Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The White Jade Powder lived up to its name. After consuming the White Jade Powder last night, Qin Feng had expelled the Blood Blade Sect's blood poison from his body. After a night of adjusting his inner Qi, other than losing too much blood and looking pale, the spiritual Qi in his body had recovered to its original state.
He and his two disciples had walked past a courtyard. Just one more corridor and they would reach the main hall of the Swords Sect.
Outside the main hall of the Swords Sect, the disciples of the Swords Sect were enraged when they saw the green-clothed swordsman beating and berating their fellow disciple. They clenched their fists so hard that cracking sounds could be heard.
Leng Tianmo and the other disciples of the Swords Sect who were standing in the main hall were the same. After hearing Qing Feng Zi's angry roar, his face was filled with rage, "Qing Feng Zi, release my Swords Sect's disciple immediately. Even if he's at fault, he's still a member of the Swords Sect. He's not someone your Breezy Swords Sect can beat up as you wish!"
Hearing Leng Tianmo's angry roar, a cold glint flashed across Qing Feng Zi's eyes. He snorted coldly, "Yo! You're protecting your own, are you? Leng Tianmo, listen to me, watch me. My Breezy Swords Sect is beating him. What can you do? You're not convinced? If you're not convinced, as long as you can defeat my sword, I, Qing Feng Zi, will let you do whatever you want to me! "
"Qing Feng Zi, you, you …"
Seeing Leng Tianmo's face filled with rage, his eyes turning white from anger, Qing Feng Zi stared at him with disdain. He sneered and shouted coldly, "Don't tell me! You're from the great Swords Sect, the world's number one Kenzō, the Swords Sect. Do you think you're afraid of my puny Breezy Swords Sect?! "
After shouting coldly, Qing Feng Zi turned around and glanced at the disciples of the Swords Sect outside the main hall. He laughed arrogantly and shouted with a face full of disdain, "Leng Tianmo, I didn't expect your Swords Sect's number one Kenzō to not have a single person who dares to stand up for you. Hmph! Trash! It turns out that the Swords Sect is not the world's number one Kenzō, but the world's number one trashy sect! "
When the green-clothed swordsmen standing in the hall heard Sect Leader Qing Fengzi's incessant mocking of the Swords Sect, they burst into laughter. They glared coldly at the disciples of the Swords Sect standing at the entrance of the hall, insulting and scolding them.
"Humph! World Number One Kenzō? Bullshit! No one dares to compete with our Sect Leader! "
"Yes! Just a useless Kenzō. Big or small, old or young, everyone is useless! "
"That's right! From now on, Swords Sect is only worthy of being called the world's number one trashy sect! "
"Hahahaha!"
"Trash Sect, trash Sect!"
The crowd of Swords Sect disciples standing at the entrance of the hall saw the green-clothed swordsmen acting arrogantly, mocking their own Swords Sect with disdain. Their faces were filled with anger. They pulled out the long swords on their backs and shot out rays of cold light at the green-clothed swordsmen, berating them.
"How dare you! This is the Swords Sect, not a place for you to be presumptuous. Who says we don't dare to compete with swords? Come on!"
"Come on! Didn't you want to compete with us, the Swords Sect? We'll keep you company! "
Just as the crowd of disciples could not swallow their disdain for the Swords Sect and pulled out their long swords, shouting angrily, Leng Tianmo who was standing in the hall ordered, "Disciples of the Swords Sect, listen up! Retreat from the hall immediately!"
Hearing Leng Tianmo's order, the crowd of disciples all looked aggrieved and said unwillingly, "Elder, Elder, they're going too far!"
Apart from shouting loudly with grievances, they did not understand why Leng Tianmo ordered them to retreat from the hall and forbade them from competing with the green-clothed swordsmen.
Only Elder Leng Tianmo knew. He knew that on the day of the Sect Grand Tournament, almost all the elite disciples of the Swords Sect had lost their lives to the black-clothed swordsmen of the Blood Blade Sect. The crowd of Swords Sect disciples who were shouting angrily at the green-clothed swordsmen were just some intermediate and beginner inner disciples who were saved by Qin Feng during the Sect Grand Tournament. At this moment, the cultivation of the ten green-clothed swordsmen who came with the Cool Breeze Sword Sect, Leng Tianmo knew that even the high-level inner disciples of the Swords Sect might not be their match.
The Swords Sect originally had more than a thousand disciples, but now there were only a hundred disciples left. Leng Tianmo did not want them to make unnecessary sacrifices, so he ordered them to retreat.
"Elder! Elder, let us compete with them, or else they'll really think that there's no one left in the Swords Sect! "
Hearing that the Swords Sect disciples were still demanding, Leng Tianmo's face was full of anger. He ordered again, "Retreat immediately! This is an order! "
"Hahahaha!"
Qing Fengzi, who was standing in front of Leng Tianmo, laughed wildly. He looked disdainfully at the Swords Sect disciples who were unwilling to retreat from the hall and shouted coldly, "Trash, why don't you thank your Elder? Thank him for not sending you to your deaths!"
After a series of humiliating shouts, Qing Fengzi sneered and snorted with a face full of disdain, "Hmph! I can't believe that the once world's number one Swords Sect doesn't have anyone who dares to compete with my Cool Breeze Sword Sect! What a joke, what a tragedy! "
Just as Qing Fengzi continued to humiliate the Swords Sect, Leng Tianmo's face was full of anger. A cold light flashed across his eyes and he shouted, "Qing Fengzi! Shut up, don't you want to compete with me? I, Leng Tianmo, will keep you company! "
When they heard that Leng Tianmo wanted to compete with Qing Fengzi, the Swords Sect disciples were anxious. They shook their heads at Leng Tianmo and shouted, "Elder, Elder, you can't compete with them. Let us compete with them!"
All the disciples of Swords Sect knew about Leng Tianmo's current physical condition and swordsmanship cultivation base. Due to Liu Buqun's plotting and oppression, Leng Tianmo's meridians were damaged and had yet to fully recover.
In other words, although Leng Tianmo's swordsmanship was still intact, his meridians were damaged and he could not unleash normal sword Qi.
Leng Tianmo shouted angrily at the Swords Sect disciples again. With a clang, he pulled out the long sword hanging on his waist. A cold light flashed across his eyes and he shouted angrily, "Qing Fengzi! Don't you want to compete with the Swords Sect? I'll keep you company! "
When Qing Fengzi saw Leng Tianmo pulling out his long sword to compete with him, a cold light flashed in his eyes and he sneered, "Leng Tianmo, you're just a wastrel with damaged meridians. Are you not afraid of being laughed at by others?"
After Qing Fengzi shouted coldly, he called out a green-clothed swordsman. He shouted at Leng Tianmo with disdain, "Leng Tianmo, you're just a loser. You're only fit to compete with the disciples of our sect! Listen up, you're only fit to compete with the disciples of our sect! "
When he heard Qing Fengzi say that his meridians were damaged, Leng Tianmo was puzzled. He cried out in surprise, "Qing Fengzi, how do you know that my meridians are damaged?"
"Hahahaha!"
Qing Fengzi laughed coldly and shouted, "Leng Tianmo, look at your memory. Don't you remember the battle at Half Moon Slope?"
"What! Half Moon Slope! "
Leng Tianmo cried out in surprise. The scene where he and his junior were ambushed by three masked men in black when they passed by Half Moon Slope replayed in his mind. He shouted angrily at Qing Fengzi, "So, so the person who ambushed me and my junior at Half Moon Slope was you, Qing Fengzi!"
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