Baiyu Sect is a legendary sect located atop a mountain, which sustains its development by cultivating medicinal herbs.
Over the centuries, various martial arts sects have risen to prominence, but the White Feather Sect has always been the most obscure among them.
No wonder they couldn't develop; the sect leader was a vain madman.
Their followers are quite powerful, but they are unwilling to think about anything else.
The White Feather Sect Master's expression changed several times before finally settling on a smile.
Since Yi Mu said that, it means he already knows the truth behind it.
The truth has already been revealed; there's no need to hide it anymore.
"Men's faces have changed for over a hundred years, but suddenly I wanted to try a woman's face. And let me tell you, this face is really tender, smooth, and fragrant."
Yi Mu bluntly retorted, "I smell a stench, a really stench."
The White Feather Sect Master's face fell once again. What a bastard!
"Shut up! Men, tie him up!"
Hu Tianqin unleashed his sword energy, stood before Yi Mu, and scanned the crowd with his eyes. "Who dares to touch him!"
The sect leader roared, "Kill them!"
What are the odds of two people winning against a dozen top-tier experts whose strengths are impossible to gauge?
The Langyue Sword was controlled by an unknown force, as was the scimitar in Yi Mu's hand.
The two could only deal with these people with their bare hands. After several dozen moves, they were defeated.
Hu Tianqin was stabbed hard in the waist and abdomen, and Yi Mu kicked the man away.
"How is it?" Yi Mu asked, supporting Hu Tianqin's arm.
Hu Tianqin clutched his bleeding abdomen, about to shake his head, when he saw a person holding a silver stick, striking Yi Mu on the back.
He grabbed Yi Mu's sleeve, pulling him into his arms and using his back to take the heavy blow.
Yi Mu's pupils contracted.
After that blow, the subsequent blows of knives and spears left Hu Tianjin's back riddled with holes.
With bloodshot eyes, Yi Mu forcefully overcame the weapon in his hand, plunged the dagger into a person's chest, and then blinded that person.
But he was alone, and his abilities were limited; he was quickly surrounded.
One of them slashed at Yimu's neck with his large knife.
Hu Tianqin shouted at the top of his lungs, "Yimu!"
Above the igloo, a black dragon swooped down, its long tail whipping the man in white against the ice rock, its massive head aimed at the White Feather Sect Master.
Dragons exist only in legends, and are beings that inspire the utmost reverence.
The White Feather Sect Master defied fate and went against the rules of nature; it's no wonder he felt uneasy facing a divine object.
The dragon's cold golden eyes stared at him, as if he were not a person, but something dispensable.
A dragon roared out, its blood-red maw opening wide towards the White Feather Sect Master. With a flick of its tongue, the dragon swallowed the sect master's head whole.
In the blink of an eye, only a headless corpse remained on the spot.
A foul stench permeated the igloo, a hundred times worse than rotten eggs.
Yi Mu lay on top of Hu Tianqin's fallen body, retching several times.
A hand reached out from the side and helped him up.
"That old thing stinks so badly, he's a real old monster."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yi Mu covered his mouth and looked up, only to see Shi Chuan's face.
"you……"
Shi Chuan waved his hand, giving me a look that said, "You don't need to thank me."
He leaned close to Yi Mu's ear and whispered, "I saw the plot update and knew you were in danger. How could I not come to save you, junior brother?"
Yi Mu didn't have time to argue about Hu Tianqin's verbal advantage; Hu Tianqin was seriously injured.
He disregarded the people who were imprisoned and ordered Shi Chuan to release them.
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