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"Ha ha... Kong Zhan, I have become a sect-level powerhouse now; you are no longer my opponents," Lu Jinsong laughed heartily.
"Damn it, it seems that the Evil Sect has given you quite a bit of benefit," Cheng Batian said with a heavy expression. Originally, Lu Jinsong was just like them, a Perfected Respect Level warrior who had only recently broken through. It wouldn't have been so easy to break through again. A moment's thought made it clear that the Evil Sect was behind this.
"So what if that's the case? You guys who once competed with me are now beneath my feet. You are destined to be no match for me."
"Oh, the Sect Master of Azure Wind Sword Sect has also arrived. Are you surrendering on your own, or do you want me to take action personally?" Lu Jinsong asked mockingly as he noticed someone approaching in the distance.
"Sect Master, you have arrived. This Lu Jinsong is a Zongji Jing powerhouse; we are not his opponents," Cheng Batian and the others immediately bowed and said with some shame.
"Yes, you have worked hard," Zhu Tianchao nodded, his face also serious.
They could still handle Supreme Realm warriors because they had five or six Supreme Realm experts on their side, but Zongji Jing powerhouses were beyond their capability. Perhaps they could fight one to a draw, but the other two were also unfathomably strong and likely Zongji Jing powerhouses as well; there was simply no way to deal with them.
"To everyone from the Evil Sect, I am Ren Pingsheng of Azure Wind Sword Sect. Although I have offended your sect, he is already dead now. Why must you press us so hard?" he sighed.
"Hmph, that little thief Ren Pingsheng dared to harm our Heavenly Evil Sect Young Master, leaving him still unconscious. His death would be letting him off easy, but this grudge cannot be overlooked; it naturally falls upon your Azure Wind Sword Sect," an elder on Lu Jinsong's left said coldly.
"Yes, your Azure Wind Sword Sect will pay the price today at your destruction. You'd best surrender obediently; that way, you can suffer less," said an elder with a dark face on Lu Jinsong's right.
As they spoke, their aura grew increasingly fierce; they were indeed sect-level powerhouses, even more formidable and terrifying than Lu Jinsong. The nearby disciples of Azure Wind Sword Sect were pressured and retreated, drenched in cold sweat. Most of them were Warrior Realm fighters and could not withstand such pressure.
Zhu Tianchao and Cheng Batian unleashed their own auras to counteract it. Unfortunately, even when working together, they were no match for the two sect-level powerhouses. After holding out for a while, they retreated pale-faced to avoid the clash of auras.
"Two seniors, since they are unwilling to surrender, let's just take action directly!" Lu Jinsong asked respectfully.
"Very well, then it's up to you. Make it quick," both elders nodded in agreement.
Lu Jinsong, as if receiving a royal decree, turned around with a grim smile and said, "Since you are so stubborn, today I will send you all to the Azure Wind Sword Sect." As soon as he finished speaking, his Longsword was drawn, and countless Sword Qi rained down. Many disciples of the Azure Wind Sword Sect who could not evade in time lost their lives under the Sword Qi.
"Damn it! Let's fight him!" Cheng Batian, Liu Wuyun, and Kong Zhan were all furious. They took out their strongest moves and attacked Lu Jinsong. It was evident that he had just broken through, and for a moment, the three of them managed to withstand his onslaught.
"Damn it, you all go die!" Blocked by the three Supreme Realm warriors, he seemed to feel humiliated and disregarded the consumption of True Qi, unleashing his Sword Technique one after another. Immediately, Cheng Batian and the others were forced back step by step.
"Let's join in too!" Zhu Tianchao said softly, and he along with Vice Master Bai Bai Qi immediately joined the battle. The five Supreme Realm warriors found that even Lu Jinsong was momentarily unable to handle them.
"Very well, you have angered me. Since you seek death, I will let you witness my understanding of Sword Technique. Fire Sea!" Lu Jinsong turned around, and with one strike, the surroundings plunged into a Fire Sea.
It should be noted that one of the conditions for breaking through to Zongji Jing is to have a profound understanding of Artistic Conception. This sword carried the fully realized Fire Realm, its might terrifying enough to shatter the combined efforts of the five. The Sword Qi swept through and sent them flying.
"Pfft..." The five turned pale and couldn't help but spit out blood. Their strength was ultimately still lacking considerably, especially in their understanding of Artistic Conception.
"Sigh, is our Azure Wind Sword Sect doomed to escape this calamity?" Zhu Tianchao said with a face full of despair.
This time only he and Bai Qi came out; everyone else was preparing. As long as he gave the order, all the Elders of Azure Wind Sword Sect would charge out fearlessly. However, in such a situation, even if they all acted together, it would likely only lead to their demise.
