were only First-Rank Wutu, by pouring spiritual power into their weapons, each facing two Wutu opponents, they surprisingly held their ground without disadvantage.
Su Xiaomo took out his wooden sword, protecting it in front of the Sect Master.
Xiao Zuiji and Tian Qi, lacking weapons, could only stand back-to-back, their eyes revealing gravity.
In the sect martial tournament, they had performed very dominantly.
But facing black-clothed figures equipped with weapons and all at Wutu level, relying solely on physical bodies and spiritual power was clearly insufficient.
Isn’t there a saying—no matter how high your martial arts, you still fear the kitchen knife?
“Ding!”
“Host has spent 30 contribution points to obtain First-Grade Cold Edge Sword ×3, already delivered to the spatial ring.”
“Ding!”
“Sect Contribution Points: 282/500.”
“Catch!”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand, tossing the three First-Grade Cold Edge Swords over.
“Smack!”
Su Xiaomo caught one first. Feeling the coolness transmitted from the sword hilt, intense battle intent immediately surfaced in his eyes.
“Kill!”
Drawing the sword from its sheath, his legs striding forward, he met a black-clothed figure attacking him head-on.
Tian Qi followed closely, drawing his sword to intercept a black-clothed figure attacking from another direction.
Though the two were only at the twelfth stage of Meridian Opening, with the First-Grade Cold Edge Sword’s enhancement, they could fight their opponents without falling into disadvantage.
At this moment, witness the importance of weapon quality.
The six black-clothed figures who were tied up flashed eyes of disbelief, clearly not expecting the Iron Bone Sect disciples to be this strong!
There were twelve attackers in total. Though Lu Qianqian’s group of four held off six, six still remained. They circled around from behind, the killing intent emanating from their eyes growing even thicker.
“Swish!”
The sword light flashed with cold gleam, viciously stabbing over.
Xiao Zuiji, who had been facing away from the black-clothed figures the whole time, suddenly turned around, drew his sword from its sheath, and gripping it with both hands, slashed forward.
This speed was the best proof of muscles refined to the extreme!
“Bang!”
The Cold Edge Sword without spiritual power enhancement slashed onto the sword of the black-clothed figure attacking first, but with a “crack,” the opponent’s weapon shattered on the spot, with half the sword tip spinning as it embedded itself in a tree.
The black-clothed figure was dumbfounded.
Though his weapon was only low-grade high-rank level, with spiritual power infused, its strength was comparable to mortal-grade, yet it was severed with one sword!
“Swish!” Taking advantage of his confusion, Xiao Zuiji kicked him in the left cheek, viciously sending him flying.
Jun Changxiao said, “Zuiji, when dealing with those who want to kill you, you should be like this seat…”
“Whoosh—”
Turning around, stepping forward, the First-Grade Cold Edge Sword left its sheath, and a ray of sword light immediately flashed forth as he said, “Do not show any mercy whatsoever!”
“Splurt!”
The attacking black-clothed figure suddenly stopped in place.
He stiffly lowered his head. On his chest was a diagonal sword wound, blood spraying out like rain.
The sword wound was deep and long, reaching vital points!
“Thud!”
The black-clothed figure collapsed to the ground, his consciousness gradually extinguishing along with the flowing blood.
A Wutu, killed with one sword strike!
This was Jun Changxiao’s strength after breaking through to Fifth-Rank Wutu.
Flashy, arrogant, and explosively awesome.
Seeing the Sect Master strike and decisively kill someone, shock surfaced in Xiao Zuiji’s eyes.
“Holy crap!”
Su Xiaomo, who was locked in combat with his opponent, looked back and exclaimed in shock, “The Sect Master is this fierce!”
“The Sect Master is a Wutu?” Li Qingyang was extremely shocked.
He clearly remembered that when facing the Carefree Blade Master previously, the Sect Master’s strength was only at the eleventh stage of Meridian Opening!
Lu Qianqian used her profound sword technique to force back two black-clothed figures, thinking to herself, “So he’s been hiding his strength all along.”
Witnessing their companion being killed, the four black-clothed figures attacking from behind were filled with towering rage and all attacked Jun Changxiao together.
Sect Master Jun sheathed his sword, turned around, and said, “Understand?”
“Understood!” Xiao Zuiji’s eyes turned cold. Gripping the sword hilt tightly with both hands, he unleashed all his muscular power and directly hacked toward a black-clothed figure attacking the Sect Master.
“Bang!”
The Cold Edge Sword, carrying tremendous force, crashed onto that martial artist’s weapon and severed it again!
“Swish!”
Xiao Zuiji swung both arms, and the Cold Edge Sword, carrying powerful strength, swept across following the broken sword. With a “splurt,” blood immediately splattered.
“Thud thud thud!”
That black-clothed figure explosively retreated over ten steps, one hand covering his spurting bloody neck. Despair surfaced in his eyes, and the luster in his pupils gradually dispersed.
With a thud, he knelt on the ground, slowly lowering his head.
With yet another companion killed, the other three’s eyes nearly split with rage. Their eyes bloodshot, they attacked like madmen.
Xiao Zuiji quickly advanced, swinging his sword to slash.
Don’t underestimate him for lacking spiritual power—when he activated his physical body’s strength and combined it with the First-Grade Cold Edge Sword, one slash even dragged out afterimages!
The black-clothed figure attacking first felt a chill in his heart and could only be forced to raise his thrusting sword and choose to block.
“Bang!”
“Crack—”
The weapon was severed!
The Cold Edge Sword’s remaining power undiminished, it viciously hacked into his left shoulder, directly severing his left arm!
“Die!”
Right at this moment, two other black-clothed figures thrust their swords over, spiritual power infused, the sword tips flashing with sharp luster.
“Not good!” Xiao Zuiji’s expression changed.
At this moment, having just swung his sword down, without spiritual power or movement technique enhancement, trying to dodge was already too late.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Two sword lights flashed across his field of vision, penetrating with coldness!
Then, Xiao Zuiji saw blood splattering out, like blooming roses.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
The two black-clothed figures who had attacked fell straight to the ground, fine sword marks remaining at their throats.
“The Sect Master’s sword is so fast!” Xiao Zuiji exclaimed.
Jun Changxiao sheathed his sword and said calmly, “Those who want to kill my Iron Bone Clanging Sect disciples must be prepared to die.”
“Splurt!”
Right at this moment, one black-clothed figure failed to dodge and had his heart pierced through by Lu Qianqian’s sharp sword.
Having killed someone, her eyes didn’t even blink as she withdrew the sword, stepping with graceful footwork to appear before another martial artist, once again piercing through his chest with cold and swift speed.
“Thud!”
Two black-clothed figures fell to the ground together.
“Splurt!” Li Qingyang also relied on the Nine-Form Cascading Waves Sword to wound a black-clothed figure.
In a short time, of the twelve black-clothed figures, six were dead and three wounded!
The remaining three black-clothed figures finally realized their opponents were too strong. They could only use all their strength to force back their adversaries, then harmoniously fled toward the grass.
Very fast!
Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo’s group of three were a step too late—catching up would be somewhat difficult.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Suddenly, three sounds like firecrackers rang out, startling birds in the mountain forest to fly in chaos.
The three black-clothed figures who had escaped all had walnut-sized holes blasted through their backs, falling to the ground with shocked expressions in their eyes.
Jun Changxiao withdrew his gun, blew the smoke rising from the barrel, and said coldly, “If you dare provoke my Iron Bone Sect, don’t think about returning alive.”
Li Qingyang and the others, their ears buzzing, mouths twitching, said, “The Sect Master’s gun is simply too terrifying!”