Chapter 81

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Zhuo Bufan held a black iron longsword, its body ancient and thick. If not for Zhuo Bufan holding it, it would likely be mistaken for a firewood stick.

The sword's edge and hilt were completely one piece, with only a few rough patterns to distinguish them.

However, the entire sword emitted a mysterious chill, and despite its not being very sharp, it gave off a piercing and fierce aura.

Zhuo Bufan pointed the sword at Bai Chen: "Young man, if you step back now, it's still in time. Don't wait until I break your arm for you to regret it."

"Senior Zhuo, rest assured. I have a stubborn nature and won't change my mind. Let's see if you have the qualifications to make me regret for life."

"Bold, take this sword!" Zhuo Bufan's face darkened, and he moved like a thunderbolt.

A sword cut through the air, carrying a fierce sword aura, and swung toward Bai Chen.

Bai Chen was not careless. Seeing the sword aura coming, he raised his arm to block it.

In an instant, blood and fire splattered.

Bai Chen immediately felt a tearing pain, and upon looking at his wrist, he saw a deep cut that reached the bone.

Long Tuxiao's expression changed slightly. He suddenly realized he had underestimated Zhuo Bufan.

A few days ago, he thought Zhuo Bufan was old and weak, almost on the verge of death.

Who would have thought that today, Zhuo Bufan looked vigorous and radiant, like the rising sun, with no sign of weakness.

Only now did he realize that Zhuo Bufan had broken through to the innate realm without anyone knowing.

This left Long Tuxiao unprepared. He didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to break through to the innate realm, and the Dragon Tiger Sect had received no news about it.

If he hadn't come to support Bai Chen today, the future conflict with the Iron Scroll Sect would have been a significant disadvantage.

Zhuo Bufan's successful strike immediately drew cheers from the Iron Scroll Sect disciples.

"The Sect Leader is the Sect Leader. A simple 'Thunderbolt Assault' has already put that young man at a disadvantage. Does this battle need to continue?"

"Hmph... If we don't take this opportunity to teach that arrogant young man a lesson, they'll think we have no one in the Iron Scroll Sect."

"Truly laughable. Do they think it's so easy to challenge the Iron Scroll Sect?"

"That young man is in for a rough time."

"Rough time? That young man might even lose his life here."

"Why is that?"

"Can't you see? This is the first of the Three Thunder Swords. It was just a test. That young man couldn't even block the test. The second sword, 'Ten Thousand Thunderbolts,' will severely wound him, and the third sword, 'Thunderclap,' will be impossible for him to block."

"He deserves it for daring to challenge the Iron Scroll Sect."

Indeed, Zhuo Bufan's successful strike immediately lifted the spirits of the Iron Scroll Sect disciples, who had been demoralized.

As the disciples speculated, Zhuo Bufan's second sword, 'Ten Thousand Thunderbolts,' followed, the iron sword flashing like real lightning.

Bai Chen's eyes widened, and he quickly retreated. However, no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't outpace the thunderbolt sword aura.

"Trouble!" Long Tuxiao exclaimed in alarm.

Seeing the sword aura strike Bai Chen's chest, Bai Chen spat out a mouthful of blood as the sword aura pierced through his body.

Zhuo Bufan, seeing his two successful strikes, was overjoyed. A glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

With his innate cultivation and the sect's iron sword, the Three Thunder Swords were indeed much more powerful, at least ten times stronger than before.

Especially the thunderbolt sword aura, which he could control freely, unlike before when he would be exhausted after one move.

Considering the current enmity, if he let Bai Chen go, it would be a future threat to the Iron Scroll Sect.

He decided to finish Bai Chen off in one move to avoid any future complications.

With this thought, Zhuo Bufan held the iron sword with both hands, raised it over his head, and swung it down with all his might.

Bai Chen's eyes glowed with a bloody light, and his body was covered in a fiery iron shirt.

The first move of the Dragon Transformation Technique: Awakening.

The first move of the Seven Injuries Fist: Fist Shaking Wuyi.

A domineering punch, carrying an overwhelming force, surged forward.

Zhuo Bufan felt his eyes blur. It seemed to him that Bai Chen was not swinging a human fist but the claw of an unknown beast.

However, the sword had already been swung, and he had no time to think. The iron sword fiercely struck Bai Chen's fist.

Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed, deafening everyone.

Through the iron sword, an incomparable force was transmitted.

Zhuo Bufan had no time to resist; his arms exploded, and both were covered in blood.

The iron sword flew out of his hands, piercing through the crowd and embedding itself in the Wu Stone at the center of the arena.

Another sharp metallic sound echoed as the iron sword and Wu Stone clashed, and the sword tip disappeared into the stone.

Bai Chen roared, "Who dares to stop me today? I will kill anyone who stands in my way!"

Whether it was the Iron Scroll Sect disciples or those brought by Long Tuxiao, they were all stunned.

After being at a disadvantage for two moves, Bai Chen turned the tide with one move. Zhuo Bufan was already bleeding from the ears and spitting blood, falling to the ground.

From then on, no one dared to block Bai Chen's path. The fire on his body gradually faded as he walked to the Wu Stone.

Grasping the sword tip still exposed, he pulled hard, and the iron sword was dragged out.

However, the precious Wu Stone shattered with the sword's pull.

"Ah... I'll fight you to the death!"

Zhuo Bufan, looking like a madman, rushed at Bai Chen, his arms already bleeding, but he was now snarling and clawing, not looking like he was injured.

