The Strongest Sect of All Times

Chapter 82: here to exterminate an entire sect

Spirit Spring Mountain, located in Yaoyang City of Qingyang Commandery. 

Before, it was a place where the local people went to relax and escape. 

After the four Wei Clan brothers arrived and founded a sect, the area became private property. 

Losing such a place, the locals were unhappy and complained to the Yaoyang City Lord. But because behind the Spirit Spring Sect was the Holy Spring Sect, the city lord could only turn a blind eye. 

In a blink, ten years had passed. 

The Wei brothers vigorously developed the place and the Spirit Spring Sect expanded, welcoming more than 300 disciples. 

Naturally, it was still ninth-grade. 

If not for the Holy Spring Sect backing it, the Spirit Spring Sects prestige in Jianghu would barely be better than the Ironbone Unyielding Sect under Sect Head Wang.

Why comparable to the Ironbone Unyielding Sect under Sect Head Wang?

Because under second-generation leader Jun Changxiaos operations, the sects current prestige had already surpassed its former glory. 

The only thing they were waiting on was for the news of the Sect Martial Arts Competition to spread far and wide. 

Spirit Spring Sect, Main Hall. 

Wei Yinu, whose arm was still broken, sat on the second chair. 

In the first chair sat a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression. 

His name was Wei Yixi. 

He was the incumbent Spirit Spring Sect Head, cultivation base Second Stage Martial Apprentice. 

Big brother, Wei Yinu clenched his teeth and hissed, That assassin we hired, can he get rid of Jun Changxiao?

Wei Yixi sipped some tea before responding, That Drizzle Pavilions gold-level assassin has succeeded more than 200 times. He has never let anyone slip, so he can certainly do it. No need to worry.

Uh-huh. 

The assassin they commissioned had already been taken down by Sect Head Jun and met up with the previous assassin, currently engaging in a game of two-player Dou Dizhu right now. 

Motherfucker. Wei Yinu clenched the armrest, muttering in disbelief, A garbage leader of a trashy sect, why is he so hard to kill?

Wei Yixi shook his head. Fourth Brother, Jun Changxiao can kill Second Brother and Third Brother. If you still think he is trash, then you are mistaken.

The two brothers had gone to visit the Qingyang City Lord but never returned, so he had gone to verify the reason personally. 

City Lord Xie did not want to offend the Spirit Spring Sects backers, so he explained the matter of Jun Changxiao killing Wei Yile and Wei Yiai. 

Learning that his brothers had been killed, Wei Yixis anger soared to the heavens.

But after all, he was a sect leader. He was furious, but he calmly analyzed that since Jun Changxiao could kill his brothers, the mans strength could not be underestimated. 

After returning to the sect, he thought it over and decided to spend a large sum to hire a Drizzle Pavilion assassin. 

He did not dare fight straight-on, and so hired a man from the shadows.

How sinister.

Wei Yinu was not as calm. Hearing that his brothers were dead, his eyes filled with heaven slaughtering qi. 

These four brothers cultivated together, entered the Holy Spring Sect together, and descended the mountain to start a sect together. Their affection was extremely deep. They didnt expect that their last parting would become their forever parting. 

Second Brother, Third Brother. Wei Yixi placed the teacup down and his vision was exceptionally dark. Regardless of the price, Big Brother will avenge you!

The so-called price was the large sum of money used to hire the assassin. 

To borrow a few words from Teacher Ma, how low! [1]

Big Brother! Wei Yinu spat, After the Drizzle Building assassin kills Jun Changxiao, I must personally go to the Ironbone Sect and hold a memorial service for Second Brother and Third Brother using the blood of his disciples!

Wei Yixi said, The Ironbone Sect is still part of the Hundred Sects Alliance. When you go, be careful and dont be discovered.

En.

Wei Yinus murderous intentions were written all over his face.

He wished he could slaughter the entire sect right now and hold the service for his brothers. 

Wei Yixi sipped his tea, sniffing, I heard that guy led his disciples to attend the Sect Martial Arts Competition, really overestimating his abilities.

