Upper Hand
At Zuo Lengchan's command, dozens of men in black stepped forward.
They scrambled over the courtyard wall and filed in, immediately launching a massacre at the hands of the martial arts practitioners who were watching the spectacle.
"Who exactly are you people?"
"Do you want to wipe them all out?"
"Brothers, let's fight these Demonic Cult cultists!"
The dozens of men in black under Zuo Lengchan's command were all cold and ruthless, and did not respond.
They use all sorts of weapons, and their tactics are incredibly diverse.
The cold and ruthless attack left a trail of blood.
Many martial arts practitioners were caught off guard by these strange moves and were killed.
Not all of the thousands of martial artists dared to fight here. Many, young and old, were filled with fear, their eyes darting around as they gripped their weapons, ready to flee.
But as soon as they climbed over the wall, they heard a scream.
This frightened the martial arts practitioners who wanted to escape, so they quickly and cautiously began to investigate.
Suddenly, they saw several men in yellow robes guarding the intersections, and scattered swordsmen and members of the Demonic Cult jumping onto the rooftops.
Although the number of enemies present was only a few hundred, these few hundred people had formed a net that could trap these people from the martial arts world.
"The Songshan Sect and the Demonic Cult have indeed colluded! Brothers, they have laid a trap and have been plotting for a long time. They want to eliminate us completely and silence us. There is no way to escape. Let's attack together!"
Taking advantage of the fact that all the martial arts figures were focused on the enemy and were in a tense mood, Ji Boying quickly spoke up to incite and stir up trouble.
"That's right, let's fight them!"
"Fight if you want! Who's afraid of who! You damned bandits from Mount Song!"
Whether it was because some impulsive guardians were genuinely provoked, or because Liu Zhengfeng had arranged for them to act as shills, the crowd suddenly became enraged, and these martial arts practitioners began fighting against the enemies, with no one thinking of escaping anymore.
"The Mount Hua Sect has truly produced a fine disciple!"
Like a lion, Tong Baixiong led dozens of elite members of the Demonic Cult Sect, keeping a close eye on the major sect leaders standing in the main hall. He was hiding in the shadows, having witnessed Ji Boying's ability to manipulate people's hearts.
This kind of method is most appreciated by the members of their Demonic Cult.
Tong Baixiong himself was a man of considerable skill, and he greatly admired Ji Boying's wisdom and strategy.
"Boy, why stay among these hypocrites and pretend to be a hypocrite? Look at your decisive actions, outstanding intelligence, and ruthless nature. If you join my Divine Cult, I will recommend you to become a hall master within three years. With my support, you might even be able to compete for the next leader of the Divine Cult!"
Tong Baixiong brazenly extended an olive branch to Ji Boying in front of everyone.
Upon seeing this, Yue Buqun disregarded even protecting Lord Zhang and quickly stepped forward to block Ji Boying.
The folding fan in his hand had already been put away.
The iron sword was drawn, gleaming coldly. His elegant demeanor vanished, and his gentle face turned completely ashen.
He started cursing at Tong Baixiong.
"You treacherous dog of the Demonic Cult, stop spreading your heretical rumors! I'll chop off your dog's head and smash your filthy mouth!"
With a leap, shrouded in a misty purple aura, carrying a dangerous aura, he charged towards Tong Baixiong.
Liu Zhengfeng and the others could see clearly that Yue Buqun was truly enraged.
The Gentleman Sword was usually very particular about his manners. He would never utter a word like "dog-headed stinky mouth" or "vulgar" as if it would soil his mouth.
They all understood the reason for their anger, and couldn't help but glance at Ji Boying standing to the side.
Ji Boying stood tall to one side, his face radiating righteous indignation.
I don't know anything about her intelligence or ruthlessness.
I am just a greenhorn who has just entered the martial arts world. I have a little talent for martial arts, and the reason why my master values me so much is entirely because of my hard work.
Yes, that's it!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yue Buqun repeatedly pointed his sword at Tong Baixiong.
Its energy is refined and its killing intent is contained, clearly indicating a highly skilled internal sword technique.
As expected of the head of the Qi Faction of Mount Hua.
Tong Baixiong swung his broadsword with practiced skill and intense killing intent, aiming it at Yue Buqun.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged six or seven blows.
Several elders who respected Tong Baixiong to help, but they were too late to react.
Yue Buqun swung his longsword, and the thin iron sword clashed head-on with Tong Baixiong's heavy steel blade.
The Purple Mist True Qi condensed from the Pure Capital Purple Minor Divine Skill circulates smoothly and possesses unparalleled power.
Caught off guard, Tong Baixiong's steel knife was knocked back, and Tong Baixiong couldn't help but feel numbness in his hands and take two steps back.
Looking again at the blade of the hundred-refined steel knife in his hand, he saw that a nick the size of a grain of rice had appeared.
Tong Baixiong was even more horrified.
I never imagined that Yue Buqun of Mount Hua's skill was so refined.
If it weren't for superior and refined internal energy, one could never unleash greater power with that thin iron sword than with his own broadsword.
He even cut a nick in his own steel sword.
Yue Buqun gained the upper hand and displayed his power, which drew cheers from Liu Zhengfeng and the others behind him.
Yue Buqun flashed back into the crowd, his robes fluttering, and resumed his confrontation with the Demonic Cult, not lingering in battle.
However, this exchange of entry and exit also demonstrated the righteousness of the righteous path and extinguished the arrogance of the Demonic Cult sect.
Yue Buqun dared not fight Tong Baixiong for long. After all, he had rashly rushed into the enemy's crowd and was fighting against dozens of people by himself. If the enemy launched hidden weapons or used some ghostly tricks, he would probably not be able to resist. Therefore, it was better to be careful.
But Yue Buqun was already very pleased that he had suppressed Tong Baixiong with just a few moves.
The Pure Capital Purple Minor Divine Skill is indeed powerful!
Although highly talented, he was by no means a top-tier Yue Buqun. However, it is rare for someone to be able to make seven entries and exits in a match of this quality, displaying the same style as Zhao Zilong.
"Mount Hua Qigong truly lives up to its reputation; Sect Leader Yue are superb!"
Tong Baixiong praised it.
The deafening shouts of battle filled the courtyard, which had been filled with chaos, creating two extremes: one of noise and the other of silence.
Zuo Lengchan's men were fighting with ordinary martial artists, and their ultimate goal was to kill and silence witnesses. The Demonic Cult only had some peripheral disciples helping them.
Tong Baixiong and his dozens of elite hall masters and elders of the Demonic Cult Sect were all here confronting Yue Buqun and his group.
Before Yue Buqun and his men could say anything in response to Tong Baixiong's praise, Zuo Lengchan's men objected.
The three men in black, who had just been displaying unparalleled swordsmanship among these ordinary martial artists, sheathed their swords and leaped out.
The three shouted in unison, "The Mount Hua Sword Faction naturally focuses on the sword. What reputation does it have for internal energy cultivation? Relying solely on this internal energy cultivation, you cannot secure the position of Mount Hua Sect Leader. Yue Buqun has strayed into the demonic path! How dare you flaunt your power in front of our orthodox Mount Hua sect?"