At the white-robed youth's command, the black-clothed young man’s eyes flashed with a murderous gleam. He raised his fist, aiming a killing blow at the gaunt old man.
"Bang!"
The gaunt old man met the attack with his own fist. In the end, the black-clothed youth was knocked back several steps, while the old man remained rooted to the spot. But he immediately started coughing violently.
"Again!"
Knocked back, the black-clothed youth’s eyes flashed with anger. He sprang forward once more, unleashing a flurry of punches, each booming loudly as he attacked the gaunt old man over and over.
"Bang bang bang!"
After more than ten exchanges, the gaunt old man’s internal injuries flared up. Struck square in the chest by the black-clothed youth’s fist, he crashed into the living room, struggling to get up, and broke into another violent coughing fit.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother—now you can't even handle a late Nascent Soul cultivator. What do you have left to compete with me?"
Seeing this, the white-robed youth burst out laughing, his voice full of mockery and scorn.
Just then, a shadow flickered—Yuna Zhou appeared at the old man’s side, gently patting his back and asking with concern, "Master, are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" The gaunt old man shook his head.
Yuna Zhou glared angrily at the white-robed youth. "Who are you people? Why are you hurting my master?"
"I'm your uncle-master," the white-robed youth said playfully.
"Pfft! I don't need an uncle-master like you!" Yuna Zhou spat in disgust.
The white-robed youth wasn’t angry at all. He laughed, "Good, you’ve got some spirit—just like your useless master. But the bigger your temper, the faster you die!"
The gaunt old man’s expression changed slightly at this. "Junior Brother, must you really stoop to picking on a junior?"
"Senior Brother, I'll ask you one last time—are you handing over the Mystic Armory Canon or not?"
"Sorry, but I can't go against our master’s orders!"
"Fine, so you’re going to be stubborn to the end!" The white-robed youth’s eyes turned cold. "Go, seize that woman. I want to see just how hard his heart really is!"
"Yes, sir!"
The black-clothed youth flickered into the living room, lightning-fast, reaching out to grab Yuna Zhou.
"Don’t you dare hurt my disciple!"
The gaunt old man erupted in fury, clashing with the black-clothed youth again. But just then, another figure flashed past, heading straight for Yuna Zhou.
"Get lost!"
Yuna Zhou spat out a flying sword at the attacker, but he just sneered, tapped the sword with one finger, and sent it clattering to the floor. In a flash, he was at her side, grabbing her shoulder. Just as she tried to struggle, a surge of powerful true essence flooded into her body, sealing her cultivation.
Seeing his disciple captured, the gaunt old man’s heart clenched. He instinctively tried to rescue her, but the black-clothed youth, who was skilled at seizing opportunities, deliberately let him go—then, just as the old man moved, he slammed a full-force punch into his back.
"Bang! Splurt!"
Blood sprayed through the air as the gaunt old man’s body crashed to the ground like a broken sack, struggling a few times but unable to rise.
Witnessing this, Yuna Zhou was nearly scared out of her wits and screamed, "Master!"
The black-clothed youth grinned smugly, walked up to the gaunt old man, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up. "Old fool, hand over the Mystic Armory Canon if you know what’s good for you!" he sneered.
The gaunt old man ignored him and looked at the white-robed youth. "Junior Brother, you can kill me, but please—don’t hurt Yuna. She’s innocent!"
"If you care so much about your disciple, why not just hand over the Mystic Armory Canon?"
Just then, a young girl rushed out of another room. Seeing the chaos, she blurted out in surprise, "Sister Zhou, what’s going on?"
"Wendy, this has nothing to do with you! Go back to your room, quick!" Yuna Zhou shouted.
"Kill her!"
A flash of killing intent appeared in the white-robed youth’s eyes.
Immediately, a Nascent Soul expert stepped forward, pointing a finger at Wendy Lin’s forehead.
"No!" Yuna Zhou cried.
"Junior Brother, don’t kill her!" the gaunt old man shouted too.
Splurt!
The power of the finger strike tore through the air, reaching Wendy Lin’s forehead in a flash. Wendy just stood there, frozen, unable to dodge.
"Courting death!"
Suddenly, an angry shout rang out. In a blur, a young man appeared at Wendy Lin’s side.
"Pop!"
With a crisp sound, the deadly finger strike was shattered by a single tap from the young man.
The next moment, Ian Song stared coldly at the Nascent Soul expert who attacked. "You made a move?" he demanded.
"So what if I did?" the man sneered.
"Then go die!"
Whoosh!
A flash of sword light—instantly, the Nascent Soul expert’s body split clean in two, even his Nascent Soul was destroyed.
One sword strike—instant kill on a mid-stage Nascent Soul?
Shock? Surprise? Terror?
Everyone was stunned. The whole room suddenly went dead silent.
A flash of joy appeared on Yuna Zhou’s face. "Young Master Song, please—save my master!" she pleaded.
The white-robed youth snapped out of his shock, his face twisting with rage. "Kid, you dare kill my man!"
"So what?" Ian Song replied coolly, sword in hand.
"You’ll pay with your life! Get him—kill him!" the white-robed youth roared.
"Kill!"
At once, everyone except the two holding the gaunt old man and Yuna Zhou rushed at Ian Song.
Spells, magic treasures, sword qi—all came crashing down on Ian Song at once.
"Die!"
Ian Song wrapped his arm around Wendy Lin’s waist and vanished from sight.
An instant later, sword light flashed—a Nascent Soul expert from the Divine Armory Order was sliced in half and killed.
In the next few breaths, the sound of bodies being cut rang out again and again.
Every Nascent Soul expert who attacked Ian Song—more than ten in total—was cut in two and killed, not a single Nascent Soul escaped.
"What...?"
Seeing this, not only were the gaunt old man and Yuna Zhou stunned—even the white-robed youth stood frozen in disbelief.
"Let them go and I’ll spare your lives. Otherwise, you’ll end up just like them!" Ian Song’s gaze swept coldly over the black-clothed youth and the Nascent Soul expert restraining Yuna Zhou.
At his words, the two shuddered instinctively and glanced at the white-robed youth.
The white-robed youth sneered, "Kid, you want to save them? Forget it! You two, bring them over to me—now!"
"Go to hell!"
Ian Song didn’t waste words—he swung his sword again.
One sword—one life lost.
The next moment, the white-robed youth’s body split in two, just like the others.
"Heavens!"
Seeing this, the two holding the gaunt old man and Yuna Zhou were scared stiff—the sect master, a mid-stage Out-of-Body expert, had just been killed in a single strike.
Realizing this, they hurriedly released the gaunt old man and Yuna Zhou, dropped to their knees, and kowtowed to Ian Song. "Young Master, spare us—please!"
"Get lost!"
Ian Song said coldly.
"Thank you, Young Master! Thank you!"
Hearing Ian Song was sparing their lives, the two were overjoyed. In a flash, they vanished from the hall.