Tang Ren, Isolated by His Lack of Knowledge

Jun Changxiao returned to the Eternal Sect, still pondering the group of black-clad masked men who had abducted Tang Ren.

One thing was certain: these martial artists were absolutely not the same group that had appeared before, because they did not recognize him.

Why did he think so?

Because Jun Changxiao had dealt with them many times, and every time, they had left after suffering repeated losses.

If they had been the same group, they would have recognized him long ago and fled at the first sign of trouble, rather than stupidly continuing to abduct Young Master Tang.

"Every time, there are Martial Emperors. Just how powerful is this Hidden Sect force?" Jun Changxiao murmured.

What baffled him most was this.

After being suppressed by him, those black-clad masked men had actually self-destructed without the slightest hesitation!

If they had been Martial Grandmasters or Martial Masters, that would have been understandable.

But they had been Emperor Rank and King Rank experts! How long had they cultivated to reach that level? Yet they self-destructed just like that—they cared far too little for their own lives!

Or perhaps...

They had undergone training as strict as that of assassins?

Knowing they could not escape and fearing that torture would force them to reveal secrets, they could only end their own lives through death?

If that was the case...

Then they truly were a pack of extreme lunatics!

With such a Hidden Sect force setting its sights on him and the sect, the matter became all the more troublesome.

"Ah."

Jun Changxiao rubbed his temples and said, "What a headache."

Even when facing two third-rate evil sects, he had not felt such pressure. Yet this Hidden Sect force, which had remained utterly without clues, filled him with a sense of helplessness.

"Sect Master Jun."