The sound of gongs and drums kept ringing. This was the alarm of the Tianhe Sect, which would only sound when a strong enemy broke in. Now, with this sound, the whole Tianhe Sect suddenly moved.
Zuo Zhicheng was seen quickly climbing up the stone steps like a wisp of smoke.
Behind him, Sun Feibai, Ji Nanxian, Xu Hongfei, and Zhu Bang were all following closely. Although Zuo Zhicheng had deliberately slowed down, they still had a hard time keeping up with him. Disciples of the Tianhe Sect kept coming out from all directions and blocked them completely. They could only watch as Zuo Zhicheng rushed into the crowd and disappeared from their sight.
"Stop!"
"Who dares to break into the Tianhe Sect's restricted area?"
Although the disciples with weapons could temporarily stop Sun Feibai and the other three, they were completely useless in front of Zuo Zhicheng. Zuo Zhicheng shook his black robes, and the strong gales from his palms completely expanded the black robes. It was as if the robes were filled with air, and Zuo Zhicheng flew toward the top of the mountain with his black robes around him like a ball of seething dark clouds.
All kinds of swords, spears, and sticks hit the black robe and were blown away by the airflow. It was as if they had hit a piece of rock.
Zuo Zhicheng's martial arts had turned martial arts into a magical phenomenon, which shocked the surrounding disciples of the Tianhe Sect.
After a few accelerations, the rolling dark cloud rose into the sky and flew more than ten meters in the air, then slowly descended like a bird. In front of Zuo Zhicheng was a huge training ground and a hall behind it.
At this time, hundreds of elders, masters, and disciples of the Tianhe Sect had gathered in the training ground. They all gathered after hearing the alarm.
"How dare you! Do you think there's no one in the Tianhe Sect?"
"Who are you? How dare you break into the Tianhe Sect? Don't you know the rules of Jianghu?"
"Why are you talking so much to him? Let's break his legs first."
Zuo Zhicheng walked up slowly. Behind him, countless disciples of the Tianhe Sect were still trying to catch up.
On the training field, the leading disciple was a female disciple with slender legs and a thin face. She was Jin Shuixian, whom Zuo Zhicheng had met once before.
Amidst the chaos, everyone was cursing and scolding Zuo Zhicheng. Jin Shuixian's pupils contracted slightly. She looked at Zuo Zhicheng with extreme vigilance. "Sky … Snake … King …"
On the other side, Zuo Zhicheng frowned when he saw Zuo Zhicheng cursing non-stop. He opened his mouth and exhaled violently.
"The Sky River Sect is really impressive and imposing." Zuo Zhicheng's words were like a bomb explosion, suppressing everyone's voices. After all, Zuo Zhicheng's current lung capacity and breathing ability were not comparable to that of ordinary people.
"I'm Zuo Zhicheng. Your Sect Leader Ye Junxi has agreed to fight with me. Where is he?"
Following Zuo Zhicheng's words, the disciples of the Tianhe Sect, who had been happily scolding Zuo Zhicheng, suddenly became like ducks whose necks were being pinched. Their faces turned red, but they could not say a word.
Especially the few elders who had scolded him the loudest. At this moment, their faces were pale and they tried to hide in the crowd, as if they were afraid that Zuo Zhicheng would discover them.
"He's the Sky Snake King …"
"Zuo Zhicheng …"
"Where's the Sect Leader? Why isn't he here yet? "
Zuo Zhicheng walked slowly in the direction of the main hall. Wherever he went, the crowd naturally separated. His name was like a tree's shadow. No one dared to go against him.
Even when Zuo Zhicheng walked to the center of the main hall, no one dared to talk to him.
Several elders stood beside Jin Shuixian and asked, "Shuixian, look carefully. Is this person really the Sky Snake King?"
"Shuixian, are you sure it's him?"
"Don't be mistaken."
Their voices were full of anxiety. Jin Shuixian nodded helplessly, "It's absolutely true."
At this moment, Zuo Zhicheng's voice sounded in their ears, "I'll wait here for an hour. If Ye Junxi doesn't appear in an hour, I'll leave."
The surrounding air suddenly became so heavy that it could drip water. The people of the Tianhe Sect stood quietly in place, and no one spoke.
Although Zuo Zhicheng's back was facing them, an invisible pressure was like water pressure, pressing down on them. Some of the younger disciples who were close to him could even feel cold sweat flowing down their backs.
Jin Shuixian opened her mouth to say something, but found that she couldn't speak. No, it wasn't that she couldn't, but that she didn't dare to. The other party's aura was so heavy, and his mind was so strong that she didn't even dare to breathe loudly just by standing there.
A trace of disbelief flashed across Jin Shuixian's eyes, but suddenly she heard heavy breathing. She turned her head and found that the elders were all staring at Zuo Zhicheng. They were sweating all over, and their eyes were full of tension. The heavy breathing sounded like they were about to lose all their strength.
Zuo Zhicheng's physical strength was far superior to everyone else's, and his mental strength had been tempered by the Celestial River Pearl and the Yama Holy Son through battle after battle. His mental strength had been refined to the extreme.
Although these disciples of the Tianhe Sect couldn't feel Zuo Zhicheng's true strength, they were like chickens standing in front of a dinosaur. Their instincts were telling them to leave, leave, leave quickly.
Even when Sun Feibai and the others finally arrived at the main hall after a hard battle, Ye Junxi still hadn't appeared.
For those present and those who joined the Tianhe Sect later, the whole hour felt like a lifetime. When Zuo Zhicheng disappeared from the main hall, they didn't even see how he left.
Clanging sounds rang out, and weapons were thrown to the ground one after another. That day, a quarter of the disciples of the Tianhe Sect chose to leave. The news that Ye Junxi, the head of the Tianhe Sect, avoided the battle quickly spread, causing an uproar in Jianghu.
…
Late that night, in a secret room of the Tianhe Sect, Ye Junxi sat on a chair. His originally handsome face was now haggard, and his hair was white. It was as if he had aged ten years overnight.
After Jin Shuixian entered, she was shocked to see Ye Junxi like this. "Uncle! What's wrong with you? "
Ye Junxi waved his hand. "It's nothing. It's just that my mind was shocked, my blood essence was depleted, and my body was damaged. It's just a pity that the foundation of the Tianhe Sect has been humiliated like this in my hands.
It's a great humiliation … a great humiliation. " Ye Junxi gritted his teeth so hard that they almost broke. When he said this, the hatred in his eyes was almost tangible.
He glanced at Jin Shuixian and asked, "Shuixian, do you think that I'm cowardly and useless because I avoided the battle? Many students must have left today, right? "
Jin Shuixian said cautiously, "Martial Uncle must have his own plans. Those disloyal disciples, if they leave, then so be it."
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