ON JANUARY 18, 2022 BY MOONCHILDKHZ
Wei Yinu only saw a flash of brilliant light before his chest was pierced, falling to his knees and dying.
Even as he was dying, he was thinking what that hidden weapon was, seeing that it could penetrate his physical body and reach his heart.
Puff—
Jun Changxiao blew on the muzzle belching smoke. “You should find your death to be worth it. This bullet of mine, converting to silver, should be several 10s of taels.”
That was accurate.
With Sect Head Jun’s current strength, he could easily off Wei Yinu unarmed, but he opened fire and wasted a bullet.
“Fourth… Fourth Brother…”
Wei Yixi was aghast, eyes gradually reddenning. He did not cry, but his fury spiked.
The three younger brothers who followed him from childhood, they either bullied together or were bullied together. But now, they had all died one by one. To him, this was the most serious mental blow.
Thump, thump, thump!
The alarmed Spirit Spring Sect disciples rushed into the courtyard, numbering several hundred. When they saw the Fourth Elder kneeling, a hole in his chest, they stared wide-eyed.
Who killed him?
They instantly turned to Jun Changxiao!
They then saw that the sect’s signboarded was also knocked down, so they immediately knew: This guy was the culprit!
“It’s… it’s him!”
The green bandana-ed martial artist from that time in the mountains saw Jun Changxiao holding what looked like a tree root, surprise coloring his face.
You know, the Ironbone Sect and Spirit Spring Sect becoming life-or-death enemies… A lot of it could be attributed to this brother with the green bandana. Because without him approaching Lu Qianqian with nasty intentions, there wouldn’t have been any interaction between the two sects.
Ah…
How to say…
It can’t be entirely blamed on him either, as it was mainly that the Spirit Spring Sect acted too like a doting parent. Knowing that their disciple had been punched, they just had to look for revenge.
On the Stage of Gratitude and Grudges, Wei Yinu had shown killing intent, uncontrollably blowing the situation out of proportion.
If it were another ninth-grade sect, they would have led their disciples to apologize during the Hundred Sects Recruitment.
Unfortunately, the ninth-grade sect they had attacked was the Ironbone Unyielding Sect led by Jun Changxiao — an existence like sheet iron.
Forbearance meant temporary peace, taking a step back meant endless possibility.
But the Spirit Spring Sect could not endure, nor were they willing to step back, so they could only learn this lesson with the lives of three elders.
What a pity, Wei Yixi still had not learned the lesson. He formed a fist, eyes bulging. “Kill him!”
At the command of their sect master, the disciples did not dare hesitate. They offered themselves as sacrifices, encircling Jun Changxiao.
The brother with the green bandana was one of them, his eyes gleaming with anger.
Hu!
Jun Changxiao inhaled, blowing out smoke rings. “If this Lord were you, I would not send my disciples to their deaths.”
“Boy, don’t make small talk. Die for me!”
A disciple eagerly took the chance to show off in front of the sect master and brandished his sword.
Jun Changxiao stored the Desert Eagle and brought out the Cold Edge Sword. With a flick of his wrist, a severe sword light flashed.
Zzt—
A sword mark appeared on his neck, blood splattering.
The disciple threw his weapon and used both hands to staunch the blood. His throat made a gurgling noise, before he was falling to the ground.
Hiss!
The other Spirit Spring Disciples, who had not yet acted, saw that their Meridian Opening Stage Ten senior brother had been killed with one sword strike and froze in astonishment.
“Go! Go!” Wei Yixi bellowed.
Why did he not go himself?
Because he knew that the silvery thing Jun Changxiao had used moments ago was a terrifying hidden weapon. If he moved, he would die just like his fourth brother!
Why did he make his disciples go?
Because he knew that Jun Changxiao’s hidden weapon was probably similar to a crossbow, meaning that the number of times it could be used was limited. With so many disciples, they might not be able to kill the man, but they might exhaust him.
To put it bluntly.
The disciples were used as cannon fodder…
The Spirit Spring Sect disciples obviously did not think they were so invaluable in the eyes of their sect master, willingly obeying his orders to rush forward.
“What a pitiful group of people…” Jun Changxiao shook his head. Only a Cold Edge Sword in hand, he welcomes the Spirit Spring Sect disciples.
Shua! Shua! Shua!
The nine heavy moves of the Layered Waves Sword were displayed, sword qi forming layers upon layers, rippling through the area.
