Just because of one word from the new disciple who had entered the Autumn Valley just half a year ago, Zhou Donghuang, and the cold response of Wang Cheng made their Valley Head execute him on the spot?
In fact, he had even declared that he was acting on behalf of the court!
As the Autumn Valley Head, He Jin had the power and authority to do so, but he had never made use of this authority and had always presented himself as a kind and approachable Valley Head.
Even when Wang Cheng implied something about his daughter, He Mengxi, He Jin had not reacted at all.
But now, he had killed Wang Cheng without a second thought because of Zhou Donghuang!
Be it Liuji or Hebin, all looked at Zhou Donghuang with a fearful gaze.
Although they did not know why their Valley Head had acted in this manner because of Zhou Donghuang, it was clear that Zhou Donghuang was not someone they could offend.
“Donghuang, are you pleased with how I handled it?” He Jin asked Zhou Donghuang with a smile, his expression kind and affable. If they had not witnessed the man kill Wang Cheng with their own eyes, Liuji and Hebin would have thought that this was a totally different person.
“Thank you, Valley Head.” Zhou Donghuang nodded with a smile.
“Let’s go to the outer sect arena,” He Jin called as he led Zhou Donghuang, He Mengxi and the other two disciples towards the outer sect area. Throughout the journey, the party was silent as Liuji and Hebin were even afraid to breathe too loudly.
He Jin’s courtesy towards Zhou Donghuang had far exceeded their expectations.
They could hardly imagine why their Valley Head had treated Zhou Donghuang in such a manner.
Even if he were the illegitimate son of the Valley Head, there was no need for the Valley Head to treat him like that.
“The Autumn Valley Head is here!”
Once Zhou Donghuang and the party arrived outside the outer sect area, many outer sect disciples had already recognized He Jin at the head of the party and called out excitedly.
“Now, all four Valley Heads have brought their disciples here… looks like the battle between the mid Dharma adepts of our Lightning Sword Sect and the Thunder Knife Sect is about to begin.”
“Hmph! Those people from the Thunder Knife Sect are too arrogant, how dare they challenge our Lightning Sword Sect! We have many talents of our own!”
“The Thunder Knife Sect have unfriendly intentions; we should not underestimate them.”
…
Now, among the group of Lightning Sword Sect elders and disciples who had gathered in the outer sect arena, some were filled with confidence while others were somewhat fearful of the challengers from the Thunder Knife Sect.
“Zhou Donghuang, what a rare sight, I did not expect to see you here… I looked for you many times, but you were always training behind closed doors.”
When He Jin brought Zhou Donghuang and the rest to meet with the group led by the leader of the Lightning Sword Sect, Yu Yucheng, a young man who looked young and brash came to Zhou Donghuang’s side, a smile plastered on his face.
This young man was none other than the only son of the Spring Valley Head, Liu Lang, and a renowned rich playboy in the Lightning Sword Sect.
Liu Lang floated in mid-air, a faint golden glow enveloping his body. Clearly, he was still in the ultimate Primal Core stage and had yet to reach the Dharma stage.
“You were looking for me? What’s the matter?” Zhou Donghuang glanced at Liu Lang. He was not familiar with Liu Lang. Previously, Liu Lang had bugged him to produce some fake goods for him to sell, and because he happened to be free, he had passed the fake goods to Liu Lang for him to sell.
Then, Liu Lang had successfully sold all the fake goods to elders of the Summer Valley with surprising efficiency.
Of course, Zhou Donghuang did not think that he owed Liu Lang a favor because of that because Liu Lang had done that for his own pleasure.
They were simply making use of each other.
“Do I need a reason to look for you?” Liu Lang looked at Zhou Donghuang as he bemoaned. He smiled and said, “Wouldn’t you consider me a friend, at least?”
Liu Lang himself did not know why he had such a fondness towards Zhou Donghuang, who treated him so coldly, when he did not even pay any attention to others who crowded around him and tried to get into his good books.
He not only thought that it was interesting that Zhou Donghuang knew how to forge fake goods, but also respected Zhou Donghuang deeply for defeating the Summer Valley disciple Lian Can just after reaching the Dharma stage.
“Friend?” Zhou Donghuang shook his head and said, “Master Liu, a friend like you, I am not worthy of calling you a friend. If there is nothing else between us, let us part ways.”
Zhou Donghuang had heard all about the playboy stories of Liu Lang. He did not think highly of him at all and did not wish to associate himself with such a person.
“Zhou Donghuang, you are really even crazier than me, even more arrogant…” Liu Lang’s eyes flashed as he declared seriously. “But, I believe, sooner or later, you will take me as your friend!”
Liu Lang stared at Zhou Donghuang for a moment, then turned and left.
However, Zhou Donghuang pretended not to have heard Liu Lang’s words.
“Little Brother, that Liu Lang is always very proud and looks down on everyone… who would’ve thought that he would come up and try to befriend you, only to be rejected.” He Mengxi laughed.
“Without his father, he is nothing,” Zhou Donghuang replied flatly.
“Actually, you can’t say that… if not for you, he would be the youngest to reach the ultimate Primal Core stage in the Lightning Sword Sect in the last hundred years,” He Mengxi shook her head and said. “He is a year younger than you, but has already reached the ultimate Primal Core stage and has been a Golden Essence adept for two years. Although he is a playboy, he still has remarkable martial art talent.”
