Twenty evil sects, close to ten thousand disciples, and two Martial Kings leading them. With the sect protection array, Jun Changxiao could completely hide in the sect and not fight them head on.
But it was only temporary.
If the other party refused to leave and surrounded the mountain gate, the disciples would not be able to go out to train or cultivate.
Therefore, he had to think of a way to solve this big problem.
How to solve it?
Jun Changxiao thought of fighting in the arena.
Perhaps some people would think that they were here to destroy the sect. Would they fight one on one with you?
Yes.
Especially a third-rate sect like the God Slaughtering Palace.
Although it was an evil sect, it was still a member of the martial arts world.
Since the Sect Leader of Iron Bone wanted to die in the arena, he would definitely die with dignity and fulfill his wish.
Furthermore.
There were so many martial cultivators from the Azure Sun County.
It was a good opportunity for them to personally witness the cruel consequences of offending the evil sects of Huayang County.
"Elder Wan."
The Martial King surnamed Zhan said, "You must take good care of this Iron Bone Sect Leader."
"Understood!"
Wan Xiuxian walked out and jumped onto the life and death arena.
He first glanced at Jun Changxiao, then looked at the words on the wooden board. His eyes immediately filled with disdain.
It was just a seventh-rate sect.
He had made himself too unyielding and unyielding, wasn't he.
Jun Changxiao ignored him and looked at the two Martial Kings, saying: "This time, there will be ten matches in the life and death arena. If I, Iron Bone, lose one match, I will bring my disciples and commit suicide in front of the world."
"What?"
"Sect Leader Jun, you must not!"
Xie Guangkun and Ai Shangyao's expressions changed drastically.
They knew that the disciples of Iron Bone were very strong, because they had already proven it when challenging the Sacred Spring Sect. However, if they were to collectively commit suicide after losing a match, wouldn't that be too arrogant?
Furthermore, there were still two Martial Kings.
If they were to fight, they would be much stronger than Wuzong. How could they contend against them!
"Sect Leader Jun …"
Just as Xie Guangkun and Ai Shangyao opened their mouths, they heard Jun Changxiao interrupt with a serious expression: "I have already made up my mind."
His attitude was very unyielding!
"…"
Xie Guanghun and Ai Shang shook their heads.
Those City Lords, Clans, and Itinerant Cultivators who came to support Jun Changxiao also had ugly expressions on their faces.
If it was decided based on the number of wins and losses, it would still be understandable. However, this kind of condition where he had to commit suicide if he lost one out of ten matches was clearly forcing him into a desperate situation.
"Hmph."
Qin Haoran thought to himself, "He's really courting death!"
Although Shen Tong and Situ Wang looked expressionless, they were very happy in their hearts.
They did not believe that the Evil Faction, with two Martial Kings in charge, would not be able to win at least one out of ten matches!
"Kekeke."
Elder Zhan laughed strangely. "Sect Master Jun knows that the sect must be annihilated today. Is that why you decided to play such an exciting battle on the arena?"
Jun Changxiao said, "Life should be exciting!"
"Alright!"
Elder Zhan smiled and said, "Since Sect Leader Jun likes to play exciting games, we won't bully the weak. We will fight ten rounds on the stage. If Iron Bone loses a round, he will lead his disciples to commit suicide."
"Of course."
Jun Chang said with a smile, "If my Iron Bone Sect is lucky enough to win all ten rounds, then I ask the two of you to leave with these evil sects and mind your own business."
"Lucky enough to win all ten rounds?"
Elder Zhan smiled sinisterly. "Do you think that's possible?"
Impossible!
This was the unanimous thought of all the martial artists present.
If two Martial Kings were to fight, Iron Bone would lose two rounds directly. The result would be all of them committing suicide!
Jun Changxiao said, "Do you dare to play?"
Elder Zhan smiled faintly and said, "If Iron Bone is lucky enough to win all ten rounds, then we will leave and mind our own business."
"Alright."
Jun Changxiao cupped his fists and said, "There are so many Martial Cultivators here. We will be the witnesses!"
"…"
Xie Guangkun, Ai Shang, and the others' mouths twitched.
Sect Leader Jun played an exciting battle on the arena with Iron Bone's entire group committing suicide!
"Xiao Ziji!"