Puchi—
Puchi—
These cold and harsh glares swept through the crowd, lacerating the throats of more than ten disciples. None of them even touched a hair on Jun Changxiao’s body before they burst into blood roses, falling to the ground.
Drip, drop.
Drip, drop.
The Cold Edge Sword was pointed down and droplets of blood fell from its blade, splashing onto the signboard.
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Surrounding Jun Changxiao were a dozen corpses. He stared down at them, like a devil from hell.
The Spirit Spring Sect disciples were stunned. They gathered around him with their swords drawn, but were too scared to actually charge forward.
Jun Changxiao tilted his head, pointing his sword at Wei Yixi. “This Lord must kill him today. If you do not want to die, get out of my way.”
The Spirit Spring Sect disciples were not unpardonable like the bandits, so he did not want to needlessly slaughter them all. Therefore this so-called ‘extermination’ was primarily concerning the Wei Clan brothers.
“Boy, die!”
At this time, a disciple lifted his bland and ruthlessly slashed from behind.
Jun Changxiao felt that he had been benevolent enough, so his eyes flashed with chilling intent, and he made a backhanded cut.
Xiu—
There was a glare and the martial artist’s weapon was sliced, as was his head.
“Kill! Kill!”
The other disciples seized this chance, attacking from all directions.
Jun Changxiao no longer suppressed his cultivation, exploding with the full power of a Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice. Spiritual energy poured into the Cold Edge Sword, instantly filling the air with a cold and sinister chill.
“Since you are all so stubbornly thickheaded, do not blame this Lord for slaughtering on Spirit Spring Mountain!”
As he said so, he wielded his sword and created afterimages.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Wherever the Cold Edge Sword passed, weapons would be sliced. Some of the broken blade tips flew into the air, imbedding in a disciple’s foot or leg.
The disciples didn’t have time to even cry out before the second sword wave arrived.
Xiu—
The Cold Edge Sword glowed with freezing qi.
Puchi! Puchi!
More than 20 Spirit Spring Sect disciples felt a pain near their Adam’s apple and lowered their heads.
Jun Changxiao passed by their sides and 20 drops of blood dripped onto the sword, but were evaporated by his qi.
Putong!
As he walked, the 20 Spirit Spring Sect disciples fell to the ground, dead.
These people were only Meridian Opening stages five or six. With the Cold Edge Sword, the Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice Jun Changxiao easily killed them off.
Wei Yixi was panic-stricken.
At this moment, he had inferred that this Ironbone Sect sect head was no less than Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice.
The Spirit Spring sect master was not the only one panicking, so were the disciples.
Although they had surrounded Jun Changxiao, they backed up step by step as the man walked, their eyes trembling.
He had cut down their martial brothers like he was cutting grass — they could not help but fear!
“Go! Go!” Wei Yixi roared in a frenzy. He did not care about his disciples’ lives at all. As long as he could kill Jun Changxiao, it wouldn’t matter even if all of them died.
However.
Jun Changxiao was too strong and the Spirit Spring Sect disciples did not dare approach him. Even just facing his icy gaze, they trembled.
This was an Asura, whoever went would die!
Restraint! Self-control! Stay back!
Shua!
Jun Changxiao raised his sword, it twinkling under the light.
A glacial aura filled the air, making their scalp’s tingle. Their instinct became their only choice: Retreat, as far as possible!
“You all…” Wei Yixi raged.
He originally wanted to use the disciples to restrain Jun Changxiao, seizing that opportunity to escape. Now that was impossible, as all the disciples had run off.
Without the disciples blocking the way, Jun Changxiao shot forward like an arrow, Cold Edge Sword glowing with cold qi.
“Not good…”
Puchi—
Just as Wei Yixi was feeling a sense of intense crisis, his head flew off.
It fell on the signboard, smearing a line of blood across the three large words ‘Spirit Spring Sect’.
“Sect Master!”
The Spirit Spring Sect disciples stood motionlessly, in a daze.
…
On this day.
There was a large fire on Spirit Spring Mountain, one which burned for one day and one night.
The Spirit Spring Sect, which had occupied the mountain top, said a ‘goodbye’ to Jianghu.
Hu!
Descending the mountain, Jun Changxiao took a moment to stand and stare at the distant scene. Smoking the cigar, he muttered, “Why doesn’t this taste like tobacco?”
The system replied, [This is an electronic cigar.]
“Damn…”