Wei Yinu only saw a streak of flowing light shoot toward him, then his chest was pierced through, and he collapsed to the ground, dead.
Even in death, he was probably wondering what kind of hidden weapon had flown at him that could so forcefully penetrate his body and pierce his heart.
“Hmph!”
Jun Changxiao blew on the smoking gun barrel and said lightly, “Your death was worth it. This one bullet of mine, converted to silver, would be worth several dozen taels.”
It truly was worth it.
With Sect Leader Jun’s strength, he could have killed Wei Yinu with his bare hands. Firing the gun was just wasting bullets.
“Fourth… Fourth Brother…”
Wei Yixi’s expression was vacant, his eyes gradually reddening—not from tears, but as a manifestation of extreme fury.
His three younger brothers had followed him since childhood. They either bullied others together or were bullied together. Now that they had died one by one, it was a heavy blow to him.
“Thud, thud, thud!”
Just then, the alarmed Lingquan Sect disciples successively rushed out from the inner courtyard. There were several hundred of them. When they saw the Fourth Elder kneeling on the ground with his chest pierced through, their eyes widened.
Who killed him?
Immediately, everyone looked toward Jun Changxiao!
Especially seeing the sect’s plaque taken down, they knew this guy had come to wreck the place!
“It’s… it’s him!” The green-scarved martial artist who had once had his face stepped on in the wilderness looked at Jun Changxiao with something tree root-like dangling from his mouth, surprise appearing on his face.
Speaking of which, the green-scarved brother deserved considerable credit for the Tiegu Sect and Lingquan Sect reaching this life-or-death stage. Because if he hadn’t deliberately approached Lu Qianqian, there would have been no conflict.
Ah.
How to put it?
He couldn’t be blamed entirely. Mainly, the Lingquan Sect was too protective of their own. Learning that their disciple had been beaten up, they insisted on seeking revenge.
On the Grievance Platform, Wei Yinu had carried killing intent, escalating the conflict to an irreconcilable degree.
If it had been any other ninth-rate sect, they probably would have brought their disciples to apologize during the Hundred Sects recruitment. But the person involved happened to be Jun Changxiao, an existence as unyielding as an iron plate.
Endure a moment and all will be calm; take a step back and the sea and sky are boundless.
The Lingquan Sect couldn’t endure and wouldn’t retreat, so they could only use three elders’ lives to learn their lesson.
Unfortunately, Wei Yixi now hadn’t learned his lesson. He clenched his fists, his eyes nearly splitting with rage, his voice cold and sinister. “Kill him!”
At the Sect Master’s command, the disciples dared not disobey. They immediately summoned their weapons and rushed forward, surrounding Jun Changxiao.
The green-scarved brother was among them, the fury flashing in his eyes no weaker than the Sect Master’s.
“Puff!”
Jun Changxiao took a drag and exhaled a smoke ring. “If this Seat were you, I wouldn’t let disciples come to their deaths.”
“Kid, stop talking nonsense and die!”
One disciple, eager to perform before the Sect Master, immediately swung his blade and attacked.
Jun Changxiao put away the Desert Eagle. The Frost Edge Sword appeared out of thin air. With a twist of his wrist, cold sword light flashed.
“Sizzle, sizzle!”
A sword mark appeared on the neck, blood spraying.
That disciple dropped his weapon, both hands clutching his wound. His throat made gurgling sounds as he fell to the ground with a face full of despair.
“Gasp!”
The Lingquan Sect disciples who were about to strike saw Fourth Senior Brother, whose cultivation had reached the tenth segment of Meridian Opening, killed with one sword. They were shocked and horrified.
“Attack! Attack!” Wei Yixi roared furiously.
Why didn’t he attack?
Because he knew that the silver gleaming object Jun Changxiao had held earlier must be a terrifying hidden weapon. If he attacked, he would be shot dead like Fourth Brother.
Why make the disciples attack?
Because he knew that Jun Changxiao’s hidden weapon should be similar to a crossbow—the ammunition definitely wouldn’t be much. Having disciples swarm forward, they could kill if possible, and if not, they could at least exhaust him.
Simply put.
He was using disciples as cannon fodder…
The Lingquan Sect disciples obviously wouldn’t think that in the Sect Master’s eyes, they were so worthless. Yet they willingly obeyed orders, charging forward with blades and swords.
“A group of pitiful people.”
Jun Changxiao shook his head, holding the Frost Edge Sword in one hand, facing the rushing Lingquan Sect disciples.
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
He unleashed the Nine-Layer Cascading Wave Sword. Layer upon layer of energy accompanied the sword qi, spreading out like ripples!
