Uncollectible Blade, Fourth Form
With so many Moon Burial Pavilion members and so many strange demon beasts around, Jun Changxiao had not fled because... it was too late.
If he tried explaining that he had merely passed by, they definitely would not believe him, so battle was his only option!
Someone might say,
This guy did not run because he must have received a mission.
Unfortunately, there was no mission.
His choice to confront them head-on stemmed from how stifled and miserable he had felt when the Ten Great Immortal Sects came looking for trouble earlier, while he had lacked the strength to fight back.
Simply put,
I cannot beat them, but can I not beat you lot?
Come on!
Whoever chickens out is Sun's grandson!
At that moment, facing thousands of martial artists and thousands of demon beasts, Jun Changxiao stood with his back ramrod straight, looking every bit like a true man standing tall between heaven and earth!
"Pah!"
When the charging Moon Burial Pavilion members saw him take out a little knife, sneers immediately appeared on their faces.
A toy knife? Who was he trying to scare?
"Jun Changxiao!"
The Black Robed Old Man at the head of the group shouted, "There is a road to heaven, yet you refuse to take it; there is no gate to hell, yet you charge right in! Do not even think of leaving this place alive today!"
"Hell?"
Jun Changxiao bent down and assumed a sword-drawing stance. "Your wish will soon be granted!"
With so many Moon Burial Pavilion members on the island, this had to be their headquarters. Since he had stumbled upon it by chance, they would settle the matter of them using special means to control Yao Mengying today!
"Whoosh!"
His aura erupted, and killing intent spread