Chapter Eleven: Looking for a Beating

  Wu Long rubbed his chest and walked over unsteadily, ready to attack. The black-clothed burly man saw this and his pupils suddenly contracted. This punch, although not full force, would still severely injure even an ordinary first-class Blood Symbol period cultivator. Yet this person seemed injured, but apart from his tattered clothes, he didn't even bleed a single drop of blood.

  Upon seeing this, the other nine disciples, hearing Wu Long's words, were furious and one of them shouted loudly: "Brother Li, don't hold back, beat him to death and see if he still dares to pretend!"

  Listening to the words of his disciples, the black-clothed giant was filled with doubts in his heart. Could it be that he had not exerted himself fully? At once, he took large strides and abandoned his attack on Man Tian. His two fists simultaneously burst forth with a storm of power, striking Wu Long's chest amidst flashes of lightning and sparks. Meanwhile, the drunken Wu Long stumbled forward, stubbornly enduring the black-clothed giant's full-force attack, which sent him flying directly. In that instant, he leapt into the air, his foot chopping towards Wu Long's chest as he flew horizontally through the air.

  "Boom!!" Wu Long was directly blasted into the ground by such an attack, and the massive force shook the ground violently.

  The savage Tian's eyes were bloodshot as he stared blankly at the fresh blood flowing from Wu Long's chest, wanting to pounce on the black-clothed man but was caught by Tian Ge instead.

  The black-clad Li Jian gazed coldly at the "blood-soaked" Wu Long, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes. Among the peaks of the ancient sect, disciples could engage in combat, and even to a certain extent, they could engage in life-or-death battles. However, this required a specific setting, but at this moment, Li Jian had no qualms or concerns. This peak was ranked last in the ancient sect, not to mention that Li Jian had long heard of the dissatisfaction of the higher-ups towards this peak, so he dared to come knocking on their door this time.

  Li Jian's eyes darted around, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. He couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain and mockery towards the five people who were standing there, seemingly unscathed by his attack. It was as if they had not been hit at all, completely unaware of the power behind his strike.

  "Pitiful person! Such a person actually still lives in the world, and is even a disciple of Gu Zong!" Li Jian looked at Wu Long who was twitching on the ground, then turned to the five Man Tian and let out a long sigh.

  "It's been suggested that we abolish the clumsy peak! Such disciples, staying in the ancient sect is a waste! The vast mountain peak has only nearly a hundred people, I think it's better to drive them all out and kill them off! At worst, we ten will be punished together, at most we'll just have to face the wall for a few years!" Another disciple said indignantly.

  "Why must they be killed? Just severely injure them! As long as no one dies at the summit, I believe that... nest... the master of the summit won't say much!" Another man glanced at the summit and said in a low voice. He had originally wanted to call the master of the summit incompetent, but he swallowed his words instead. No matter how useless the master of the summit was or how much he indulged the disciples below, his status as one of the masters of the ancient sect remained unchanged. Even if an ant is small, it's still a living thing; the master wasn't someone they could afford to offend.

  "The rest of you, break their arms and make them unable to hold wine cups! But this is a matter of life and death for the branch sect disciples!" Li Jian said sternly. Wang Xue was a disciple of the elder, and he would avenge him even if it meant killing Man Tian. Probably, he wouldn't receive any punishment for that. For the sake of a branch sect disciple, Peak Master Chu Feng shouldn't make a big deal out of this.

  "Ugh!" Wu Long, who was lying on the ground convulsing, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He struggled to get up again, his chest covered in blood, and blood gushing from his mouth. All that could be heard was him saying: "I... I'm going to die? It hurts so much!"

  Li Jian and others who were waiting to take action looked at Wu Long, who had climbed up again. Li Jian's expression changed, while the other disciples looked at Wu Long with doubt. In their opinion, Li Jian must have held back, otherwise this glutton would surely die a terrible death!

  Li Jian's face was uncertain, he detected a hint of abnormality, he stared intently at Wu Long, looking at the painful Wu Long, his eyes filled with confusion and fear, as if a dying person did not know why someone wanted to kill him. Seeing this, Li Jian's vigilance in his heart also dissipated, his left foot stretched out again and another punch was launched towards Wu Long.

  "Bang!" Wu Long flew out with a loud noise, and once again crashed into the building. The ancient building was already on the verge of collapse after being hit by Wu Long several times. Meanwhile, the other nine disciples also launched a fierce attack on the five members of the Man Tian Sect.

  "Good...good to enjoy...being...attacked!" Tian Geng hugged Man Tian, the two swaying back and forth as they walked. Although Man Tian was not sober, when he heard Tian Geng's words, he didn't think much of it and let these disciples attack.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" For a moment, the loud noise at the foot of Zuo Feng Mountain was continuous, accompanied by these loud noises, the wailing sounds made the disciples passing by Zuo Feng feel even more terrified, but they were not surprised. If guessed correctly, it was another disciple of Zuo Feng "asking for a beating" again.

  If someone were standing on a mountain peak watching this scene at this moment, they would be left speechless.

  Six drunkards were now lying on the ground in agony, wailing and screaming, yet they got up three or four times, staggering towards the person who was being attacked.

  Time and time again, the six men of Man Tian were attacked until they were battered and bruised all over, their bodies stained with blood. Yet, they seemed to be unkillable, getting back up every time they were knocked down. In the end, the six men were beaten until their faces were swollen and blue, their wails of pain sounding like the howls of fierce ghosts. The scene was so eerie that it sent shivers down one's spine even in broad daylight.

