Shen Yizhou felt that he must have forgotten to check the almanac when he went out.
He was completely dumbfounded and couldn't even say a word.
"Now you're convinced?"
Cynanchum Chinense was proud of herself. She shook the Cold Cloth Sword and pointed it at the "masters" who had just gotten up from the ground. Whoever the sword was pointed at trembled.
This little girl's swordsmanship was too terrifying!
By now, all of these sect leaders had realized that Chu Huoluo's sword wasn't aimed at just one of them. Instead, it was aimed at seven of them at almost the same time. Each of them was only able to withstand one-seventh of the attack, yet none of them were able to withstand it.
If Cynanchum Chinense really attacked one of them with all her strength, would he be able to survive?
No one was sure.
The older one was, the more cowardly they were. These people were already easily swayed. After seeing Cynanchum Chinense's powerful swordsmanship, how could they dare to fart?
"If you're convinced, then please keep your promise and crawl out of the Abandoned Sword Villa."
Shen Zhenyi calmly added.
Although his disciple took some risks, as a master, he still had to hold on.
Since he said that he wanted them to crawl out of the Abandoned Sword Villa, of course, he had to keep his promise.
"The Third Prince … We were confused for a moment and didn't recognize you. Please forgive us. As the saying goes, one can't go too far. Please forgive us this time? "
Rusted Sword Sect Master was dumbfounded. If they really crawled out of the Abandoned Sword Villa and the news spread, they would lose their old face.
"If we lose, we have to accept defeat. If we lose, are you willing to let us go?"
Shen Zhenyi's tone was calm. He had never been a tolerant person.
If they had the guts to cause trouble in the Abandoned Sword Villa, then they had to bear the corresponding consequences.
"This …"
No one dared to disobey, but they were not willing to crawl out. They all looked back at Shen Yizhou, waiting for him to make a decision.
However, at this time, Shen Yizhou was still in a daze and had no time to care about this group of scoundrels.
"If you don't crawl, don't blame my sword for being merciless."
Cynanchum Chinense didn't hold back at all. She hadn't even sheathed her Hanyi Sword yet. His eyes were vertical, and his killing intent was awe-inspiring.
This group of people usually put on an act, but in a life and death situation, they did not dare to be long-winded. They could only endure the humiliation, prostrate themselves on the ground, and shamefully crawl out of the mountain gate with their buttocks sticking out. It was quite a spectacle.
The group of disciples of the Abandoned Sword Villa discussed animatedly as the ancient bronze sword towered over them.
"They really crawled out!"
"Senior Sister Chu's swordsmanship is so high! As expected, being personally taught by The Third Prince is indeed different! "
"With The Third Prince around, why should we join the Twelve Sword Towers? The Third Prince is unparalleled in the world. It would be great if we could get a few pointers from him. Why would we need to find someone else to learn swordsmanship? "
Strength changed everything.
Previously, the disciples coveted the prestige of the Twelve Sword Towers. Even though they had feelings for the Abandoned Sword Villa, they still wanted to climb higher.
Now that they had seen the tyrannical swordsmanship of Cynanchum Chinense, how could they still be disloyal?
The disciples who had previously sought refuge with the Abandoned Sword Villa were full of regret. They knew that they would definitely be punished after the autumn, and they only hated themselves for not seeing the situation clearly.
Most of the other disciples also suddenly realized that there was no need to seek outside help.
This farce of annexing the Abandoned Sword Villa actually ended in such a funny way.
Shen Yizhou recovered after a long time. He looked at Shen Baihe lying on the ground, and then looked at the group of dog-like sect leaders. He only felt a chill in his heart.
"The Third Prince's swordsmanship is exquisite. Since he is so stubborn, today's matter will end here."
What else could he do? Shen Yizhou thought that even if he fought bare-chested, he would not be able to beat Cynanchum Chinense, let alone Shen Zhenyi.
"With such an unforeseen event, this humble one has no face to stay any longer. I will take my leave now. See you again!"
Shen Yizhou cupped his hands and turned to leave.
"Wait."
Shen Zhenyi leisurely opened his mouth.
Shen Yizhou was stunned. Did Shen Zhenyi have something to say to him? Princess Long and Cynanchum Chinense also looked at Shen Zhenyi in confusion.
Shen Zhenyi said slowly, "Didn't I say? Crawl out."
Domineering!
Cynanchum Chinense gave her master a thumbs up in her heart.
This was what it meant to be domineering!
What was the big deal about asking a few useless old trash to crawl out? Her master dared to ask the Young Tower Master of the Twelve Sword Towers to crawl. This was the pinnacle of domineering!
"What … did you say?"
Shen Yizhou's face turned as red as a pig's liver. Since he was young, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
"The Third Prince, don't be self-righteous. The Twelve Sword Towers are not people you can afford to offend! No matter how good your swordsmanship is, you can't withstand my father's thunderous anger. "
Shen Yizhou threatened, but he was afraid in his heart.
Shen Zhenyi shrugged. "Crawl."
The Third Young Master Shen didn't care about the prestige of the Twelve Sword Towers or Shen Zhongshan's anger.
He said he would crawl, so he had to crawl.
Shen Yizhou was really scared. He wanted to explain that the bet just now didn't include him, but his lips trembled and he couldn't say anything.
Cynanchum Chinense was impatient. She shouted, "Master told you to crawl out, but you still don't listen. Do you want me to break your legs?!"
She shook her Cold Clothes Sword and it turned into a white light. The cold air was biting cold, making people feel intimidated.
Shen Yizhou felt his knees go soft. He couldn't stand anymore and finally rolled to the ground. He turned around and crawled out of the door.
He covered his face with his sleeves and moved his knees quickly on the ground. He quickly crawled out of the Abandoned Sword Villa. As soon as he got out of the mountain gate, he jumped up and ran. His voice was full of anger and fear.
"He really crawled out?"
Princess Long stuck out her tongue. Ever since she knew that Shen Zhenyi was the benefactor of the Dragons five hundred years ago, her confidence in Shen Zhenyi increased a lot. She wasn't very afraid of offending the Twelve Sword Towers.
She just didn't expect Shen Zhenyi to be so decisive and not leave any face for others.
Shen Shou was a little scared, but he knew that he couldn't stop his son. He could only sigh and say, "Shen Baihe deserves it. I will send people to put him in the black prison in the back mountain. He can forget about coming out in this lifetime! As for the rest of the disciples who follow blindly, they will all be expelled. Let them find another master. "
Shen Yizhou came to make a farce. Shen Baihe's true colors were exposed, and he got the retribution he deserved. This time, Shen Shou wouldn't be soft-hearted.
"Father, you can do whatever you want."
Shen Zhenyi still didn't look at Shen Baihe who was unconscious on the ground. He didn't have any pity for the disciples who betrayed him. He took Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long and left.
Behind them, there were cries and pleas. Those were the wails of the disciples who stood on the wrong side. Unfortunately, it was too late.
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