Mister Flying Leaf reacted extremely quickly, but even if he threw away the sheepskin immediately.
His eyes.
He was not spared.
"Why?" Mister Flying Leaf did not understand. Why would an expert like Chang Zhi, the respected Old Immortal Doctor of the various sects, use such a despicable and shameless method to harm him?
"The reason is simple. I'm not that idiot Chang Zhi!" Chang Zhi's voice was completely different. This emotionless and cold-blooded voice rang in Mister Flying Leaf's ears like a knife. "I killed him half a year ago! In order to completely imitate this old man, I spent half a year's time. Do you know why the treasure hunt was delayed by half a year? It was to wait for me to completely imitate Chang Zhi! I stayed in the Hundred Grass Gate for three months until none of the disciples could see through my disguise. That's when I decided to start the treasure hunt in the underground palace! "
"You're from the Five Cauldrons Immortal Dragon Sect?" Mister Flying Leaf finally understood that there was a traitor in the treasure hunt team. This traitor was none other than the 'Chang Zhi Sacred Hand' that everyone was the least wary of.
"Haha, you guys are really naive. Do you think there's no one else in our sect other than the two Heavenly Venerable Patriarchs and that Duanmu? They're just a pawn. The ones who are truly useful are us! We have never thought of sharing the secret treasure with you. Inviting you is just to weaken the strength of the various sects in the name of treasure hunting! "The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hand's words indicated that he was not alone. He had companions in the treasure hunting team.
"I really hate you!" Mister Flying Leaf was filled with regret.
Long before they came to the treasure hunt.
The Eldest Senior Brother of the Clear Wind Gate had advised him to let go of his greed.
Although the secret treasure left behind by the predecessors was good, it was a matter of profit. It would definitely cause a conflict, and it would not be good for either side if they fought.
However, Mister Flying Leaf believed that as long as the treasure hunt team was large enough, and there were people from various sects, they would definitely respect each other. After all, they had known each other for many years, and each sect had some sort of relationship with each other. Therefore, there was no need to be too pessimistic about safety.
With the Five Cauldrons Immortal Dragon Sect taking the lead, it would not be a problem for them to take the majority of the profit.
After all, the strength of these two Empyrean ancestors was extraordinary.
However, the Five Cauldrons Divine Dragon Immortal Sect was just one sect. They had two elders from the Spirit Wizard Control Crane Sect to fight against them, and they also had the help of the Cool Breeze Sect, the Stone Drum Mountain Sect, the Hundred Immortals Sect, the Beast Driving Sect, the Copper Gu Sect, and the others. It was impossible for the Five Cauldrons Divine Dragon Immortal Sect to swallow all the treasures left by their ancestors. In particular, the treasure hunting team had recruited a few fellow Daoists from the Hundred Herbs Sect, the Origin Heart Sect, and the Little Dragon Cave. On the surface, their strength was not much weaker than the Five Cauldrons Divine Dragon Immortal Sect.
As such, Mister Flying Leaf believed that it was reasonable for the Cool Breeze Gate to join the ranks and put in some effort in exchange for some small benefits.
He brought along his most promising disciple.
He came in a good mood.
Who knew …
In the end, it turned into the situation today. Not only did his beloved disciple die tragically, he himself was also trapped in the underground palace.
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves for being too weak. In this world, the fate of the weak being prey to the strong has been predestined from the very beginning! Your Cool Breeze Gate has already declined, while my Five Cauldrons Divine Dragon Immortal Sect is like the sun in the sky. Instead of hiding like those obscure old fogeys, you still want to compete with us? Aren't you seeking your own death? " The Five Cauldrons Divine Dragon Immortal Sect was very ambitious. They seemed to have the intention of destroying the other sects and dominating the cultivation world.
"Hahaha, it is indeed my fault for failing to recognize a person. My eyes are not blind!" Mister Flying Leaf suddenly laughed loudly. "However, your arrogance and conceit will come to you sooner or later! The Heavenly Dao revolves around retribution. As long as my soul is not destroyed, I will wait for you in the future! "
"You talk too much nonsense!" The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands snorted. "How can there be retribution in this world? If there really is, how many people have I killed? How come I don't see retribution?"
To the fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands.
Cultivation only cared about strength.
The amount of strength determined a person's fate.
Heaven's justice and retribution were just the moans of the weak.
He still had the souls of countless weak people imprisoned in his hands. How come they didn't bite back at him? How come the Heavens didn't punish him?
In other words, as long as one had enough strength, even ghosts and gods would flee!
Mister Flying Leaf did not continue to argue with the fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands. He knew that people like him were completely addicted to strength. Before meeting a truly strong enemy, he would not repent. Mister Flying Leaf, who had lost his sight, slowly took out a pearl-like artifact and chanted, activating the power of the pearl.
"You still want to struggle?" The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands let out a mocking laugh.
"I know I can't beat you!" Mister Flying Leaf was very honest. Even if he was not blind, he did not think he could defeat his opponent. Furthermore, he had lost his eyes and was poisoned by some unknown poisonous smoke. "I can't beat you, but that doesn't mean I will surrender! There are no cowards in the Clear Breeze Sect! I, Flying Leaf, am not as skilled as you, but I am not a coward. Most importantly, I want to teach you a lesson! "
"Teach me a lesson?" The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands was shocked when he heard that. "Did I hear wrongly? You want to teach me a lesson? "
"Yes, you didn't hear wrongly!" Mister Flying Leaf had a determined look on his face.
