Chapter 80: If You Can’t Win, Then Cheat — Just Kill Them

Zhu Yang’s expression relaxed slightly upon seeing them.

Since Gu Fan was fine, then that foolish disciple of his, Lin Yi, must still be alive as well.

Sure enough, another fluctuation appeared in the vortex behind Gu Fan, and then Lin Yi’s figure emerged.

The two of them, following the rules, handed over a spiritual herb to the Guardian Bloodline before heading straight toward Zhu Yang.

This time, the others couldn’t sit still!

Among the twenty to thirty factions present, there were only six slots in total, and now two had already been taken by the Heavenly Evil Sect right at the start.

This was certainly not good news!

“Hahaha, the Heavenly Evil Sect is mighty!”

Zhu Yang laughed heartily, stroking his white beard, but his spirit was tightly strung.

The Heavenly Evil Sect taking two slots at once was bound to provoke dissatisfaction among some.

He had to be vigilant.

This wasn’t the Great Qian Dynasty—present here were powerful elders. If a fight broke out, it would be devastating.

Fortunately, aside from the Five Major Righteous Sects who were already thoroughly offended, the other sects and sacred lands did not currently bear any major grudges…

Thinking this, Zhu Yang’s gaze gradually solidified, and his expression stiffened.

He saw that Gu Fan and Lin Yi’s waists were once again adorned with storage pouches.

Just like during their time in the Great Qian Dynasty!

Only this time, the number was even more terrifying. With just a glance, there were at least thirty to forty!

“You little brat! Can’t you lay low after killing people? You’ve already plundered the loot, yet you’re still reluctant to toss away those measly storage pouches!!”

Zhu Yang felt a strong urge to kill the two right then—this was blatantly attracting hatred!

At that moment, three more people emerged behind them. Two were demonic disciples.

Only one belonged to a hidden family clan.

Now, almost every faction changed color.

“Why are there only five people?”

Everyone looked toward the sole non-demonic disciple.

Seeing that he had already exited and was now under the protection of his elders, the disciple no longer felt afraid.

“It was Gu Fan! We originally had six people! He forced us to hand over our storage pouches, and killed all who refused!”

But at this moment, someone noticed the dozens of storage pouches hanging from the chests of Gu Fan and Lin Yi.

Immediately, someone demanded:

“Young disciple of the Heavenly Evil Sect, Gu Fan! Did you obtain those storage pouches by killing others?”

At this, Gu Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled: “You can eat whatever you want, but you can’t say whatever you please!”

“These are all geniuses from various sects. How could I alone possess such strength? Are you saying the geniuses of your sects are made of paper?”

“Then why are all the storage pouches on the two of you?”

Lin Yi stepped forward and sneered.

“They all killed each other in the chaos. We just happened to pass by and picked them up. Any problem with that?”

Naturally, no one believed those words.

How could such a coincidence occur?

Everyone just happened to die in a melee, and these two just happened to pick up all the storage pouches?

Not to mention the pillar of light that had soared into the sky earlier—its power had been comparable to a True Yang-level strike.

According to the explanation from Mangzhuo Sacred Land, that secret technique required the combined force of at least twenty to thirty people to trigger.

Everyone had no choice but to suspect that it was to deal with these two that they had forced the Sacred Son of Mangzhuo to use his trump card.

Yet the same question remained.

Gu Fan’s cultivation was merely at the early stage of the Primordial Yang Realm.

Could he really have pushed so many geniuses to attack together, and in the end still managed to kill them all?

Zhu Yang stepped in front of the two at this moment: “Everyone, entering Little Min Mountain to compete for Upper Realm Slots is already extremely perilous. Now that you’ve lost, do you intend to go back on your word?”

As Zhu Yang finished speaking, his aura gradually rose, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

“Elder Zhu, you exaggerate. It’s just that this time your demonic faction has seized four slots at once—it seems a bit irregular!”

Zhu Yang glared at the speaker, the cold light in his eyes intensifying.

That person was clearly steering the issue toward the conflict between righteous and demonic paths, trying to incite more to oppose the Heavenly Evil Sect.

After all, once in the Upper Realm, so long as one survived, they were bound to become extraordinary in the future!

