"You little brat, you dare fight back? Do you know who we are? Ever heard of the Ten Thousand Blades Sect? Stand still, damn you!"
"Are you asking for a beating? What, your master? Who the hell is your master? Squat down, or I'll cleave you in two!"
There were also quite a few people from the Jianghu on this road who had not come down from Zhongnan Mountain. Many martial artists passed through here, but they had all been stopped. Apart from a few disciples with powerful backing who were allowed through without trouble, everyone else was roughly detained.
"Brother, I'm in a hurry. Could you please make an exception?" Huang Xiao's ears twitched as a voice reached him from beside him. Following the sound, he saw another disciple who had been stopped, from some unknown school or sect, speaking quietly and respectfully to one of the Ten Thousand Blades Sect disciples conducting the inspections.
As he spoke, a piece of silver weighing about one tael suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slipped it into the Ten Thousand Blades Sect disciple's palm. The disciple closed his hand around it, much of the gloom vanishing from his face as he barked, "Get lost, get lost! Don't stand here in the way!"
After witnessing these scenes, Huang Xiao understood. These Ten Thousand Blades Sect disciples were taking advantage of the opportunity to line their pockets! Those martial artists who had not paid, especially disciples with weak cultivation and weak sects behind them, suffered considerable humiliation and were even beaten.
Some of the more hotheaded ones resisted a little, only to be beaten even worse. Still, the Ten Thousand Blades Sect disciples did not strike to kill. Perhaps they, too, had their reservations. After all, the Ten Thousand Blades Sect