Seeing Zhou Donghuang’s eyes flash, but not respond, He Mengxi did not continue talking about Liu Lang and changed the topic.
“That man there is the Valley Head of our Lightning Sword Sect, Yu Yucheng.” He Mengxi looked at the Valley Head of the Lightning Sword Sect and introduced Yu Yucheng to Zhou Donghuang.
“The man in front of Liu Lang is his father, the Spring Valley Head, Liu Fengao.” After introducing Yu Yucheng, He Mengxi introduced the other three Valley Heads of the inner sect valleys to Zhou Donghuang. The other three Valley Heads had already arrived at the outer sect arena before them.
“That is the Summer Valley Head, Lian Kun. That day, when you went to the Summer Valley, although you had heard his voice, you didn’t see him… eh? I can’t believe Lian Can is here.”
“That is the Winter Valley Head, Leng Qianqiu.”
Liu Fengao, the Spring Valley Head, stood in front of Liu Lang, his body of a moderate build and his features gentle. He was in a grey robe, dressed just like a middle-aged scholar.
Lian Kun, the Summer Valley Head, had a short stature, but his eyes were bright and shining, and it was easy to tell with a glance that he was not one to offend.
Leng Qianqiu, the Winter Valley Head, had a large build, his face straight and serious. He was dressed in a pure-white robe like Zhou Donghuang, exuding an air of coldness as he stood there.
The men all looked middle-aged.
“That is the Head of the Thunder Knife Sect, Luo Yuanqiu.” After introducing all the other four Valley Heads of the inner sect, He Mengxi continued to introduce the man who was in mid-air, right in the center of the group of people.
Luo Yuanqiu, Head of the Thunder Knife Sect, was floating in mid-air with a few other elders of the Thunder Knife Sect, as well as some young men and women.
“Valley Head Yu, that should be all?”
Luo Yuanqiu smiled brightly as he looked towards Yu Yucheng, the Head of the Lightning Sword Sect, as he asked, “Now, can we begin?”
“Of course.” Yu Yucheng nodded. “You are the guest, so please allow your disciples of the Thunder Knife Sect to take the stage first.”
“Haha… great! Valley Head Yu is indeed decisive!”
Luo Yuanqiu laughed, then turned his head slightly and called, “Xie Yun.”
With that, a tall young man dressed in a grey robe stepped forward out of the group of young men and women.
Instantly, he glided to the center of the huge arena.
“Xie Yun, inner sect disciple of the Thunder Knife Sect, mid Dharma adept, challenges any disciple of the Lightning Sword Sect of the same skill level.”
Xie Yun stood on the stage, his voice filled with inner Yuan as it was broadcast around the vast arena.
Almost immediately, a huge bloke with a mustache flew into the arena and stood opposite him.
“I am Zhang Kun, outer sect disciple of the Lightning Sword Sect, mid Dharma adept, here to learn from the talented disciple of the Thunder Knife Sect.”
“Zhang Kun, destroy him!”
“Come on, Zhang Kun!”
…
A group of outer sect disciples excitedly called out to Zhang Kun. Each of them looked crazed, as if the one who had just entered the arena was themselves, and not Zhang Kun.
“That Zhang Kun is unrivaled among mid Dharma adepts in the outer sect… but within the inner sect, there are many who are much stronger than him.” He Mengxi’s voice rang beside Zhou Donghuang’s ear.
“Even that Wang Cheng, who my father just executed, is equally powerful as Zhang Kun.”
“Liuji and Hebin are slightly stronger than both of them.”
Just as she spoke, Zhang Kun of the outer sect had already made the first move. A thirty-meter-tall massive palm of Dharma power appeared, rushing downwards towards Xie Yun, the inner sect disciple of the Thunder Knife Sect, like a huge mountain falling on him.
Faced with the huge palm of Dharma power rushing down towards him, Xie Yun’s eyes turned serious, but he did not hide just as many of the onlookers had guessed.
Whoosh!!
A thirty-meter tall knife of Dharma power appeared and rushed towards the massive palm in the skies above Xie Yun.
After a long struggle, the palm was sliced in half by the huge knife, and the thick inner Yuan that had formed the massive palm dissipated with the wind.
“Oh…” After his Dharma power had been destroyed, faced with the rebound of his inner Yuan, Zhang Kun spit out a mouthful of blood as his body crumbled.
Although he could still produce another attack, the chances of victory were slim with his current state.
“The talented disciples of the Lightning Sword Sect are only this powerful?” Xie Yun laughed sarcastically.
“You…” Zhang Kun was enraged, his face turning red. The massive palm of Dharma power appeared once again above him, but it was much fainter than before.
“You are not his match, back down.”
Just then, a loud voice rang out, as a figure descended from mid-air to stand in front of Zhang Kun.
Shockingly, it was a young man.
“Lian Can?”
He Mengxi looked in shock at the young man who had just entered the arena. “He has already reached the mid Dharma stage? However, although his Dharma power was polished well, he only just reached the mid Dharma stage, so he should only be as powerful as Zhang Kun… if he has the guts to enter the stage, his Dharma power must be more powerful than it used to be.”
