Black Tortoise Sect's Movements

In a hall filled with an eerie and dark atmosphere.

Two rows of masters with profound auras and expressionless faces stood below.

A moment later, a middle-aged man with white hair walked in, exuding a heavy presence. He was naturally imposing, and the moment he appeared, the masters below lowered their heads.

"Greetings, Sect Master."

"Greetings, Master."

The white-haired man, with a blank expression, slowly took his seat on the throne above and surveyed the people below with sharp eyes.

No one dared to breathe, their bodies bowed even lower.

After a long while, the white-haired man waved his hand, and only then did everyone rise as if a great weight had been lifted. It was clear he held absolute authority here.

It was a pity that his right sleeve was empty.

He was the Black Tortoise Sect's Old Ancestor, Ning Xuanwu, who had dueled with Old Ancestor Qingshan. The people below were all high-ranking members of the Black Tortoise Sect and Ning Xuanwu's personal disciples.

Ever since Ning Xuanwu's defeat, the Black Tortoise Sect's morale had been low. Seeing him now, everyone was even more afraid to speak. Remember this site in one second: http://

Silence.

"How's the investigation?"

Finally, Ning Xuanwu's stern gaze swept over them, and a hoarse voice emerged from his mouth.

The crowd remained silent.

Seeing this, Ning Xuanwu became enraged and shouted, "I'm asking you, how's the investigation? Who can tell me where Lu Qingshan got that cleaver from?"

"Master, I've captured a personal disciple from the Qingshan Sect. Perhaps we can get a clue from him," said a woman with a fiery figure, dressed provocatively and wielding dual blades, as she stepped forward respectfully.

She was Ning Xuanwu's personal disciple, Yao Ling'er. Not only was she exceptionally talented and powerful in combat, but what made her most unpredictable were her alluring figure and beauty. Countless enemies who had fought her were once captivated by her beauty, but if they let their guard down, they would face Yao Ling'er's dual-blade killing blow.

"Bring him here."

Ning Xuanwu waved his hand.

"Yes."

Yao Ling'er darted out of the hall like lightning. When she reappeared, she was holding a young man in white robes.

"Let me go, let me go!" the white-robed youth shouted rebelliously. "Do you know who I am? How dare you capture me? I am Yu Wujie, a personal disciple of the Qingshan Sect. If you don't let me go, you will face a devastating blow from the Qingshan Sect."

"Slap!"

Yao Ling'er slapped Yu Wujie across the face.

"You, you dare to hit me?"

Yu Wujie was instantly furious. He had never been hit by anyone in his life, and it was an utter humiliation.

But what greeted him was another palm strike from Yao Ling'er, sending him flying backward onto the ground.

Feeling even more humiliated, he got up and tried to retaliate, only to find a white-haired man appearing above him, looking down at him with cold eyes.

"Who are you?" Yu Wujie shouted.

"Ning Xuanwu."

"What?" Yu Wujie was shocked. He never expected the man before him to be the Black Tortoise Ancestor. Had he been captured by the Black Tortoise Sect?

"I ask you, where did Lu Qingshan get that saber from?" the Black Tortoise Ancestor asked from above, his voice hoarse.

"Why should I tell you?" Although he knew it was Ning Xuanwu, Yu Wujie still shouted impolitely.

Ning Xuanwu raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why should I be afraid of you? He's just a defeated opponent of my sect's Old Ancestor. I advise you to release me quickly, or my Old Ancestor will come with his Divine Blade and bring you eternal damnation," Yu Wujie threatened.

"Very good."

The Black Tortoise Ancestor said lightly.

The next moment, an overwhelming aura erupted from him, and Yu Wujie, who was on the ground, was suddenly sucked into the air.

"I'll ask you again, will you speak or not?" the Black Tortoise Ancestor said hoarsely.

"No," Yu Wujie stubbornly replied.

Ning Xuanwu's eyes narrowed, and he moved his hand, grabbing Yu Wujie by the neck. The immense force immediately made Yu Wujie's veins bulge. At the same time, a vast pressure was crushing Yu Wujie's body.

"Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll talk!"

Feeling true death approaching, Yu Wujie couldn't hold on for a moment and quickly begged for mercy.

"Boom!"

The Black Tortoise Ancestor moved his hand, and Yu Wujie fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone looked at him with disdain. They thought he was tough, but he turned out to be a softie, weaker than a persimmon.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Yu Wujie coughed rapidly. Seeing Ning Xuanwu's impatience, he quickly said, "I don't know if what I say is accurate, but I heard from my Master that it was obtained from an expert in Pingjiang City."

"An expert in Pingjiang City?" The Black Tortoise Ancestor's face darkened. He stomped on Yu Wujie's chest and said in a deep voice, "What expert in Pingjiang City?"

"Really, really, I wouldn't dare lie to you, and my Master also said he runs a small Martial Arts Hall in Pingjiang City. It's absolutely true!" Yu Wujie shouted.

"A small Martial Arts Hall?"

Seeing that Yu Wujie didn't seem to be lying, the Black Tortoise Ancestor released him. He returned to his seat and pondered with a frown.

A moment later, he said in a deep voice, "Wuchen, go to Pingjiang City and investigate."

"Yes, Master."

A thin young man with a sickly look on his face walked out. Then, with a flash of his body, he descended the mountain