"Senior Sister, why must you do this? Everyone knows Senior Brother Taiping and Senior Brother Qingxiao have both fallen. They can never return, and I'm saddened by that too. But even so, your Seven Peaks can't occupy two cultivation grounds for nothing!"
He Jun spoke with a troubled expression.
At those words, Zhao Linglong flew into a rage.
"I'll say it one more time. Get out!"
With her furious shout, the Immortal Silk wrapped around her wrist suddenly whirled around her.
From a distance, flames seemed to rise from her body.
"Senior Sister, my cultivation is indeed inferior to yours, but if you insist on being so unreasonable, I'll have no choice but to stop being polite."
He Jun sneered.
He flicked his sword fingers upward, and a flying sword burst from its scabbard behind him, humming as it circled at his side.
At the same time, the First Peak disciples beside him also summoned their flying swords.
"Senior Brother, I hear everyone on the Seventh Peak is mad. You and I had better be careful."
A First Peak disciple spoke in a somewhat mocking tone.
Hearing this, the other First Peak disciples all burst out laughing.
"You're courting death!"
Those words, together with the laughter, thoroughly enraged Zhao Linglong.
Even knowing that these people were deliberately provoking her, she still struck.
With a swish, her Immortal Silk shot straight toward the disciple who had mocked Xu Taiping as a madman, like a keen sword.
Facing this strike, He Jun did not shield his junior brother. He merely watched coldly, a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Provoke Zhao Linglong into injuring fellow disciples.
And thereby strip her of her eligibility to enter the Seven Peaks Grand Competition.
That was precisely He Jun's purpose in coming.
Bang!
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