Tch.

Wei Yinu snorted, then added, He doesnt know his own strength, attending the competition is just asking for ridicule.

Wei Yixi rested his elbows on the chair, clasping his fingers together. I still dont know, this competition, who won the championship?

I heard that the sixth-grade Sound Valley sent a disciple to participate. If there is nothing unexpected, they can probably win, Wei Yinu said. 

Although the two brothers had not gone to personally watch, they were very curious about this matter.

Reporting!

In the meantime, a disciple ran inside, breathing heavily and gasping his words out. 

Sect Leader, Elder, Disciple just came back from Yaoyang City. I heard

What did you hear?

Heard Heard that this times Sect Martial Arts Competition, Ironbone Sects Xiao Zuiji won the championship!

What?!

Wei Yixi and Wei Yinu stood up in disbelief. 

The disciples gasped, taking a few breaths. More Moreover, his disciples took all of the spots in the Top 4!

Impossible! Wei Yinu didnt believe it at all. Just his ninth-grade sect, its already good if his disciples can make it to the second round. How can they make it into the Top 4?

Wei Yixi was calmer and asked, Is the news accurate?

The disciple nodded. It was pasted on a bulletin in Yaoyang City, this Disciple personally read it!

Wei Yinu was shocked stupid. 

After the competition ended, the various cities of Qingyang Commandery would paste bulletins up to announce the champions. That meant this was absolutely not hearsay, not incorrectly relayed information, nor an erroneous message!

Wei Yixi knit his brows. The champions of the Sect Martial Arts Competition, even the lowest is Second Stage Martial Apprentice. Are the Ironbone Sect disciples so strong?

The disciple exclaimed, I heard from a martial artist who returned from Liyang City. According to him, all of the Ironbone Sect disciples were strong, even the weakest was better than the first stage of Martial Apprentice!

Putong!

Wei Yinu sat down heavily, his expression wonderfully terrible.

He had just been saying that after the assassin killed Jun Changxiao, he would massacre the Ironbone Sect. If the news about the disciples taking the Top 4 was true going there would mean death!

Fourth Brother. Wei Yixi also realized the problem and solemnly said, Whether this is real or fake, you must not go to the Ironbone Sect.

En, en. 

Wei Yinu hurried to agree. 

He would not go. 

However

They came to him. 

Bang!

There was a sudden sound, startling Wei Yixi and Wei Yinu. The two people rushed out of the Main Hall, only to see that their bright red front door had been crushed into dust. 

Crunch.

Jun Changxiaos foot stepped onto the signboard which read Spirit Spring Sect, Desert Eagle smoking and a cigar hanging from his mouth. 

The cigar was also a compulsory purchase from refreshing the store.

Although the function was to stimulate the spirit, he was using it to act cool. 

Jun Changxiao!

Wei Yinus eyes were about to pop out. 

Hes the Ironbone Sects sect head? Wei Yixi knit his brows, killing intent flashing through his eyes.

Bang!

Jun Changxiao propped the signboard up and leaned against it, looking at the sect. It was larger and nicer than his own. 

Such a good place, exterminating it is such a pity.

Exterminate? Such a pity? Wei Yixis eyes were dark as he said, Sect Head Jun, youve come to

Not bad. Jun Changxiao raised his gun and aimed it at the mans head, arrogantly saying, I am here to exterminate an entire sect.

Courting death! Wei Yinu could not suppress his anger and summoned a brand new broadsword from his storage ring. He was just about to charge over

Bang!

The Desert Eagle was aimed at him and a bullet shot out, the crystal core condensing into a bright light that penetrated his chest. 

Wei Yinu froze and lowered his head, looking down at his pierced chest. His vision became panicked and he dropped the broadsword, kneeling on the ground with a putong.

[1] This is a reference to the retired League of Legends esports player and streamer known as dsm (Da Si Ma). He mispronounces the English word low as lao, which is now pretty much a trademark. Its used as how low or how trash.