"Dong, dong, dong …"
Nine consecutive earth-shaking cannon salutes rang out, and the opening ceremony officially began.
The opening ceremony was held in a valley on Tianze Island. A stage had already been built in the middle of the valley.
The audience sat on the two sides of the valley, while the newly recruited disciples of the Tianze Sect lined up neatly in a square formation, facing the stage.
The three thousand Wolf Riders wore the same uniform armor and stood proudly around the valley. The atmosphere was dignified and solemn.
On the stage, an altar had already been built. On the altar was a statue of a young man, but it did not look like Ding Ning. People were curious as to who the Tianze Sect was worshiping.
Ding Ning had no intention of explaining to them. He did not respect the heavens, the earth, or the gods. He respected his ancestor, Su Zhe.
The master of ceremonies for the opening ceremony was He Ming. This was his old profession, so he was very familiar with the process.
"Survival of the fittest, the common people. The Tianze Sect is established according to the will of the heavens. The opening ceremony officially begins. The first step is to worship the ancestors."
Although Ding Ning was very impatient with these cumbersome procedures, since he had established a sect, these formalities were indispensable. He led a group of senior members of the Tianze Sect and solemnly burned incense and prayed to the altar to offer sacrifices.
After He Ming rambled on for half an hour, the first segment of the sacrificial ritual ended and the second segment was announced.
The second part was the announcement of the positions of the Tianze Sect. It was also a process of recognizing people. After all, humans were a social society. The Sect Leader, Deputy Sect Leader, Elders, Protectors, Masters, and Hall Leaders of the Tianze Sect had to come out and show their faces.
As the sect master, Ding Ning naturally sat on the highest seat. Everyone present knew him, so there was nothing to say.
But as a necessary procedure, He Ming, as the host, gave a brief introduction of Ding Ning's situation, which caused an uproar among the audience.
Ding Ning was just too young. He was only 23 years old. Even though He Ming had tried his best to minimize his power and only vaguely said that he was in the Demigod Realm, it was still enough to shock everyone.
What a joke! Before him, Night Lone Ranger, the top genius of the ancient martial world, had only broken through to the Sky Martial Arts Realm at the age of 25. Ding Ning had already become a Demigod at the age of 23. This was simply shocking.
Not to mention the secular martial arts circle, even the spies in the hidden forces were shocked and even suspected that the Tianze Sect had deliberately reported Ding Ning's age to please the public by playing to the gallery.
It should be known that although there were some geniuses from hidden forces who broke through to demigod before the age of fifty, the most monstrous one only became a demigod when he was almost forty. It was unheard of for someone like Ding Ning to become a demigod in his early twenties.
But the truth was the truth. Ding Ning's age was not a secret, and it could be found out after a casual investigation. The spies of the major forces could only send this unbelievable news back in their own ways.
After Ding Ning took his seat, Zi Que 'er, He Ling' er, and Long Yi appeared on the stage. The three of them assumed the position of vice sect leader and were responsible for the daily management of the sect.
The introduction to the three of them was much simpler. Regardless of age or background, it was avoided. It was only introduced that they were all Demigods.
Everyone's faces were filled with disbelief. Even though they had tried their best to overestimate the Tianze Sect's level, they realized that it was at most the same level as a Sacred Sect. It was only because the sect leader, Ding Ning, was a demigod-level powerhouse that he could barely squeeze through the threshold of a Sacred Sect.
But now, no one could remain calm. How was this a Sacred Sect? Just the strength of the four sect masters was enough for the Tianze Sect to suppress a Sacred Sect!
One end of the door.
Although the representatives of the Holy Sects looked calm, a great disturbance was set off in their hearts, especially the Holy Medical Family and the Holy-sword Villa, which had old conflicts with Ding Ning. Cold sweat appeared on their foreheads, and they secretly felt lucky that they came here as friends instead of enemies. Otherwise, if they really went against Ding Ning, they would not be able to gain any advantage at all.
Of course, some people didn't believe it. They sneered in a low voice and spread the rumor that the Tianze Sect deliberately exaggerated the sect's strength to avoid possible attacks and troubles.
But then, the grand appearance of the only Minister of Offerings, An Xi, and 36 demigod-level protectors completely overturned everyone's impression of the Tianze Sect. The previous doubts turned into awe.
"Is this still a secular sect?" "It can almost be compared with some weaker hidden forces."
Of course, there was still a gap. After all, no matter how weak the hidden forces were, they would at least have a pericelestial powerhouse.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard they thought, they would never know that the Tianze Sect not only had more than ten pericelestial powerhouses, but also had a Crane Ancestor in the Huashen Realm. After careful consideration, Ding Ning didn't want to attract too much attention, so he didn't let them show up. Even the demigod-level protectors only sent 36 demigod-level protectors.
Then, although the audience was still shocked, they finally felt a little better.
The rest of the Hall Masters showed up. Other than the Hall Master of the Strategy Hall, Kong Lei, who was also a demigod-level powerhouse, most of the others were in the Holy Martial Arts Realm, but no matter what, it was not as shocking as the demigod-level powerhouses.
Next, the Tianze Guardian Army, which was made up of 5,000 Wolf Cavalry, stood out the most. Even though their strength was not as terrifying as that of a Demigod, their strict military discipline, neat formation, and iron-blooded killing intent made it so that no one dared to underestimate them in the slightest.
The Tianze Sect had a strong army and was respected in the secular world.
