The severely injured elders were still bedridden, and there were only a few disciples capable of fighting. If a real battle broke out, the Kunlun Sect would definitely be at a disadvantage.
But as the Great Elder of the Kunlun Sect, he could not stand by and watch their mountain gate be seized. He could only steel himself and say, "Zhao Tianba, don't delude yourself. Even if the Kunlun Sect fights until the very last person, we will never let you succeed."
"Fine, then I'll grant your wish." Zhao Tianba waved his hand. "Brothers, get them! Drive every last Kunlun Sect member out! Whoever dares resist, cripple him!"
The Southern Fist Sect disciples immediately charged forward. Though the Kunlun Sect disciples were injured, they still picked up their weapons and fought back.
Seeing this, Lin Taichu frowned. He could not simply watch the Southern Fist Sect bully the Kunlun Sect. Besides, Daoist Master Xuanqing still needed his treatment. If the Kunlun Sect fell, Daoist Master Xuanqing's injuries would certainly worsen.
Lin Taichu stepped forward and blocked a Southern Fist Sect disciple rushing toward him, then struck his chest with a palm. The disciple had not expected anyone to intercept him so suddenly. The blow landed squarely, sending him staggering back several steps before he spat out a mouthful of blood.
When Zhao Tianba saw Lin Taichu make a move, he narrowed his eyes. "Who are you? How dare you interfere in the Southern Fist Sect's affairs?"
"I am Lin Taichu, here to treat the Kunlun Sect's elders," Lin Taichu said calmly. "The Kunlun Sect is in the midst of a crisis, yet you are taking advantage of their misfortune. That is hardly honorable. I advise you to leave immediately, or don't blame me for being rude."
"Lin Taichu?" Zhao Tianba