"Ahahahaha!" The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands laughed maniacally.
He laughed so hard that tears were flowing out of his eyes.
In this lifetime.
He had never heard such a ridiculous joke.
A blind man, poisoned, far below him in both cultivation and realm, and his protective celestial device was just a seemingly low-grade bead. With such a combat capability, he dared to talk about teaching him a lesson? What was this other than a huge joke?
Mister Flying Leaf was not moved by his opponent's mockery.
His expression did not change.
The pearl in his hand gradually emitted a faint purple glow.
"How about this, I will stand here and not move. You can attack me as you please. If you can hurt even a hair on me, you win! Yes, if you can touch me even a little, I will let you go! " The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands placed his hands behind his back and stood calmly at his original position. He spoke not only to help Mister Flying Leaf locate him, but also to give Mister Flying Leaf a chance to live.
"Senior Brother, Flying Leaf bids you farewell here!" Mister Flying Leaf's expression was calm. He had already forgotten about his life and death. His only thought now was to severely injure his opponent and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
"Come, come quickly. I can't wait to see your performance. I really want to know how you're going to teach me a lesson." The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands laughed.
The purple glow of the pearl became brighter and brighter.
In the end, the entire tunnel was dyed a deep purple.
Mister Flying Leaf's aura was also raised to the highest realm.
He held the pearl in one hand and made a sword sign with the other. After drawing a special talisman on his forehead, Mister Flying Leaf bit his index and middle fingers.
Sword Qi.
It slowly extended between his index and middle fingers.
"So it's sword qi. That really scared me!" The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands was completely relieved when he saw it. It was just a mere sword qi. If it was a disciple of his sect, he might find it difficult to deal with it. However, this tiny bit of sword qi was a joke to him!
"Go!" Mister Flying Leaf pointed his finger at the fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands. The sword qi turned into a blood sword and pierced through the enemy's forehead.
"Child's play!" The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands did not take the attack head-on. He said that he would stand still, but when the time came, his movement technique was as fast as lightning. When Mister Flying Leaf pointed his finger and the blood sword appeared, he immediately dodged it. His right palm brought with it the sound of wind and thunder as it landed heavily on the top of Mister Flying Leaf's head. Mister Flying Leaf's head instantly exploded. Blood spurted out from his seven orifices.
Mister Flying Leaf fell to the ground.
The blood sword dissipated.
Even the Dharma Pearl that protected him was covered in cracks, and it was dim and lightless.
The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands stepped on Mister Flying Leaf's chest and looked down at the powerful cultivator from the Cool Breeze Sect. "Didn't you say that you're going to teach me a lesson? I was waiting with anticipation. I didn't expect it to be nothing! "
Mister Flying Leaf's head exploded. He was on the verge of death.
He had no strength to reply.
However.
The cracked pearl in his hand suddenly flashed with a dazzling purple glow.
It forcefully absorbed Mister Flying Leaf's soul with an irresistible force. After sacrificing it, it turned into a purple gold sword and shot out.
The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands hurriedly used his palm that was equipped with an artifact to block it. However, this purple gold sword that was formed from soul sacrifice was not ordinary. It directly broke through the fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands' protective artifact, pierced through his palm, and firmly nailed into the fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands' right eye.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Mister Flying Leaf was dead.
However, in order to teach the enemy a lesson, he sacrificed his soul and turned the power of the sacrifice into a sword. He forcefully blinded the fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands' eye. His previous actions, including forming sword techniques and biting his finger to create a blood sword, were all methods to confuse the enemy. He first pretended to be weak to the enemy, and when the enemy was at his most arrogant, he would counterattack and successfully succeed.
He could no longer see the final result.
However, he had already done it.
He did what he said.
"Boom!" The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands angrily blasted Mister Flying Leaf's head and the corpse into pieces. However, this could not hide the fact that he had been taught a lesson by Mister Flying Leaf!
Even the weak had their dignity!
A warrior could be killed, but not humiliated!
For someone like the fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands to be overly arrogant, to bully the weak, and to look down on others, the result was eternal humiliation!
"Damn it, all of you ants deserve to die! Do you think this is the end? No, absolutely not! I want the entire Clear Wind Sect to turn into ashes. I want the men of the Clear Wind Sect to be slaves for generations and the women to be prostitutes for generations to come! " The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands angrily roared. He madly smashed the entire tunnel with his palm until it was on the verge of collapsing. However, no matter how mad he was, his right eye was already a thing of the past.
Kill!
The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands originally wanted to use his fake identity to toy with his opponents one by one until they died.
He liked to use this method to double torment his opponents' bodies and minds.
However, this time, his opponent was Mister Flying Leaf.
He actually messed up.
He could only kill.
Only more deaths and fresh blood could calm his anger …
"All of you must die!" The fake Chang Zhi Sacred Hands only wanted to kill everyone now, and he wanted to torture every single one of them to death.
"This idiot doesn't want to kill us, right?" In the darkness, someone asked in a soft voice.
"Shh!" Following that, a few people hissed at the same time, signaling her to lower her voice.
"Yes, yes, shh!" The one who asked the question also hissed, looking extremely adorable.
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