Punching Bag

"Wuiji, get out here at once."

Nine Sword Sovereign's voice echoed across all of Hidden Spirit Island.

The disciples cultivating diligently on Hidden Spirit Island all raised their heads to look at the sky.

A trace of anger flashed through Xu Fan's eyes upon hearing that voice.

A little notebook appeared in Xu Fan's hand, opened to the third page.

The entry concerning Nine Sword Venerable was recorded there.

Just as Nine Sword Venerable was looking disdainfully at the Hidden Spirit Sect below.

Such a weak sect was unworthy of having a fine disciple like Wuiji.

Suddenly, Nine Sword Venerable frowned.

A black shadow appeared in the sky, wielding a Giant Axe and cleaving down at him with the force of heaven.

"Bang!!"

Nine Sword Venerable's protective Sword Array activated.

But caught off guard, Nine Sword Venerable was still sent flying by that heavy axe strike.

He turned directly into a Flowing Light and flew toward the surface of the Hundred-thousand Li Great Lake in the distance, dragging up a spray of water a hundred li long.

"Where did this rat come from, barking like a dog above my Hidden Spirit Sect!"

Two glossy black Mahayana Stage Puppets appeared not far from where Nine Sword Venerable landed.

Even after being sent flying, Nine Sword Venerable was still somewhat dazed.

Did this sect not want to live anymore?

Overwhelming fury rose from Nine Sword Venerable's body.

The surface of the Hundred-thousand Li Great Lake began to boil as Nine Sword Venerable slowly rose from the lake.

With towering rage in his eyes, he stared at the two Mahayana Stage Puppets standing in the void nearby.

"My Hidden Spirit Sect is a sect of propriety."

"If wicked guests come knocking, naturally we use clubs to teach them a lesson," said the Mahayana