Chapter 47: Night Battle |
The three of them all smiled lightly.
Iron Eagle continued:
“But our target this time isn’t to slaughter the Zhenwu Sect, we’re here for their inheritance.”
Iron Dragon nodded and said:
“That’s right. The primary target is the Scripture Pavilion. Second, you’re the fastest, so you’ll head there. I’ll create a disturbance up front to lure Jiang Baishan and those True Disciples away. If anyone tries to block you, take them out quickly and find the Zhenwu Sect’s inheritance techniques.”
“Third, you’ll cover from the rear. If anything happens, be ready to assist with the retreat. Also, keep watch at the base of the mountain. If others have their eyes on Zhenwu Sect too, it’d be bad if we bumped into them.”
Iron Tiger and Iron Eagle both nodded.
The three had earned their fearsome reputation through years of cooperation and mutual understanding.
Still, Iron Tiger said reluctantly:
Iron Dragon sighed:
“You blockhead, we’ll secretly make a copy for ourselves, give Wang his version, and if Daoist Longshan comes out alive and kicking, they can attract his attention for us.”
“There’s rumors in the martial world that Daoist Longshan’s quick advancement to the Core Formation Realm was tied to an inheritance he once obtained. This time we’ve got a shot at it—we have to see for ourselves.”
“If it’s truly a peerless inheritance, we’ll snatch it and flee to Cangzhou. What’s Wang or Daoist Longshan gonna do, cross mountains and rivers to chase us down?”
The three of them chuckled sinisterly.
The night grew deeper.
Iron Dragon checked the time and said coldly:
“Move!”
The three soared out like giant eagles.
Then they split up.
Iron Tiger took position near the sect gate to provide support. Iron Dragon headed straight for the Zhenwu Sect. As for Iron Eagle, he concealed himself and waited for the moment to strike.
Not long after.
A thunderous boom rang out, followed by angry shouts.
“How dare you act so brazenly at my Zhenwu Sect!”
“Who are you, thief? You have a death wish!”
“A dignified Qi Origin Realm expert, yet you hide your face? Let me, Jiang Baishan, deal with you!”
More and more Zhenwu Sect disciples gathered.
Iron Dragon’s raspy, low laugh echoed through the night sky:
“Heard that Daoist Longshan’s nearly dead—let’s see if that’s true. Tell him to come out. You little punks aren’t worthy.”
At the Martial Arena.
Torches from all directions converged.
Iron Dragon stood alone, hands behind his back, exuding the air of a one-man army. He casually flicked a streak of Qi from his fingers, launching it with terrifying power at an inner sect disciple.
That disciple went blank in the head, but luckily Jiang Baishan stepped in from afar. A wave of Sword Qi slashed through the air, severing the incoming strike.
Otherwise, the disciple would’ve been decapitated on the spot.
Even so, the Qi scraped him and left a deep, bone-reaching wound on his chest.
The gap between Inner Origin Realm and Qi Origin Realm was simply too large.
Jiang Baishan’s gaze turned cold as he shouted:
“Everyone back off—I’ll deal with him!”
His figure shot forward like lightning, charging at Iron Dragon.
As they exchanged words during the clash, he probed for Iron Dragon’s identity. Deep down, he was shaken—he could clearly sense the black-clad man was no ordinary fighter and still had strength in reserve.
“What’s your purpose, disturbing my Zhenwu Sect in the dead of night?”
Iron Dragon only sneered without answering.
Daoist Longshan still hadn’t shown up. It really looked like he was in closed seclusion and couldn’t come out. Iron Dragon felt relieved.
He even mocked:
“So this is all the strength Zhenwu Sect has? All reputation, no substance!”
Jiang Baishan’s face flushed red, but there was nothing he could do. Thankfully, Xiong Shi and Ye Qinghe, along with other True Disciples, arrived.
“Fifth Senior Brother, we’re here to help!”
These True Disciples were indeed formidable.
Once they joined the fight, they managed to tie up Iron Dragon and prevent him from injuring anyone.
The disturbance on that side...
Immediately set Iron Eagle into motion.
“No signal arrow. Looks like the boss is handling it just fine.”
Watching the firelight gather toward the Martial Arena, he grinned darkly and began stealthily approaching the Scripture Pavilion.
Iron Eagle’s footwork was excellent. Qi surged at his toes, letting him leap great distances and easily avoid the scattered disciples heading toward the commotion.
But for some reason...
The deeper he went, the more uneasy he felt.
Like something was watching him.
He silently heightened his guard.
“Who’s there? Show yourself!”
Finally, Iron Eagle couldn’t take the creepy sensation anymore. He swung his arm toward a nearby tower.
Qi exploded, snapping wooden beams as the building creaked and swayed.
Iron Eagle’s eyes narrowed.
A middle-aged Daoist stepped from the shadows, appearing before him. The man looked ordinary and carried a large sword on his back.
This Daoist was none other than Ning Qi in disguise.
He’d sensed the commotion at the Martial Arena and had been about to rush over when he realized the attacker was cunning—drawing attention one way to strike another. Their real target was the Scripture Pavilion.
After observing for a while, he confirmed this man was no slouch—definitely Qi Origin Realm.
“So the sneaky rat finally shows himself.”
Iron Eagle grinned viciously.
But deep down, his vigilance spiked. He couldn’t see through this Daoist at all.
Ning Qi said calmly:
“Looks like you’re the real sneaky one. Showing up at my Zhenwu Sect at night—what business do you have?”
He had planned to launch a sneak attack, but Qi Origin Realm cultivators had powerful senses—there was no chance to get close. The enemy had intentionally caused destruction to force him out.
“Better make this quick.”
His senior brothers were still fighting—he couldn’t waste time.
Iron Eagle had just opened his mouth...
When the Daoist charged at him without a word.
Totally breaking the script.
Iron Eagle’s hair stood on end. A sense of danger engulfed him. Anyone who could give off this level of pressure had to be a Qi Origin Realm fighter.
“Zhenwu Sect was hiding someone like this? That b*****d Wang set me up!”
Iron Eagle cursed in his heart, unleashing all his Qi.
Waves of punch and claw Qi tore through the air, faintly echoing with eagle cries. As the Sky Fiend, Iron Eagle specialized in movement techniques, but his combat power was no joke.
His Sky Eagle True Qi was razor-sharp, and now streaks of Qi pierced the air with intense force.
But in the next instant...
His eyes widened in disbelief.
The Daoist didn’t even release any Qi—just casually swung his greatsword and shattered every bit of Iron Eagle’s attack.
Then... Iron Eagle flew into a rage:
“A proper Qi Origin Realm fighter who doesn’t even show his Qi—are you trying to toy with me?!”
His gaze turned cold, and his body dove like a swooping eagle. The Sky Eagle True Qi was strongest at close range. He wanted to teach this arrogant Daoist a lesson.
Ning Qi was silently admiring the Longxiao Sword—it was truly remarkable.
Seeing the black-clad man enraged and charging toward him, he chuckled inwardly.
Qi Origin Realm experts were troublesome because their Qi could shoot across dozens of zhang.
If this guy had kept his distance...
It would’ve taken effort for Ning Qi to close in.
But now.
Iron Eagle, clueless of Ning Qi’s true power, had charged straight in.
It was as good as waving at the King of Hell.