Battle with Hate Hegemon

During this time, Zhou You had been at a disadvantage under the Medicine King Sect's "soft blockade."

This had led some people to look down on him, believing Zhou You was already tottering on the brink and would eventually become food to be carved up by other powerhouses.

Even some Martial Masters had dared to hold forth, commenting on and discussing him. Only at this moment did the bloody scene remind everyone that a hungry tiger was still a hungry tiger, and Strong Martial was still Strong Martial.

Offending the Medicine King Sect merely meant losing access to medicinal ingredients; one would only perish after a long period of depletion.

But offend Zhou You, and there would be no nonsense—one thrust of his spear would kill you, ending your life on the spot.

Why else did they say violence was the best way to sober people up?

Now, no one around them dared make a sound!

Just as all the spectators were stunned, a voice suddenly rang out. "Zhou You, you killed my master. This hatred cannot exist under the same sky."

"I swear to Heaven, in this life and the next..."

It was Peng Kongtu's disciple, the Advanced Martial Master who had been injured while climbing over a wall to deliver a letter.

Sure enough, this sect's narrow-mindedness was hereditary. They were born to hold grudges, and now the next generation had set its sights on Zhou You.

Yet Zhou You could not simply slaughter them all. Back then, when the Prefect Lord had sought revenge against Ancestor Kong, he had stopped at the proper point and had not implicated the descendants. That had already set the tone, and it was the very foundation that had allowed this sect to survive to the present day.

Think about it—even Grandmaster