Be a Melon-Eating Onlooker
The suddenly emerged Demon Emperor Gate had struck frequently, wiping out several sects in just a few days. The Righteous Sects would never tolerate this, so two First-rate Sects took the lead and joined forces with more than a dozen second- and third-rate sects to launch an offensive.
For a time, the eyes of martial artists and factions everywhere were focused on West Transport Province.
Fine Rain Hall's intelligence network also began operating. Dozens of reports arrived every day, and after sorting through them, Li Luoqiu relayed the important information to the sect master.
"Tut, tut."
Jun Changxiao sat by the pond, fishing. After hearing the latest intelligence, he said in surprise, "This Demon Emperor Gate actually has four Martial Saints holding the fort. Their strength can't be underestimated."
Li Luoqiu said, "The experts from the two First-rate Sects suffered quite a few casualties."
"Experts?"
Jun Changxiao shook his head. "They're just a bunch of small fry."
"..."
Li Luoqiu's lips twitched slightly.
The two First-rate Sects attacking the Demon Emperor Gate had dispatched four Half-Saints, ten Martial Emperors, and dozens of Martial Kings. It was an exceedingly luxurious lineup, yet the sect master had described them as 'small fry.'
If Hall Master Li had gone to the Plane Battlefield and witnessed Jun Changxiao's frenzied slaughter with the Uncollectible Blade, she would have understood why he described them that way.
Sect Master Jun was now someone who had seen grand scenes.
Not to mention Half-Saints and Martial Emperors—even if dozens of Martial Saints appeared before him, he would not have been surprised.
"This Demon Emperor Gate is the Hidden Sect force that ambushed me before. If they didn't have some truly hard-core strength, they definitely wouldn't dare openly make enemies of the Righteous Sects," Jun Changxiao