"Your disciple?"
Even Heavenly King Luo was stunned.
He had always thought that Shen Zhenyi was going to make a move himself, relying on his swordsmanship to take advantage of the loopholes.
He didn't expect him to ask his disciples to make a move.
How was that possible?
He looked at Cynanchum Chinense and the rest. The three girls had their own merits. They were very beautiful, but as for martial arts …
He had tested them before. Although they had decent cultivation, they leveled up too quickly and their foundations were not stable. They were still far from the Twelve Clowns under him.
No matter how amazing the Third Young Master Shen was, it was impossible for them to improve in such a short time, right?
Heavenly King Luo was certain. He laughed loudly and said, "Third Young Master Shen, which of the three female disciples will you send?"
No matter who it was, he would send the strongest of the Twelve Clowns, Jing Mochou, to make a clean sweep.
Wang Pixian's mouth was dry. He wanted to stop Shen Zhenyi, but he didn't know what excuse to use.
After all, Heavenly King Luo had already said that he would make a move. Sending Shen Zhenyi would be sending him to his death — if he died, Guang Shengjun would make a move and Military Advisor Hei Ze would reap the benefits. They, who were just bystanders, might also reap the benefits.
Shen Zhenyi didn't care about their inner conflict. He frowned slightly and said, "My three disciples are eager to try. Why don't we send all three of them together? The Twelve Heavenly Kings Association have been infamous for a long time. Why don't they all make a move at the same time? "
Cynanchum Chinense, Zi Ningjun, and Princess Long stood calmly with their swords in hand.
— No matter what kind of opponent they were facing, as long as it was Shen Zhenyi's choice, they would not be afraid.
But to the others, Shen Zhenyi's words were no less than a clap of thunder.
Wang Pixian slapped his thigh and cried out in pain in his heart.
He had fallen for this brat's trick!
I was wondering why a mere fourth-class sect that had just been promoted from the outer city dared to be so rude to Heavenly King Luo. Now it seemed like he was just a scapegoat!
Three female disciples against the Twelve Clowns, only he could think of that! No matter what, they would lose. The remaining nine families and eleven sects would be sold off completely!
— — Why didn't I think things through just now? Why did I speak so confidently?
The other sect leaders also smiled bitterly. They didn't dare to go against Great Heavenly King Luo, and they didn't have much hope in the first place. They just wanted to fight for some benefits, but they didn't expect that there would be such a drastic move.
Unfortunately, Great Heavenly King Luo really didn't know.
He had nothing to do with Shen Zhenyi. To him, this was not a deliberate admission of defeat, but an insult.
Great Heavenly King Luo sneered, "If that's the case, there's no need to complicate matters. We'll do as you say. The third disciple of the Abandoned Sword Villa versus the Twelve Clowns of the Heavenly King Society!"
There had been too many unforeseen events today, and he didn't want to complicate matters any further. Since Shen Zhenyi dared to make such a statement, then he would let the twelve clowns attack together and kill off the three female disciples. He would then swiftly and decisively resolve the matter of today's alliance. After that, he would slowly fill in the gaps.
Military Advisor Hei Ze had made all sorts of plans, but he hadn't expected things to develop to this point. He glanced at the unperturbed Guang Shengjun, and his heart was filled with doubts.
Could this be Guang Shengjun's arrangement?
But no matter what, the three weak women were definitely not a match for the Twelve Clowns of the Heavenly King Society. Were they secretly supporting Great Heavenly King Luo?
It didn't seem like it …
Guang Shengjun was also confused, but to him, the most important thing was to protect Shen Zhenyi. Nothing else mattered. Since Shen Zhenyi had the ability to step down on his own, he would turn a blind eye.
Seeing Cynanchum Chinense and the other three walking towards the mountaintop arena, Wang Pixian wanted to make a final struggle. He went up to Shen Zhenyi and smiled bitterly, "Greetings, Third Young Master Shen. I am the head of the Wang Family in the inner city."
"Oh."
Shen Zhenyi nodded casually.
He had some friendship with the Wang Family, and had even sent Wang Qizhi, a direct descendant, to his ancestor. Speaking of which, he was also Wang Pixian's ancestor.
You just said 'oh'?
The muscles on Wang Pixian's face twitched. He forced a smile and said, "Third Young Master Shen, although you are strong, you are still not strong enough to face the Twelve Clowns. After all, the Twelve Clowns have been vicious for many years, and were only recently taken in by Great Heavenly King Luo. They are definitely not to be trifled with … "
The Twelve Clowns had extraordinary backgrounds. Most of them were famous solo experts in King City. Even the Nine Families and Twelve Sects wouldn't easily provoke them. After Great Heavenly King Luo rose to power, he schemed for many years before he managed to recruit them.
"Oh."
Shen Zhenyi lightly replied. He glanced at the mountaintop in the distance. Cynanchum Chinense and the other two were already waiting by the side of the arena. The Twelve Clowns had not appeared yet.
— — And it was just an 'oh'!
Veins popped out on Wang Pixian's forehead.
He felt that Shen Zhenyi did not know how strong the Twelve Clowns were. He advised earnestly, "Among the Twelve Clowns, Jing Mochou is the leader. This person was originally a great bandit in King City. He once attacked several large sects at night and killed five sect leaders. He was a formidable character for a time. After that, he was listed as a wanted man. His whereabouts were unknown for many years. He only appeared in King City ten years ago. His martial arts were extremely tyrannical, and he had a ghostly speed. In any case, I am not his match … "
When he finished speaking, a rough and burly man landed in the arena. His upper body was naked, and his skin was densely engraved with runes. Even his cheeks were not spared. He looked extremely strange.
— — It was the leader of the Twelve Clowns, Jing Mochou.
He had extraordinary strength, and his speed was extremely fast. His movement technique was extremely strange. Back then, countless experts tried to kill him, but he still managed to escape. This showed his ability.
"It's this person."
Wang Pixian subconsciously lowered his voice.
The pressure that Jing Mochou gave off, even if he saw it from afar, made him feel fearful.
Shen Zhenyi sighed softly.
This Wang family's Patriarch had probably lived like a prince for too long. He was not even as strong as his grandson, Wang Qizhi. Even if he had martial arts, he lacked courage. If he was afraid before the battle, he would be far inferior in actual combat.
"Other than Jing Mochou …"
Wang Pixian continued to introduce: "You have seen the Song Huai Elders before. When the two of them work together, they are not inferior to Daoist Gui Haired. They are already very powerful. However, even these two elders are not as strong as that young man. "
He pointed at the stage and saw a young man holding a folding fan, standing there confidently. He originally had a handsome figure, but there was a huge red scar on his face, as if he had been licked by a flame, causing people to feel intimidated just by looking at him.
"This is the Ugly Young Master, Hu Buyi."
If it was 60 years ago, this name would be enough to stop children from crying at night.
This person killed people like flies, and was vicious and merciless. Because of his appearance, he was especially sensitive. If someone looked at him too much, he would cut off their head.
— — and it just so happened that most of the people he killed were very famous, which contributed to his illustrious reputation.
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