“Slash! Slash!”
The cold sword light swept past. Over a dozen Lingquan Sect disciples who had rushed before Jun Changxiao all had their throats cut, collapsing to the ground like blooming flowers.
“Drip, drip.”
The Frost Edge Sword pointed downward, blood drops sliding off and splashing on the stone slabs.
Standing before dozens of corpses, Jun Changxiao’s eyes flashed coldly, like a killing god from hell.
The Lingquan Sect disciples were intimidated. Terrified, they held their blades and swords in a circle around him but dared not rush forward.
Jun Changxiao raised his head, pointing his sword at Wei Yixi. “The person this Seat came to kill today is him. If you don’t want to become souls under the sword, get lost quickly.”
The Lingquan Sect disciples weren’t unpardonable bandits. He didn’t want to create excessive slaughter, so his so-called sect annihilation this time was mainly focused on eliminating the Wei brothers.
“Kid, die!”
Just then, a disciple from behind raised his blade and viciously chopped down.
Jun Changxiao, who had thought himself merciful enough, flashed cold light in his eyes and swung the Frost Edge Sword backhanded.
“Whoosh—”
Sword light flashed, severing that martial artist’s weapon and also severing his head.
“Kill! Kill!”
The Lingquan Sect disciples took the opportunity to attack from all directions.
Jun Changxiao no longer restrained himself. His Fifth-rank Wutu cultivation fully opened, spiritual power poured into the Frost Edge Sword, instantly radiating a cold and sinister aura.
“Since you are so obstinate, don’t blame this Seat for going on a killing spree at Lingquan Mountain!” As he spoke, he suddenly swung his sword, dragging out a long sword shadow.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Wherever the Frost Edge Sword passed, all the chopping blades and swords broke. Some blade tips and sword tips even lodged in the Lingquan Sect disciples’ legs and feet.
They had no time to cry out because the second sword was already ruthlessly slashing over.
“Whoosh—”
The Frost Edge Sword swept past, carrying cold radiance!
“Slash! Slash!”
Over twenty Lingquan Sect disciples who had rushed forward stopped in place, neat and tiny sword marks appearing at their Adam’s apples. Then they all lowered their heads together.
Jun Changxiao walked past them. The twenty-plus blood drops gathered on the Frost Edge Sword were instantly evaporated by spiritual power.
“Thud.”
After just a few steps, the twenty Lingquan Sect disciples toppled over in all directions.
These people’s cultivation was only at the fifth or sixth segment of Meridian Opening. With the Frost Edge Sword and strength reaching Fifth-rank Wutu, Jun Changxiao could easily kill them.
Wei Yixi was utterly terrified.
At this moment, he had roughly deduced that this Tiegu Sect Leader’s strength was no less than Fourth-rank Wutu!
The Lingquan Sect Master wasn’t the only one terrified—the disciples were too.
Though they surrounded Jun Changxiao, they also retreated step by step as he advanced, rich terror in their eyes.
Killing sect members like cutting grass—of course they were afraid!
“Attack! Attack!” Wei Yixi roared madly. He didn’t care about his disciples’ lives. As long as Jun Changxiao could be killed, it didn’t matter if they all died.
However.
Jun Changxiao was too formidable. The Lingquan Sect disciples dared not rush forward. Even meeting his cold gaze, the hands gripping their weapons trembled violently.
This was a killing god—whoever went up would die!
Restrain, restrain!
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao raised his sword, cold light flickering.
The icy aura spread, making everyone’s scalps tingle. They immediately made the wise choice—retreat, retreat as far as possible!
“You all…” Wei Yixi was furious.
He had wanted to use disciples to stall while he escaped. Now it was great—they’d all run away!
With no disciples blocking the way, Jun Changxiao charged forward in one stride, the Frost Edge Sword infused with spiritual power carving out cold sword light.
“Not good…”
“Slash—”
Wei Yixi had just felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart when his head flew off, landing before the plaque standing in the courtyard. A line of fresh blood splattered on the three characters “Lingquan Sect.”
“Sect Master!”
The Lingquan Sect disciples stood dumbly in place.
…
This day.
A great fire suddenly arose on Lingquan Mountain, burning for a full day and night. The Lingquan Sect that had occupied the mountain peak bid farewell to the jianghu from this point on.
“Puff!”
Jun Changxiao, who had descended the mountain, stood on a boulder and took a deep drag of his cigar, gazing at the distant scenery. He murmured, “Why is there no nicotine flavor?”
The system said, “This is an e-cigarette.”
“Damn…”