Chapter 12

"What!?"

"Did I just hear that right?"

"How could such a small sect have an external cultivation technique?"

"It's absolutely impossible. Even a medium-sized sect couldn't produce a complete external cultivation technique. How could this broken Wuliang Sect have one?"

Chen Tiesan's exclamation was like a deep-water bomb, instantly unsettling everyone from the Shanxing Sect.

"Elder Chen, what's going on?" Shan Wuxing's eyes flickered with uncertainty as he looked at Chen Tiesan with a mix of shock and doubt.

"The sword strike I just made only pierced his outer skin. This is clearly a result of external cultivation. There's no other possibility." Chen Tiesan was deeply shaken, almost following in his grandson's footsteps.

Shan Wuxing took two steps forward, his eyes gleaming as he snorted, "Brat, hand over the external cultivation technique, and I'll spare your life!"

An external cultivation technique is as rare and precious as a treasure for any sect. Any sect that obtains one would rise and grow stronger.

Shan Wuxing was naturally excited, never expecting to find such a treasure while seeking revenge on the Wuliang Sect.

Clearly, Shan Wuxing already considered the external cultivation technique his, his eyes filled with intense desire as he stared at Yuan Long.

Qin Youwei's eyes lit up, equally attracted by the external cultivation technique, his eyes filled with greed and jealousy.

"Elders Wu, Liu, and Fang, assist Elder Chen in subduing this boy!" Shan Wuxing didn't care about the unfair advantage, ordering the other three elders to join Chen Tiesan in dealing with Yuan Long to ensure they obtained the external cultivation technique.

The disciples were shocked. The four elders of the Shanxing Sect were considered top-notch figures in the eyes of the disciples.

Now, to see four elders team up against a mere brute, how could they not be astonished?

This small Wuliang Sect actually harbored such a powerful expert?

"Haha... It should have been like this from the start!" Yuan Long's fighting spirit soared, advancing instead of retreating, facing the three elders.

"Naive brat!"

"Seeking death on your own!"

The four elders thought they were superior, but as the fight progressed, they became increasingly alarmed and fearful.

Yuan Long was like an iron man. A sword strike only left a red mark on his skin, not even drawing blood.

Only a few sword techniques that involved piercing could barely make him wary.

But after a few moves, Yuan Long had already figured out their patterns. Even if he was hit, it would only leave a slight scratch.

They, however, had to take risks, unsure if the openings were deliberate.

However, they also discovered that Yuan Long's eyes were a vulnerable spot.

But this brute was not as foolish as he appeared; he was quite cunning.

Elder Wu originally aimed a direct strike at Yuan Long's eyes, but Yuan Long blocked it with his hand, grabbing Elder Wu's sword and forcing him to retreat empty-handed.

Elder Wu looked at his twisted sword, his heart filled with shock.

If his arm had been caught by the other side, would it have suffered the same fate?

With his retreat, he no longer dared to advance without a weapon.

The other three elders immediately felt the pressure increase. Four of them together could barely maintain a stalemate.

But once one of them was missing, their attacks weakened, and their defenses became chaotic.

Shan Wuxing's face darkened, growing increasingly anxious as he saw the four elders unable to subdue Yuan Long.

Finally, Shan Wuxing suddenly drew his sword and lunged at Yuan Long.

But at that moment, a massive boulder flew through the air, and Shan Wuxing's face changed as he quickly retreated.

Bai Chen smiled and stood in front of Shan Wuxing, "Old dog, your opponent is me."

Bai Chen called him "old dog" repeatedly, making Shan Wuxing tremble with anger, his sword pointing at Bai Chen.

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Shan Wuxing was a 5th-rank expert, far superior to the four elders.

Moreover, his judgment was sharp. He noticed that Bai Chen was not wearing armor and that his strength far exceeded the four elders.

Even if Bai Chen had also cultivated an external technique, Shan Wuxing was confident he could break through it.

So, Shan Wuxing's sword aimed directly at Bai Chen's chest.

Bai Chen smiled, standing still as the sword pierced his chest.

Instantly, blood splattered, and the sword tip emerged from Bai Chen's back.

Shan Wuxing's face was filled with joy, originally thinking Bai Chen would be a tough opponent.

Who would have thought that he would succeed with one move, instantly severely injuring Bai Chen.

"Haha... Just a silver-tipped spear, all show and no substance."

"Who would have thought that our sect leader's personal attack would be so effective. It's a miracle that this boy could even withstand one strike."

Shan Wuxing was about to pull the sword out for a fatal blow, but the sword seemed to be stuck, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

What was happening?

Shan Wuxing suddenly realized that Bai Chen's hand was on his shoulder.

Bai Chen laughed, a wild and arrogant laugh, filled with boundless arrogance.

For this day, he had thought of countless strategies. This battle was to show the might of the Wuliang Sect and to make a name for it.

So, this battle had to be a stunning victory, a beautiful fight.

It couldn't be a drawn-out mess. Shan Wuxing was a 5th-rank expert, and even with a high chance of winning, he wasn't sure he could truly subdue him.

He wanted a beautiful victory and to leave no retreat for Shan Wuxing, so he had to make a sacrifice.

He had to let Shan Wuxing think he had succeeded, to make him feel he had an advantage. As long as he got close, he would have no way out.

Shan Wuxing was terrified, his face pale, his voice trembling, "You... you..."

He suddenly realized that not only could he not pull his sword out, but the hand on his shoulder was like an iron clamp, causing unbearable pain.

"Say sorry, I dare not." Bai Chen's smile remained, as if the sword in his chest was nothing.

"Rogue! How dare you!"

Bai Chen had already crushed Shan Wuxing's clavicle and slapped him across the face, waking up the Shanxing Sect disciples who were still in shock.

"How is this possible..."

"He actually slapped the sect leader?"

"Illusion, this must be an illusion..."

"Brat!" Shan Wuxing felt like he was about to explode, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Bai Chen.

But seeing Bai Chen's smile, all his arrogance vanished. That smile radiated a chilling killing intent.

Slap—

"Say sorry, I dare not."

Slap—

"Say sorry, I dare not."

Bai Chen only hit one side of Shan Wuxing's face, but each slap caused excruciating pain.

After a few slaps, Shan Wuxing was bleeding from his nose, mouth, and ears, his head swollen like a pig's.

"Y-Yes... Yes..." Shan Wuxing finally submitted, but his tongue was tied, unable to form a complete sentence.

Slap—

Bai Chen had no intention of stopping. If he let Shan Wuxing speak, it would ruin his plan.

He wanted to strike fear into the hearts of the Shanxing Sect, not just them, but also other sects, to prevent them from acting rashly.

Especially after the news of the Wuliang Sect's alchemy spread, he needed to use sufficient force to deter any troublemakers.

Of course, the main reason was that Bai Chen wanted to eliminate the root cause. The other members of the Shanxing Sect could be ignored, but the sect leader had to be eliminated.

Not only because of the grudge with the Wuliang Sect, but also because he had killed his son, a grudge that could not be resolved peacefully.

"Stop!" Qin Youwei finally couldn't bear it, shouting to stop Bai Chen's assault on Shan Wuxing.

The Zhang Qiaoying in his arms was pale with fear, never expecting the Shanxing Sect's grand revenge to end like this.

The four elders were pinned down by Yuan Long, unable to offer