This was the position that everyone had tacitly agreed on for the Tianze Sect. Other than those mysterious hidden forces, the Tianze Sect was definitely the world's strongest sect.
The middle and upper echelons of the Tianze Sect showed up one after another. After more than an hour, Crane Ming proudly announced that the second part of the ceremony had ended, and the third part had begun. The first batch of recruited disciples came up to compete.
During this time, although Ding Ning was so busy every day that he had no time to care about the recruitment of disciples, Kong Lei, who had a special interest in military affairs, did not relax at all. She had already gathered the disciples who had passed the screening and passed the test for secret training.
Because the qualifications of these disciples were not uniform and their strength was not high or low, Kong Lei taught them the first three moves of the Barbarian Physical Training Method as the main training content to improve their qualifications.
So far, a total of twelve hundred disciples had been recruited, and basically all of them had cultivated the first move to perfection. Their qualifications had been greatly improved, and even their temperament had changed greatly.
One thousand two hundred disciples of different heights, sizes, and sizes, all dressed in the same cyan uniform, the scene was extremely spectacular.
Especially these first-generation disciples, who deeply felt the strength of the sect, were very proud of it. They were all in high spirits and strode with their heads held high. They were like tigers that could conquer mountains and rivers. As soon as they showed up, they won the applause of the whole hall.
Especially Wang Laohu, who was standing at the head of the team. Everyone saw that he was seriously injured and dying, but at this moment, his face was ruddy, and he was jumping up and down as if nothing had happened. This made the crowd more and more amazed. How could Ding Ning's medical skills reach the point where he could heal people from death?
The martial arts competition between the first-generation disciples naturally did not attract the attention of the masters. But for the warriors with low cultivation, it was wonderful and eye-opening.
However, with so many people competing, Ding Ning, as the Sect Leader, naturally had to show his skills on such an occasion to deter those with bad intentions.
Therefore, he took the initiative to stand on the high platform, stretched out his hands and raised them slightly, secretly activating the power of the Thick Earth Totem. The ground slightly trembled and roared, and the mud platforms rose from the ground, turning into five hundred small arenas.
Facts spoke louder than words. As soon as Ding Ning showed his skills, everyone was in an uproar again. Those who had secretly questioned whether Ding Ning had the strength of a Demigod obediently shut their mouths and did not dare to talk nonsense anymore.
"It's now!"
On the top of the mountain in the west of the valley, a figure as flat as a flat fish almost merged with the mountain rocks. Kuck's ugly face, which was like a rat spirit, showed a hideous smile. The third eye on his forehead flashed, firmly locking on Ding Ning's figure in the high-powered scope, and gently pulling the trigger.
Bang!
With an inaudible sound, a sniper bullet dragged a fiery red tail flame and went straight to Ding Ning's heart like a meteor.
In fact, if he were to snipe an ordinary person, Kuck would hit between the eyebrows. But because Ding Ning was not an ordinary person, he aimed at the larger area of the heart.
Although he believed that Ding Ning could not avoid his God-Slaying bullet, he did not stop because of this in order to be absolutely safe. Instead, he pulled the trigger twice in succession without hesitation, and another two God-Slaying bullets shot out violently, blocking all possible escape routes for Ding Ning.
"Okay, done. Pack up."
The vision of Kuck's third eye was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even from 2,000 meters away, he could clearly see that the three God-Slaying bullets had accurately hit Ding Ning's heart and left and right shoulders. He could not help but whistle proudly, put away his sniper rifle, and turned to run without hesitation.
What a joke. There were many Demigod powerhouses in Tianze Sect. Even if he killed Ding Ning, it would not be easy for him to escape safely.
But since he dared to come, he was naturally fully prepared. Now that he had succeeded in killing Ding Ning, he only needed to escape according to the predetermined route.
"Someone tried to assassinate Sect Leader Ding?"
"Who the hell is so audacious?"
"The assassin is on the top of the mountain in the west. Someone, come and catch the assassin."
…
As Ding Ning fell to the ground, the scene immediately fell into chaos.
Some people were anxious and did not know what to do; some were shouting anxiously; some were fleeing in panic, fearing that they would be implicated; some had ulterior motives and took the opportunity to fan the flames; some were gloating and even planning to take advantage of the situation …
Kuck took a deep breath and performed the same trick. His flat body swelled up like an inflated balloon. When he sensed a figure running toward him at high speed like a ghost, he still had the time to show a mocking smile. He waved his short and thin arms and said proudly, "Bye bye!"
Poof!
As he let out a fart, he shot up into the sky like a jet and appeared 1,000 meters away in an instant. Then he inhaled … farted … inhaled … farted … In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the horizon.
The figure who rushed over did not chase after him. He looked in the direction where Kuck had disappeared with his hands behind his back, but an unfathomable smile appeared on his old face.
The person who came was none other than Ding Ning's grandfather, Ding Dian. With his Saber Intent, as long as he was willing, Kuck would not be able to escape from him even if he teleported, let alone escaping in such a manner.
However, Ding Ning, who everyone thought had been killed by the God-Slaying bullet, had sent a voice transmission to him, telling him to cast a long line to catch a big fish. That was why Ding Dian pretended that he could not catch up.
With a light step, he disappeared from where he was. When he reappeared, he was already 10,000 meters away. As if he had crossed the void, he disappeared after taking a few steps, following Kuck from afar.
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