The fact that the Holy Son of the Crippled Blood Sect was used as a guide has completely disgraced the sect. If they don't intervene, this incident will be an indelible stain on the Crippled Blood Sect and a laughing stock for the Demonic Sect...
The reason they haven't made any major moves is twofold: firstly, they want to probe Tuoba San's trump cards; secondly, once they do act, they must resolve the battle with overwhelming force, otherwise they still won't be able to salvage the reputation of the Remnant Blood Sect...
Now that Yuan Xiu, the Holy Son of the Demon Cloud Sect, has handed them the knife, there's no reason to refuse such a deal that offers both revenge and benefits…
On the grand master's chair...
I slowly sat down, and Shi Miaomiao immediately began to gently massage my shoulders and legs, looking completely relaxed and content…
It was as if I was the spoiled brat who did whatever he wanted, and the demonic cultivators watching me genuinely wanted to kill me...
I completely ignored the murderous glares they were giving me; a bunch of spineless good-for-nothings, nothing to pay them any attention…
Suddenly I paused, because my celestial soul sensed a killing intent…
"This is deliberately targeting us," I said arrogantly to Sikong Liang.
"You bastard, lead the way!"
Sikong Liang had resigned himself to his fate; the intense humiliation had even affected his mental state...
Upon hearing my command, they immediately and numbly began to lead the way. I could sense the murderous intent lurking beneath the surface intensifying; it seemed these people had indeed come for Sikong Liang…
Once the commotion subsided, the onlookers dispersed, having just been thoroughly provoked and now needing to find a place to vent their frustrations…
The armchair suddenly stopped. I knew the people from the Remnant Blood Sect had arrived. I remained outwardly calm, but inwardly I sneered…
To provoke the powerful member of the Remnant Blood Sect who was lurking in the shadows, I took out a whip I had prepared beforehand from the edge of the armchair…
"You bastard, did I tell you to stop?"
After saying that, I swung my whip and struck Sikong Liang on the back. My strength was that of an ordinary person, while Sikong Liang was an eighth-rank Martial Venerable, so he naturally wouldn't be injured, but he would inevitably feel some pain...
The pain from being whipped brought a sliver of clarity back to Sikong Liang's eyes...
Snap...
I lashed out with the whip again, finally waking Sikong Liang up completely. At that moment, the figures of the sect leader and the five elders appeared in Sikong Liang's vision...
He immediately became excited. Although the Remnant Blood Sect did not have any Martial Emperor-level experts, its sect leader could temporarily become a Martial Emperor-level fighter through special means. This was the source of the Remnant Blood Sect's confidence in intimidating the surrounding sects...
All five elders were at the ninth-rank Martial Emperor level. The Faceless Old Man was slightly inferior to these five elders in strength. The reason he was willing to be the Holy Son's protector was so that after the Holy Son ascended to the position, he could make him the sixth elder of the sect...
All the ninth-rank combatants of the Remnant Blood Sect are gathered here, not to mention the eighth-rank Martial Venerables...
Dozens of people had already surrounded the area. Tuoba San's expression was more solemn than ever before. These people were all experts, and they all came from the same sect...
He wasn't afraid of any number of enemies, but what worried him was his father...
It's said that fists and feet have no eyes, let alone so many people fighting, the aftershocks alone are enough to kill ordinary people...
"Tuoba San, release my sect's holy son, and then commit suicide to atone for your sins. I might consider whether to spare your father..."
The Bloodstained Sect Master spoke with a cruel smile, his eyes filled with condescending arrogance, as if everything was under his control…
In his heart, I, the one who humiliated the Holy Son, must die, but before that, the only obstacle, Tuoba San…
Tuoba San did not respond immediately, his eyes filled with a thoughtful look…
I know what he's thinking; he's worried about my safety, and of course, I can't back down now…
Snap...
I raised my hand and lashed Sikong Liang's back with the whip again...
hiss…
I heard several people gasp in shock, not understanding what I was doing. Even the dumbest person could see that the situation was unfavorable to me, yet I dared to humiliate the Holy Son of the Remnant Blood Sect...
This whip didn't strike Sikong Liang's back, but rather the faces of all the members of the Remnant Blood Sect; it was as if their faces were being rubbed against the ground...
"You bastard...you're asking for it..."
Enraged, the leader of the Crippled Blood Sect unleashed a palm strike aimed directly at my head, intending to kill me with a single blow…
Tuoba San flashed in front of me, easily deflecting the sect leader's attack...
"Even if you kneel and beg for mercy today, it won't quell the hatred in my heart. I will extract your souls and refine them into soul lamps, so you can experience a thousand years of burning agony..."
The fact that the sect leader could utter such words as "refining soul lamps" shows the extent of his anger. Simple slaughter could no longer quell his rage; he wanted to torment the soul for thousands of years...
"What are you barking about? Do you think you can scare me just because you have a loud voice? What business is it of yours if I hit my dog who was leading the way?"
"It's not impossible for you to have this guide dog, but you have to kneel down and beg me, and each of you bark three times like a dog, and then I'll consider whether or not to give you the guide dog..."
humiliation…
This isn't just rubbing their faces on the ground; it's throwing their faces on the ground, turning them over and over, stomping on them repeatedly, whipping them again and again…
"Ugh... I'm so angry! All of you, get them! If I can't extract their souls and refine their spirits today, I won't back down a single step..."
Upon hearing the sect leader's order, the powerful members of the Remnant Blood Sect sprang into action, all charging towards Tuoba San and me…
"You have no sportsmanship! So many of you are beating up my son..."
I started taunting the people from the Crippled Blood Sect. Some of them couldn't take it and wanted to kill me first. Although I'm just an ordinary person, the psychological damage caused by this verbal attack was too great...
Seeing the powerful figure charging towards me, although I wasn't afraid, I knew that if he attacked me, I wouldn't be able to hide the fact that I could deflect attacks. At that point, even if Tuoba San was stupid, he would know that his father had a secret...
"Are all the experts from your Crippled Blood Sect this kind of trash? You can't beat my son, so you bully an ordinary person like me? You're a disgrace to demonic cultivators. I'm ashamed for you. Don't ever say you're demons again..."
Faced with my taunts, the expert who rushed over felt as if he had eaten shit, and for a moment he didn't know whether to make a move or not...
In that brief moment of hesitation, a sword aura from Tuoba San descended from the sky, piercing directly into the crown of this eighth-rank Martial Venerable…
The powerful figure who intended to kill me was instantly annihilated, his soul obliterated, leaving him a corpse…
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as no one approached him, that was good; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to create opportunities for Tuoba San...
Seeing the continuous fall of powerful figures, the sect leaders' faces were extremely grim. The strength of a peak Martial Emperor was actually unable to suppress Tuoba San, and he even managed to kill several Martial Venerables...
Since that's the case, we'll have to use our trump card...
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