The Arrogant Quanxing

The world of Under One Person.

Inside an inn.

Du Yang, who was on his way to the Sanyi Sect, was just about to pick up his teacup when his brows involuntarily furrowed.

"The Daying Immortal Zuo Ruotong of the Sanyi Sect—to think he is gone just like that. That wicked child Li Muxuan is truly formidable."

"One of the two pinnacles of the righteous path, yet he passed away like this. Truly, the ways of the world are fickle."

Inside the inn, the intermittent discussions of passersby drifted over.

The passing of the Sanyi Sect Master, the Daying Immortal Zuo Ruotong, was undoubtedly a bombshell dropped into the world of outcasts, leaving many with their jaws dropped in shock.

The closer one got to the Sanyi Sect, the more rampant such news became.

Du Yang could not help but feel a sense of anxiety in his heart.

A Sanyi Sect without Zuo Ruotong was like a ship that had lost its rudder on the high seas; where would it drift in the future?

His mood could not be described as anything but abysmal.

His master had passed away, and the Triple Inverse Life could no longer attain immortality—one piece of tragic news after another struck him in succession.

Du Yang pondered in his heart whether he should tell his fellow disciples the secret that the sect had hidden for a thousand years.

If he told them, would that not mean even that final glimmer of hope would be extinguished?

While he was lost in thought, the tea in his cup began to disappear bit by bit, as if it were vanishing into thin air.

After all, he knew the temperaments of his fellow disciples; there were surely many outcasts eyeing the Sanyi Sect right now, so they must not act on impulse.

"Sanyi Sect... Sanyi Sect... Without that old man Zuo, I reckon this sect with a thousand-year heritage will see its tree fall and its monkeys scatter."

"To meet such an end today is only the retribution that old man Zuo deserves. He loved to meddle in other people's business wherever he went, acting all righteous and upright, but in reality, he was nothing more than a hypocrite."

Du Yang immediately raised his head and looked toward the source of the voice.

The person spouting such grand nonsense was a burly man with his chest bared, dressed in a peculiar fashion with a blade slung across his waist, looking like a fierce and wicked character.

Those surrounding him also looked like riffraff and hoodlums; they were likely outcasts wandering the jianghu, probably members of the Quanxing.

Whether they were from the righteous path, the Quanxing, or just drifters in the jianghu, everyone who heard that Zuo Ruotong was dead wanted to come to the Sanyi Sect to join in the spectacle.

They dared not come while the Daying Immortal was alive, but did they dare not come now that he was dead?

Not to mention that this era was truly chaotic, and it was inevitable that some outcasts would bully the weak, or even engage in arson, murder, and looting—they were hardly good people.

Mountain bandits and horse thieves were beyond counting.

The burly man laughed dismissively and shouted, "Don't truly believe that old man Zuo was as formidable as he boasted. A mere wicked child like Li Muxuan took his life; he was nothing but a loser defeated by our sect leader."

"Presumably, this old man was just a fame-seeker. He hadn't sparred with anyone in recent years, which is why he grew increasingly hollow."

"He never sparred with me, Wang Er of the Quanxing's Tyrant Blade, yet he was still called one of the pinnacles of the righteous path. The world was simply fooled by him."

The surrounding Quanxing members readily agreed; at this moment, they were determined to trample the so-called Sanyi Sect into the ground.

Even if they couldn't level it, they would at least turn it upside down.

These Quanxing members were more arrogant than the last, acting as if they were the masters of the world.

In fact, this group really intended to do just that.

They were going to surround and annihilate the Sanyi Sect, slaughtering them until not a single soul remained.

Du Yang remained calm and composed; clearly, the Quanxing members he had encountered before were all of this same ilk.

The Quanxing members struck with cruelty and without hesitation; they were clearly aiming for a massacre.

In that case, these people must all have blood on their hands, so he had no need to hold back any longer.

The next moment, Du Yang stood up and walked toward these Quanxing members, asking brazenly, "Gentlemen, were you not just mentioning the Sanyi Sect?"

Several Quanxing members turned their heads one after another, looking at Du Yang with impatient expressions.

One of them immediately cursed:

"None of your damn business! Get lost, get lost, don't ruin our fun."

Du Yang asked politely once more:

"By not answering directly, you confirm it. May I ask, what do you intend to do at the Sanyi Sect?"

One of them said impatiently:

"That old man Zuo was defeated by our sect leader, which means the Sanyi Sect has been crushed by our Quanxing. Naturally, we are going to press the advantage and paint the place red to settle our old grudges."

"It's none of your concern, get out of here now."

At this, the burly man also stood up, narrowed his eyes, and asked coldly:

"Why do you ask? Everyone knows old man Zuo is gone now. Could it be that you have some connection to the Sanyi Sect?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all five or six Quanxing members stood up, appearing much more sober, and stared straight at Du Yang.

That was right—if he had no connection to the Sanyi Sect, why would he come over and ask what they were going to do there?

Du Yang merely nodded, then said airily, "There is still a distance to go before reaching the Sanyi Sect. Why go through so much trouble? I might as well send you all on your way myself."

As soon as these words were spoken, they drew a roar of laughter from the members of Quanxing.

They naturally understood the meaning of "sending them on their way"... it meant sending them to their deaths.

For so many years, this had always been the catchphrase of Quanxing, yet now it was being turned back on them.

The burly man from Quanxing reached for the long blade at his waist and let out a cold snort: "Kid, I see you're tired of living. Do you even know how to write the word 'death'?"

The group felt no fear; the youth had delicate features, black hair and eyes, and looked no older than twenty. Even if he were a disciple of the Sanyi Sect, he would barely be at the entry level of the second stage of Inverted Life.

With several experts like them present, how could they possibly be afraid?

Following this, the men all revealed cruel smiles, each drawing weapons of various shapes and sizes.

Beyond that, everyone was also brandishing firearms.

Clearly, they were extremely practiced in such acts of violence; they were likely nothing more than mountain bandits or horse thieves.

Inside the inn, upon seeing the tense, sword-drawn situation, the others very tactfully fled, fearing they might be splattered with blood.

The fierce-looking burly man wore an excited expression and laughed wantonly: "Kid, we don't care what relationship you have with the Sanyi Sect. Even with Old Man Zuo gone, you dare to be this arrogant?"

"Today, you shall remain here."

"It would be a pity to kill you outright; it would be better to break your hands and feet first and torment you for a while."

These members of Quanxing all displayed a rampant, lawless air, much like common outlaws.

Immediately after, the burly man circulated his Qi and, moving two or three times faster than an ordinary person, slashed over with his blade.

This strike was vicious, seemingly aimed at taking his life.

Before the blade could even fall, the burly man felt his vision go black the next moment, as if he had been struck by something, and he went flying horizontally through the air.

For a moment, the other members of Quanxing did not even know what had happened, only to see their companion already sent flying dozens of meters away, his life or death unknown.

Such a strike seemed to contain the force of a Thousand Jun.