allonlinenovel Chapter 210 The Style of Reputable Families
Chapter 210 The Style of Reputable Families
Chapter 210 The Style of Reputable Families
"That old woman talks too much nonsense." The disciple of the Moyun Sword Sect, whose hair already had a few gray hairs, snorted angrily.
"Senior Brother, the altar has been activated. To prevent the Dark Assembly from launching a sneak attack, let's clear the area first!" Another expert from the Moyun Sword Sect said with a murderous look on his face.
Xiahou Wende, the eldest disciple of the Moyun Sword Sect, sneered, "They should have been killed long ago, but you insisted on keeping those women alive!"
The second disciple, Zhang Zong, shrugged indifferently: "Times have changed. There are far too few women in this secret realm. What if we're going to stay for a long time? How will we alleviate our loneliness without keeping a few women? But right now, the important thing is to kill them!"
Xiahou Wende brandished his longsword, his killing intent palpable, and said, "Go and do it. If you show any mercy again, I will report to my master and have you punished!"
"Old hag, if it weren't for your disciples, I would have killed you first!" Zhang Zong curled his lip, leaped down the slope of the altar, and rushed straight towards the old woman.
As the Ink Cloud Sword Technique was unleashed, a splash of ink spread out, instantly transforming into thousands of ink arrows that enveloped the old woman and her four disciples behind her.
Linfengfang is entirely populated by women. The founder ran a dyeing workshop and was later appreciated by a master who taught her martial arts. To commemorate her hard work, she used the name of the dyeing workshop as the name of the sect, and to this day, it only accepts female disciples.
The female disciples of Linfengfang are all exceptionally talented and beautiful. After the Yuanqi shock, their cultivation levels increased rapidly, but they ran out of magical artifacts, so they participated in treasure hunting in various secret realms.
The old woman is the current head of the sect, named Fang Nianzhen. She overestimated herself and mistakenly took the Moyun Sword Sect for a truly prestigious and righteous sect...
Faced with the deadly attack, Fang Nianzhen let out a low roar, mustered her last bit of true energy, and spread her arms wide. In an instant, countless red ribbons flew up from behind her, heading straight for the sky full of black arrows.
After a series of loud bangs, the ink arrow pierced through the ten-thousand-foot-long red ribbon and struck Fang Nianzhen.
"Master!"
The four disciples screamed and rushed forward to help, but they were only at the Heartbeat stage and could not withstand the full force of a Golden Core stage expert's attack.
Another explosion rang out, ink splattered everywhere, and four figures fell to the ground, their bodies covered in mangled wounds, seriously injured!
Fang Nianzhen blocked the most ink arrows, her body nearly riddled with holes. But she stood firm, shouting fiercely, "Reputable sects, you're worse than pigs and dogs!"
"Go to hell, you old hag!" Zhang Zong flew over with a sinister grin and plunged his sword into Fang Nianzhen's heart.
The former head of Linfengfang, his face filled with resentment, fell to the ground, blood flowing everywhere.
Zhang Zong sneered a few times, then looked at the four seriously injured beauties lying on the ground. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and he lewdly said, "It's such a pity that such beautiful women are dying like this!"
Looking back at the altar above, he saw his senior brother Xiahou Wende staring at him coldly, and he felt a sudden unease.
"Senior Brother, I'll give you all the benefits of this treasure hunt. Just let me be willful this once. After I've had my way with these four women, I'll stop!" Zhang Zong put on a fawning expression and cupped his hands towards the altar.
Xiahou Wende frowned, turned around, and tacitly agreed.
"Hehehe..." Zhang Zong chuckled lewdly, turned around, and his eyes widened. "It is said that the disciples of Linfengfang all have inner charms. Today, I will verify it!"
With the Mo Yun sword stuck in the rock, he rubbed his hands together as he walked toward a woman.
The four women were all seriously injured and had no way to fight back, not even to commit suicide. Zhang Zong deliberately avoided their vital points, all for this moment.
Zhang Zong grabbed a woman by the hair and lifted her up, grinning maliciously as he began to tear at her clothes.
The next moment, his brows furrowed, and he abruptly turned his head to glare at the sea of lava.
A fiery red light, accompanied by a bolt of lightning, hurtled towards them at high speed.
"Who goes there?" Zhang Zong threw the woman aside and grabbed his longsword.
At that moment, Xiahou Wende on the altar suddenly turned around, long sword in hand, and shot straight into the air, shouting, "The actions of the Moyun Sword Sect are none of your business, get out of the way!"
"The Moyun Sword Sect has quite the arrogance; indeed, this is the style of a prestigious sect!"
A disdainful whistle rang out, and the fire and lightning vanished simultaneously, revealing four figures: Zhuo Yang, Lü Qianqian, Chen Guo, and Cui Yi.
"Who are you?" Xiahou Wende stared intently. He remembered all the cultivators who had entered the secret realm, but he did not recognize Zhuo Yang.
"My name remains unchanged, and my surname is Zhuo Yang!"
With a long howl, Zhuo Yang said coldly, "The name of the Moyun Sword Sect is indeed resounding, but unfortunately, they are all treacherous and vicious people behind the scenes. The words 'righteous sect' have been ruined by you."
"Are you Zhuo Yang?" Xiahou Wende's face darkened.
He had already received news of the deaths of the Three Swordsmen of Moyun, but the Wang family needed the help of the Moyun Sword Sect to explore this secret realm, so Xiahou Wende had no choice but to obey his master's orders and come to assist.
Having lost the Three Musketeers, the Mo Yun Sword Sect had very few top Golden Core stage experts left, and he could only take his most unreliable second junior brother, Zhang Zong, with him.
"Zhuo Yang?"
Upon hearing Zhuo Yang's name, Zhang Zong, who was below the altar, immediately cried out in alarm. He decisively abandoned the four women and leaped to his senior brother's side.
"Senior Brother, Zhuo Yang killed the fourth and fifth brothers, and the sixth brother is missing. It's hard to say he might have killed him too. Let's hurry up and leave, or it will be too late!" Zhang Zong made a move as if he was about to use his movement technique to leave.
"No!" Xiahou Wende roared through gritted teeth, "Zhuo Yang killed so many people from the Moyun Sword Sect. As the senior brother, I must avenge my brothers!"
"He...he's really powerful! He even has three Golden Core stage helpers now!" Zhang Zong's face turned pale. He was very arrogant when bullying the weak, but when faced with experts, his first thought was to run away.
"We have helpers too!" Xiahou Wende took a deep breath, circulated his true energy, and shouted loudly, "My two friends from the Dark Dharma Assembly, it's your turn to make a move. The Moyun Sword Sect invited you here not to watch the show!"
It turns out that the dark magician at the Dark Magic Assembly was someone they had invited!
As Xiahou Wende's voice spread, the entire space seemed to tremble, and then the sea of lava surrounding the altar began to churn...
A huge claw suddenly emerged from the lava, followed by another claw.
A lava monster, ten meters tall, crawled out of the magma and roared at the sky, its roar shaking the heavens and the earth.
"What is that?" Cui Yi stared at the monster, his jaw clenched so tightly he could barely move.
"Hellfire Demon, huh?" Chen Guo curled her lip and snorted angrily. "I didn't expect the Ink Cloud Sword Sect to have connections with the people of the Dark Magic Assembly. Sure enough, there aren't many good people among the so-called righteous sects!"
"They summoned these dark monsters, let's just call them Hellfire Demons for now." Zhuo Yang sneered, his expression turning serious. "Old Cui, Chen Guo, the people from the Moyun Sword Sect are yours. Little Phoenix, the Hellfire Demon is yours. I'll go deal with those two dark mages!"