Dare Slander the Grand Elder? I'll Beat You to Death!

"Damn it, how dare you slander our Supreme Elder! I'll beat you to death!"

Wang Lishuang kicked upwards, bang!

"Ouch—"

The man in blue Gao Bisuo, was kicked in the groin by the other party, causing him to scream in pain and bend over like a shrimp.

"Holy crap! This kid's gone too far! He actually used the Severing Descendants Kick'! Is he trying to cut off someone's offspring? That's too much!"

Some of the onlookers voiced their dissatisfaction.

"Biso is injured, brothers! This is a slap in the face to our Crimson Fire Sect! Go, beat him up!"

A group of disciples dressed in the same clothes as Gao Bisuo rushed forward, intending to attack him en masse.

Upon seeing this, Shu Huaigang's eyes widened immediately, his anger seeming to ignite the air.

Upon catching sight of the Crimson Fire Sect disciples rushing forward like hungry wolves, their target Wang Shuangli, who was surrounded in the middle, his protective instincts were instantly ignited.

The veins on his neck bulged as he roared, "Brothers, we Azure Cloud Sect members cannot be bullied!"

"All of you, get them! Kill these bastards!"

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves first, his firm arms taut, like a fully drawn Hard Bow, ready to be launched at any moment.

The group of fellow disciples around him could no longer contain themselves; they were all like firecrackers that had been set on fire.

You, with a flushed face and bulging cheeks, kept muttering, "Dare to touch us? We'll beat you to a pulp today!"

There was also someone who rolled up his sleeves and stomped his foot hard on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, as if to announce his anger.

In an instant, the two sides collided violently like two herds of fighting bulls.

The tall man leading the Crimson Fire Sect chuckled mockingly and cursed, "Hmph, cowards from the Azure Cloud Sect, you dare to show your face here today? This Trial Tower isn't your place to steal the limelight. Be smart and get out of here!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw a punch at Wang Shuangli, the wind from the punch whistling through the air.

Wang Shuangli dodged to the side and retorted, "Your Crimson Fire Sect is a bunch of narrow-minded cowards who love to use underhanded tricks all the time, and today you dare to openly bully people!"

As he spoke, he raised his leg and swept it towards the opponent's lower body with a clean and swift motion.

The other people on both sides weren't idle either; they pushed and shoved each other, and even punched and kicked.

Shu Huaigang was agile and nimble. He dodged left and right, found the right opportunity, and delivered a heavy punch to the abdomen of a Crimson Fire Sect disciple. The man cried out "Ouch!" and bent over, unable to straighten up for a long time.

He didn't forget to spit and curse, "With your pathetic skills, you dare to provoke us!"

On the Crimson Fire Sect's side, someone shouted at the top of their lungs, "How dare you look down on us, you grandsons! You're so arrogant that you don't know who you are! If I don't beat you into calling me grandpa today, I'm not Sun Taisheng!"

As he spoke, he waved his hands wildly, like a hooligan playing ball.

"Damn it, you dare to mess with me and take advantage of me? I'll beat you to a pulp!"

"Ouch, who the hell stabbed me in the ass?!"

"You little brat, you're so cunning, you kicked me in the crotch..."

In an instant, the scene was chaotic, with cheers, curses, and the sounds of fists and feet clashing all mixed together.

Liu Shuyao and her female disciples stood to the side, stamping their feet in frustration.

She bit her lower lip, clenched her hands around the hem of her clothes, her eyes reddened, and murmured, "What am I going to do? Please don't let anyone die."

But they knew that intervening at this moment would only make the situation more chaotic, so they could only worry helplessly.

Fortunately, both sides retained a shred of reason and did not draw their weapons, otherwise the square would have been awash in blood.

The commotion eventually attracted the attention of the City Guard Army.

A squad of the City Guard Army, clad in gleaming armor and wielding long spears, hurried over in orderly formation.

The team leader was an experienced veteran. He shouted, "Stop it, all of you!" His voice was so loud that it made everyone's eardrums ache.

The City Guard Army quickly separated the two groups of people who were fighting. After understanding the situation, the leader shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

Just because Hua Qiang, the Supreme Elder Azure Cloud Sect, was mocking and ridiculed by Gao Bisuo while trying to enter the Trial Tower, it actually caused such a brawl. These young people really have too much energy and are just bored!

Huo Cangliang, as the Sect Master of the Azure Cloud Sect, was naturally unaware of all this.

At this moment, Huo Cangliang was wearing a moon-white robe, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind, like flowing moonlight.

He walked with light but slightly messy steps, humming an off-key tune, a melody he had casually hummed when he and she were chasing and playing in the mountains when they were young.

At this moment, the melody, carrying a wealth of memories, led him toward the Fuyun Inn in the northern part of the city.

Sunlight dappled across the bluestone pavement, but his heart was completely occupied by the impending opportunity.

Thinking of Miao Miaochen, the Supreme Elder of the Shuiyun Sect —Supreme Elder his childhood sweetheart who haunted his dreams—his lips unconsciously curled up, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Yet, hidden within that radiance was a hint of unease and guilt.

Due to various reasons and unforeseen circumstances, he personally pushed away the beautiful love he had been given, and was unable to become her husband. Whenever he thought of it, his heart ached.

As they got closer to Fuyun Inn, Huo Cangliang's pace gradually slowed down, as if he were being held back by invisible threads.

He tilted his head slightly, gazing at the clouds drifting across the azure sky, his thoughts wandering far away.

In the past, they used to play in the stream together, splashing water that would soak their clothes.

Embracing each other under the moon, pouring out their hearts to one another, those images flooded back to my mind like a tide.

"I wonder how she's been all these years..." he murmured to himself, his voice carried away by the gentle breeze.

Before long, the ancient yet magnificent eaves and brackets of Fuyun Inn came into view.

Huo Cangliang stopped in his tracks, feeling his heart pounding like thunder, each beat striking his chest. His feet seemed rooted to the spot, each step incredibly heavy.

He raised his hand to smooth out the wrinkles in his clothes, and subconsciously tidied the strands of hair at his temples, but his hand trembled slightly.

"What should I say when we meet later?" He pondered repeatedly in his mind, his lips trembling.

The opening remarks were conceived in my mind again and again, only to be overturned time and time again.

Should one feign nonchalance and ask with a smile, "Long time no see," or should one's eyes well up with tears as one pours out the regrets and longing of these past years?

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, but his wildly beating heart just wouldn't obey him.

After much hesitation, Huo Cangliang stepped forward and entered the inn.

The lobby was noisy, and his eyes searched frantically, trying to find that familiar figure in the crowd at a glance.

My fingers clenched involuntarily, my knuckles turned white, and my palms were covered in sweat.

He knew that this one glance might uncover a long-buried wound, or it might ignite a glimmer of hope for the rest of his life.