"Haha, you bunch of rabble! If it were before I might have feared you a little, but now I don't take you seriously at all," Lu Jinsong said sarcastically upon seeing his achievements.
"Members of the Evil Sect, if you want to take revenge for your Young Master, I am willing to bear that cost. I only hope that you can spare the others from the Azure Wind Sword Sect. As long as you agree, my life will be yours." After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Tianchao stood up.
"Haha... are you too naive? It seems you still haven't realized your situation; you have no conditions to negotiate. Whether we agree or not, all of you are going to die today—no one will escape." The two old men were momentarily taken aback before bursting into laughter, as if they had heard the funniest joke.
"Alright, let's work together to eliminate them. Haha... Ren Pingsheng, you little thief, even if you die, we won't let you rest in peace. First, we'll destroy your sect and then kill everyone related to you." They spoke viciously, preparing to strike.
"Oh, are you talking about me?" A calm voice echoed from the air. It seemed near yet far; in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared before everyone.
The members of the Azure Wind Sword Sect, who were ready to fight to the death, were stunned. Many trembled as they looked at the figure in mid-air. This figure was familiar to many of them. They had thought he was dead but never expected him to appear here.
"Haha, it's Ren Shixiong! I knew Ren Shixiong wasn't dead." Some disciples who recognized Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but shout out. They clearly remembered everything he had created during his time at the Azure Wind Sword Sect—something they admired and envied but felt was beyond their reach. He was an idol in the hearts of many.
"Good kid, you really came back." Zhu Tianchao and the others felt inexplicably relieved upon seeing this figure, as if there was nothing left to worry about.
"I knew you wouldn't die; I really didn't misjudge you." Cheng Batian and the others looked at Ren Pingsheng's figure with excitement.
"Ren Pingsheng, you actually didn't die." Lu Jinsong immediately recognized him. Although he had never fought against Ren Pingsheng, they had crossed paths several times.
"What? You are that little thief Ren Pingsheng? You actually didn't die. That's great! If we capture you this time, the sect master will definitely be pleased." The two old men were initially stunned before their faces lit up with joy. Then they calmly surrounded him.
"Two High-Level Sect Realm Martial Artists and one Initial Stage of Sect Level—very well. Since you've come today, don't expect to leave." Ren Pingsheng said expressionlessly. Then he flashed forward and lunged at one of the old men.
"Hmph, arrogant." The old man saw that Ren Pingsheng had the same cultivation level as him and mocked him for being the first to attack under their encirclement.
"Really?" he said softly, and then the Sword Momentum surged over him like a tidal wave. The old man felt as if he were carrying a great mountain on his back, his whole body sinking. Then he sensed an endless sharpness rushing toward him. Startled, before he could react, a Sword Light had already pierced through his brow.
"Ah... you..." he let out a terrible scream, his eyes wide open, and then he lost all breath, still unable to close his eyes in death. He couldn't even believe that he had died just like that.
"Windscar Sword, slash!" Ren Pingsheng swayed his body, dodging another old man's Sword Qi. With a flick of his wrist, a streak of blue Sword Qi flashed by like teleportation and struck the old man.
"Uh..." The old man was taken aback, and then his body split in two from the middle, flesh flying everywhere. It looked extremely bloody. The onlookers were shocked, their faces filled with horror. Two seemingly invincible sect-level experts had turned into Corpse in the blink of an eye; this was too shocking and unreal for them. Could it be that these two Zongji Jing elders were made of paper, looking impressive but useless? Such thoughts immediately sprang to their minds.
"You..." The remaining Lu Jinsong retreated in terror. He had originally planned to achieve merit by capturing Ren Pingsheng, but now that two higher-level Zongji Jing martial artists had fallen in an instant at Ren Pingsheng's hands, he was already scared out of his wits and dared not entertain any thoughts of glory; all he wanted was to escape quickly.
"I have some impression of you; you seem to be from the Tiger Howl Sect. Since you dare to attack our Azure Wind Sword Sect, naturally, you cannot be spared," Ren Pingsheng said calmly as he watched Lu Jinsong turn to flee.
Then with a wave of his hand, blood-red Sword Qi rained down and pierced through Lu Jinsong. Unfortunately for him, he was still alive; in an instant, he regretted not dying instead.
Blood began to boil like Lava. After a few breaths of time filled with piercing screams, blood erupted like a fountain, splattering everywhere. Lu Jinsong was left as nothing more than a charred black Corpse.
He had just broken through to become a Zong-level Martial Artist, filled with excitement in his heart, volunteering to come along to eliminate the Azure Wind Sword Sect. He had hoped to achieve merit and gain the attention of the Evil Sect. Little did he expect that he would meet such an end.
What about those two elders from the Evil Sect? How could they have anticipated that such an apparently easy task would cost them their lives?
Indeed, it seems that the world is full of uncertainties!
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