Bai Chen kicked him with a heavy foot, and Zhuo Bufan was sent flying several yards away.

"Hand over the person, or I will start a massacre today!" Bai Chen held the iron sword, which, like his fiery iron shirt, glowed with a fiery light.

At this moment, two disciples brought Yuan Long to Bai Chen. The two disciples were full of fear, afraid that the enraged Bai Chen would strike them with his sword.

Zhuo Qingyan's gaze was cold, as if everything that had happened was unrelated to her.

"He is the one you want. Go, and never come back."

Bai Chen looked at the two disciples supporting Yuan Long, who struggled to lift his head and smiled weakly.

But Bai Chen slapped him, staring at him with a murderous intent: "Is your brain eaten by dogs? Next time, if you want to die, find a clean place to die. Don't drag Ah Lan into your suffering."

This slap completely broke Yuan Long's spirit. Bai Chen turned and looked at Zhuo Qingyan coldly: "Is there anything else?"

Zhuo Qingyan's face changed. She knew what Bai Chen was referring to.

However, if she handed over the involved disciples, the last bit of dignity of the Iron Scroll Sect would be lost.

"Zhuo Bufan, don't go too far!"

"Too far? There's even further. Do you want to see it?"

Zhuo Qingyan could no longer remain calm. Her beautiful eyes glared at Bai Chen.

Her gaze was not just anger but also pleading and hope.

However, Bai Chen was unmoved by Zhuo Qingyan's pleading. Mu Sansheng, unable to hold back, stepped forward and stood beside Zhuo Qingyan: "Then let's fight!"

"Life and death are trivial. If you don't agree, let's fight!" Bai Chen coldly waved the fiery iron sword.

This overwhelming killing intent frightened the Iron Scroll Sect disciples. This killing demon was merciless, and they were not prepared to sacrifice everything for the Iron Scroll Sect.

If the Iron Scroll Sect was united, Zhuo Qingyan would not have given up easily. However, seeing the cowardly attitude of the disciples, she sighed and saw no need to persist.

"Zhang Qu, do you admit your guilt?" Zhuo Qingyan looked at Zhang Qu.

"I... I did nothing wrong... I did nothing wrong!" Zhang Qu was already trembling, but he knew that if he admitted his mistake now, the madman would not spare him. He gritted his teeth and held on, hoping for support from his fellow disciples.

Bai Chen sneered: "I'm not here to discuss right and wrong; I'm here to kill!"

Bai Chen swung his fiery sword, and a crescent-shaped fire blade shot out. Zhang Qu looked down in shock, his lips trembling, wanting to beg for mercy, to admit his mistake, but he wanted to seek help more.

However, seeing his lower body slowly slide down, he knew he was doomed.

Seeing the terrified expressions of his fellow disciples and their fearful retreat, Zhang Qu's mouth spewed out a large amount of blood.

Being cut in half, this cruel method thoroughly frightened the Iron Scroll Sect disciples.

Zhang Qu was not dead yet, but everyone knew that death was just a matter of time.

Zhuo Qingyan closed her eyes, suppressing the anger in her heart.

Mu Sansheng's teeth were grinding, clearly trying to suppress his anger.

Long Tuxiao sighed, not gloating but feeling deeply regretful.

The Iron Scroll Sect was finished. They thought it would return to its former glory, but it was just a last flicker of light.

Bai Chen did not continue the slaughter, his gaze sweeping over the Iron Scroll Sect disciples, none of whom dared to meet his eyes.

A group of cowards, not worth killing.

Even Mu Sansheng and Zhuo Qingyan could not stabilize the morale of the defeated.

They all knew that the Iron Scroll Sect had lost, and lost badly.

Bai Chen took Yuan Long and turned to leave.

Mu Sansheng, looking at Bai Chen's back, suddenly shouted loudly: "Bai Chen, the humiliation of today will be repaid tenfold in the future!"

Bai Chen stopped, turned to look at Mu Sansheng, and Mu Sansheng's momentum suddenly waned. Seeing the killing intent in Bai Chen's eyes, his heart turned cold.

What if Bai Chen turned around and killed him?

Mu Sansheng began to regret his impulsive words.

However, all he received was Bai Chen's mocking smile, and Bai Chen turned and left with the Dragon Tiger Sect disciples.

Mu Sansheng's face was a mix of shame and anger. Bai Chen's smile and gaze were more unbearable than death.

He almost felt the disdainful gazes of his fellow disciples, making him even more ashamed.

Zhuo Qingyan sighed lightly: "Please, Senior, clean up the mess."

With that, she turned and left, her tone filled with disappointment and helplessness.

Long Tuxiao was satisfied with the outcome. Without excessive slaughter, the unexpected result was achieved.

The Iron Scroll Sect's sect treasure was taken, and the Wu Stone, which had been passed down for a hundred years, was shattered.

Although Zhuo Bufan had broken through to the innate realm, his mental state was broken, and he no longer posed a threat.

More importantly, the cohesion of the Iron Scroll Sect, like their Wu Stone, was shattered by Bai Chen.

The Iron Scroll Sect was now a setting sun, no longer posing any threat to the Dragon Tiger Sect.

Leaving the Iron Scroll Sect, the group was still on the street when they saw a group of cavalry galloping toward them, led by Zhao Mo.

As soon as Zhao Mo reached Bai Chen, he dismounted and quickly approached: "Bai Chen, something bad has happened."