Jun Changxiao shouted, "You go first in the first round!"
"Yes!"
Xiao Ziji went up to the Life and Death Arena.
"That's a third stage Wuzong. If they don't send an elder and send a disciple instead, they will lose the first round!"
"As far as I know, Iron Bone doesn't have an elder. Since there are ten rounds, then they must send a disciple."
"This Xiao Ziji may have performed well in the Sacred Spring Sect, but he is only a Martial Master. How can he defeat a third stage Wuzong!"
The martial artists of Qingyang County shook their heads.
If they don't have an elder, then they can fight themselves.
Sending a disciple to the arena was to lose on purpose.
The Martial Cultivators of Huayang County sneered.
They thought it would take a lot of time and effort to destroy Iron Bone. Now, as long as Star Point Valley's elder won the first round, they would all commit suicide. That would save them a lot of trouble.
"Sect Leader Jun."
Wan Xiuxian said disdainfully, "Sending a disciple to fight me, you are treating the lives of your entire sect as a joke."
"Cut the crap."
Xiao Ziji said, "Let's start quickly."
Although he said so, he was actually quite nervous. After all, this was his first time fighting with a third stage Wuzong.
Wan Xiuxian sneered, "Since you are so eager to die, then I will send you to hell!"
"Huff!"
The evil Yin attribute immediately spread out.
The system said, "This person is a third stage middle stage Wuzong. His strength is about one hundred and eighty thousand pounds."
"One hundred and eighty thousand, huh?"
Jun Changxiao said to himself, "Sinful Self should be able to win."
If the martial artists present heard this, they would definitely break down.
Big brother, your disciple is only a sixth or seventh stage Martial Master. Even if he is an extreme stage Martial Master, his strength is at most one hundred and eighty thousand pounds. How can he fight against a one hundred and eighty thousand pounds Wuzong?
"Huff!"
At this moment, Wan Xiuxian's right hand formed a fist. The evil Yin attribute instantly spread out and punched towards Xiao Ziji.
With the support of his martial technique, the strength of his punch instantly soared to two hundred thousand pounds!
"Swoosh!"
Xiao Ziji used the Cloud Treading Steps to dodge.
However, just as he dodged, Wan Xiuxian's left fist came from a tricky angle!
"Bang — — —"
The fist that also carried two hundred thousand pounds of strength directly smashed onto Xiao Ziji's right shoulder. A ripple visible to the naked eye spread out on the stage.
"It's over!"
Many martial artists had this thought in their mind when they saw it.
However.
Unbelievably.
Xiao Ziji, who used his body to resist two hundred thousand pounds, only took two small steps back. There was no sign of pain on his face.
"Huh?"
Wan Xiuxian said in surprise, "You can still stand after taking this elder's Evil Shadow Fist. Your body is quite strong."
"Huff!"
As he spoke, he rushed over.
"Huff!"
His left and right fists attacked at the same time, instantly forming a dense evil shadow fist, accompanied by gusts of cold wind.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
It was difficult for Sinful Self to dodge, so he could only rely on his body to resist.
When Wan Xiuxian stopped, when the dark energy dissipated, everyone's mouths suddenly opened.
Because that Iron Bone disciple was still standing on the stage without a change in expression, giving people the feeling that it was not painful at all!
"Elder Wan."
Elder Zhan frowned and said, "You are now representing the evil forces of Huayang County. Please take it seriously."
"…"
The corner of Wan Xiuxian's mouth twitched.
In order to show off in front of the two Martial Kings of the God Slaying Palace, he had already used all his strength from the beginning. However, this Iron Bone disciple in front of him was simply a lump of iron that was difficult to deal with!
"Shua!"
At this moment, Xiao Ziji used the Cloud Treading Steps and rushed over. His left hand was filled with Exploding Fist and his right hand was filled with Mountain Splitting Palm!
"Huff!"
The speed of his fist was very fast and his strength was very strong!
The faces of all the experts present changed greatly.
That Iron Bone disciple called Xiao Ziji was clearly only a sixth grade Martial Master, but the power he unleashed was at least two hundred thousand pounds!
"Not good!"
Wan Xiuxian was shocked!
Boom — —
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PS, the second update.
Tomorrow, I will resume my normal update and make up for it.
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