By then, if they casually sent some benefits back to the Lower Realm, the demonic path would only grow stronger, while the righteous path would become increasingly feeble.

Over time, the entire balance between righteous and demonic forces in the Lower Realm would be severely disrupted!

This directly laid bare the true thoughts of everyone present.

Sure enough, the moment those words landed, everyone’s expression turned grim as they looked toward the four disciples who had emerged from the demonic path.

Feeling the immense pressure, the other male demonic disciple and the female disciple both underwent dramatic changes in expression.

These two came respectively from the second sect of the Six Demonic Sects—the Blood Demon Sect—and the third sect—the Silver Thread Palace.

At this moment, the elders of both sects had already unconsciously begun leading their disciples toward the Heavenly Evil Sect’s side.

Just like the Five Major Righteous Sects, although each wanted to be the leader, when facing outsiders, they rallied behind the Shangqing Sect.

These demonic sects were no different. In facing outsiders, naturally they would center around the Heavenly Evil Sect.

Zhu Yang’s expression remained unchanged, but he had already secretly mobilized all of his spiritual power.

He was ready to face a siege at any moment.

“Hahaha, that’s the first time I’ve heard such nonsense. What now? Upper Realm Slots are not based on strength but on equitable distribution?”

“Then what’s the point of coming here to compete? Let’s just divide the six slots according to strength!”

“So this is what the righteous path really is—when you play by the rules and lose, you decide the rules don’t matter. Today, I’ve truly seen it all!”

Zhu Yang’s few sentences made the previous speaker flush red with anger.

But there was no way to refute him.

The rules clearly stated that the slots were awarded based on strength. Even if all six went to one faction, no one was supposed to say anything.

But this concerned the future trend of sects in the Lower Realm…

At that moment, an elder of Mangzhuo Sacred Land stepped forward.

“In that case, how about this—you demonic path folks withdraw one disciple, and we Mangzhuo Sacred Land are willing to offer the Sacred Pool as compensation!”

“Hehe, we of Sacred Land Pei Mountain are also willing. Elder Zhu, would you consider it?”

Zhu Yang did not speak, but it was the elder of the Blood Demon Sect who said:

“Instead of trying to take a slot from us, isn’t there still a vacant sixth slot? Why should we give up our position?”

Upon hearing this, Gu Fan chuckled aloud.

“This senior from the Blood Demon Sect seems to have misunderstood their intentions.”

“They’re not merely after the Upper Realm Slots. What they can’t stand is seeing four of our demonic path disciples ascend, because they fear our rise.”

As he spoke, Gu Fan swept his eyes across the crowd with open mockery.

“They’re just a bunch of hypocrites who can’t win, so they resort to cheating.”

“In my opinion, there’s no need for further pretense…”

Gu Fan stepped into the sky, his gaze cold and carrying an overwhelming dominance, looking down upon all present!

“Those who want the slots, come up and die!”

Woah!

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

Was this disciple of the Heavenly Evil Sect insane?

As a Primordial Yang Realm cultivator, instead of staying safely behind his elders, he actually came out to provoke everyone?

One must know that the weakest among these elders were all True Yang Realm cultivators!

Even Zhu Yang was dumbfounded, countless thoughts flooding his mind, completely unable to comprehend what Gu Fan was doing!

At that moment, a True Yang Realm elder who had recovered from the shock sneered: “Is this how the Heavenly Evil Sect educates juniors? Looks like this old man needs to teach you a lesson, so you understand what it means to respect your elders!”

As he spoke, his figure flashed and he appeared before Gu Fan, chopping down with a palm!

A sharp glint flickered in Gu Fan’s eyes, and he shouted coldly:

“Just a measly First Layer True Yang—how dare you bark!”

Gu Fan’s spiritual power exploded throughout his body. The Refined Fiend Body Art activated in full, channeling a fist force of a million jin!

As his fist swung out, a fierce gale roared forth, the sheer force and speed creating sparks in the air from friction!

Boom!!

The canyon trembled violently, and after a storm of flying dust and rubble—

The True Yang Realm expert’s body was no longer even recognizable! His right arm that had punched and half of his body were completely blasted into minced flesh!

His intestines and internal organs splattered all over the ground, clearly beyond dead!

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