  "Huff!" A seventh-grade Quan Ti disciple was already somewhat exhausted, they thought that even if they were to fight, they would be left with no strength, every move they made used their entire body's power, and after a long time, it was starting to take its toll on them.

  "Damn it, they're like mad dogs!" A disciple stood panting on the spot, with his hands inserted into his legs, staring at the six Man Tian who were rolling on the ground and scolding loudly.

  "You... you guys stop... don't hit me!" Wu Long didn't know how many attacks he could withstand, but he got up again. The two disciples who surrounded him turned pale with rage when they heard Wu Long's words and couldn't help but flare up in anger. One of the disciples directly roared: "We're hitting you because it's you!" After that, the two of them pounced on Wu Long once more.

  "Ah... Wooo..." Wu Long's unique howl echoed again.

  At this time, the barbarian sky was already bruised and battered, with a blue nose and swollen face, his flesh blurred as if he was about to be beaten to death. However, as he endured Li Jian's fierce and violent attacks, he gradually became more awake. He vaguely felt that his physical injuries were rapidly recovering, while the strong wine he had drunk earlier was becoming even more intense, causing the barbarian sky to become increasingly restless. What was even more strange was that, under Li Jian's attack, the barbarian sky not only felt pain but also strangely gave rise to a sense of pleasure.

  It seemed that the more fiercely Li Jian struck, the more intense the fierce fire within Man Tian's body became, so intense that it could only be vented through being beaten. If Man Tian were truly awake at this moment, he would surely discover that this fiery wine was like a raging fire burning and had formed a hot current flowing through his body, protecting his internal organs and allowing him to withstand Li Jian's attacks without suffering true damage.

  "Ahh..."

  "Ah..."

  "Hmm..."

  One after another, the strange cries continued to ring out. When Li Jian and the others were thoroughly exhausted and panting, they found that the barbarians who had been lying on the ground wailing in grief had actually crawled up again. The remaining disciples' eyes rose with a hint of fear. They were not foolish people, and after suffering such an attack, they could still stand up at this time, which must have some kind of clue.

  Li Jian was also furious at this time, he looked at the blue-nosed and swollen-faced Man Tian, who got up again, a burst of flames rose to the sky, he directly took out a giant sword, and chopped it down towards Man Tian's head without hesitation!

  He was truly enraged, this fifth-grade Tempering Body youngster could still get up after withstanding his attack, it was an insult to Li Jian, who was a second-grade Blood Vessel Realm cultivator. Normally, killing a fifth-grade Tempering Body disciple would make him feel ashamed, but at this moment, with his anger burning the sky, he didn't hesitate to take out his brutal technique to slaughter Tian Yun.

  Just as he got up, the barbarian Tian raised his head to look at the sword that was chopping towards him. He felt a shock in his heart, and the intense sense of death crisis also dissipated some of his drunkenness. His body no longer moved forward, but quickly retreated instead. However, unexpectedly, the Heavenly Guardian on the side got up after crawling, swaying unsteadily as he walked towards Li Jian. Just as Li Jian chopped down at the barbarian Tian, he let out a loud roar and suddenly jumped up, actually embracing Li Jian's giant sword.

  A strange scene suddenly emerged, Tian Ge hugged the giant sword and rushed towards Li Jian, while Li Jian let out a miserable cry. The giant sword's blade entered his abdomen, and Tian Ge also let out a miserable cry. A ferocious blood stain appeared on his chest, he "terrified" loosened his hand, retreated repeatedly, looking at his own chest, terrified: "I... I... am going to die. Ah ah."

  Li Jian's eyes bulged round, staring at the hot blood flowing from his abdomen. He even saw the blurry intestines, and he looked back at his disciples with a terrified expression, growling: "Quick... quick... quickly take me back to the peak, I... I'm going to die."

  A group of disciples looked at Li Jian in horror, they were already exhausted and now seeing this scene, their legs trembled, several people lifted Li Jian and quickly ran out of the humble peak.

  "Ah... it's been a long time since I've felt this good. Come on, come on, my junior brother, let's keep drinking!" Wu Long got up and took out six wine jars from his storage bag, placing them on the ground, and sat down with a sway.

  Wang Xingchen and others, who were previously in agony, all crawled towards the wine jar, hugged it and started drinking wildly. The barbarian Tian, who had previously faced a life crisis, was somewhat sober but as Li Jian and others left, the fierce fire in his belly once again made him fall into a drunken state. He also stumbled over, and directly pounced on the ground, hugging the wine jar and drinking wildly.

  "Hah...hahaha, you...you guys...are satisfied enough..." Wang Xingchen said with a big gulp, completely ignoring his injuries all over his body.

  "Good... seems like... still... still... not." Tian Yan put down the wine jug and looked at Wang Xingchen with bloodshot eyes.

  "That... you... do you dare... dare to go... to Pangu Peak? Haha!" Wang Xingchen said with a sly smile, his eyebrows dancing like dragons and phoenixes.

  "Hah... hah... hahaha. I... I want to see... see Yu... Yu Lian go..." Upon hearing this, Huāng Téng burst into laughter and, still holding the wine jug, headed out.

  The drunk and heavily injured Mo Tian burst into loud laughter: "Go...go! I...I also want to see what that Rain Orchid looks like." Despite his injuries, he was still completely drunk, but with the support of the strong liquor, Mo Tian remained extremely spirited.

  In this way, six people in a row, hugging wine jars, with blue noses and swollen faces, covered in fresh blood like devils crawling out of hell, staggered towards Panshan Peak.

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