Chapter 11

Ah Hu looked utterly bewildered, clearly not understanding the profound intentions behind his young master's simple command.

However, he still carried out Yan Zhaoge's instructions without any discount.

Since no martial artists of the Grandmaster realm appeared from the other side, he did not intervene.

In fact, it turned out that the situation did not exceed Yan Zhaoge's expectations.

At the beginning, the younger generation of Guangcheng Mountain disciples were slightly at a disadvantage, but after Ye Jing and Sikong Qing arrived, the situation immediately reversed.

Both sides engaged in a group fight in Zhenlong Abyss, and as the fight progressed, they gradually fought with real fire, and various weapons began to appear.

Dazhiri Holy Sect was a holy sect on par with, or even surpassing, Guangcheng Mountain. Young martial artists at the Body Tempering realm dared to enter such a dangerous place like Zhenlong Abyss for training, naturally indicating that they were outstanding in talent and strength among their peers.

Their sects were also willing to invest heavily in them, each of them being wealthy, with at least one war weapon.

The most outstanding among them even had treasure weapons.

There were fewer than twenty Dazhiri Holy Sect disciples, but they had eight low-grade treasure weapons, which, when revealed, immediately stirred the spiritual energy, illuminating a hundred meters around.

Then...

These Dazhiri Holy Sect disciples were all stunned.

Because the sixteen Guangcheng Mountain disciples in front of them each had a treasure weapon, and some even had more than one!

In the next moment, a mountain-toppling and sea-overturning offensive overwhelmed them and the eight treasure weapons of Dazhiri Holy Sect, making them like small boats tossed about in a storm, seemingly on the verge of being submerged at any moment.

The Dazhiri Holy Sect disciples were so angry they spat blood: "Although Zhenlong Abyss is a place of great danger, Guangcheng Mountain is really too generous, isn't it? To give each person a treasure weapon!"

"Could they have a special mission this time? But if they have a special mission, why send disciples at the Body Tempering realm?"

"Could they be targeting us specifically?"

"Too many treasure weapons, a hero doesn't suffer a loss in front of the enemy, let's retreat and take revenge another day!"

The Dazhiri Holy Sect disciples fought while retreating, and Ye Jing, Sikong Qing, and others pursued them.

Compared to their current cultivation, the combat power enhancement brought by the treasure weapons was very significant, making it very difficult for the Dazhiri Holy Sect disciples to escape.

After a difficult retreat to their campsite in the center of the vortex, they were finally surrounded by the Guangcheng Mountain disciples again.

The Dazhiri Holy Sect disciple who captured the Light Spirit Cat sneered, "So, Guangcheng Mountain is against our Dazhiri Holy Sect?"

"This Light Spirit Cat is wild, not your pet. I caught it, so it naturally belongs to me. What right do you have to meddle?"

The Guangcheng Mountain female disciple who chased after the Light Spirit Cat shouted, "That little cat is close to me, I want to raise it!"

The other side snorted, "Is your name written on it?"

The girl was furious, "You..."

The leading Dazhiri Holy Sect disciple said coldly, "Provoking our Dazhiri Holy Sect over a magical beast, Guangcheng Mountain has really grown in recent years?"

"Don't forget who is the first holy sect of the Eight Great Worlds!"

The Guangcheng Mountain disciples frowned slightly. Although the major holy sects were on par, there were still differences in strength. Dazhiri Holy Sect was indeed powerful at present, and its style was strong and domineering.

The Dazhiri Holy Sect disciple said, "You are all new disciples of Guangcheng Mountain, right? Can you bear the responsibility of causing a conflict between the two major holy sects?"

Sikong Qing's ice sword in her hand stirred up a storm of frost, pinning down the other side's treasure weapon: "A full-scale conflict between the two major holy sects, I, a junior disciple at the Body Tempering realm, naturally can't bear the responsibility. What I can manage is only the sword in my hand."

She seemed to be conceding, but the phrase "junior disciple at the Body Tempering realm" made the other side's face burn.

"I am a junior disciple at the Body Tempering realm and can't bear this responsibility, and so are you. What right do you have to pull the tiger's skin?"

Conflicts between junior disciples of Dazhiri Holy Sect and Guangcheng Mountain were not uncommon, with both sides having their victories. Unless it was a major issue, it wouldn't easily alarm the upper echelons. In the eyes of the elders, it was considered a form of training for the junior disciples.

Losing a martial arts competition and losing face could be regained in the same way, without easily resorting to major conflicts.

A full-scale clash between two major powers involved too many factors, and with other holy sects and forces watching, it wouldn't happen easily.

But once a conflict erupted, it would be grand and sweeping.

Ye Jing sneered, "When your Dazhiri Holy Sect disciples can't fight, they only compare backgrounds and support?"

In recent years, Dazhiri Holy Sect had been dominant, and its disciples were indeed outstanding in cultivation and strength. They were used to being domineering, especially the newly admitted disciples, who acted without restraint, gradually starting to look down on the descendants of other holy sects like Guangcheng Mountain.

In conflicts between junior disciples in recent years, Dazhiri Holy Sect had generally won more than lost. Suddenly suffering a major setback, they felt more disbelief.

The Dazhiri Holy Sect disciple, caught off guard by his words, was squeezed by Ye Jing and Sikong Qing. He was also straightforward and coldly snorted, "Hey, you brought more treasure weapons today. If you have the ability, bury us all in Zhenlong Abyss. Otherwise, this grudge will be avenged another day. Do you think our Dazhiri Holy Sect doesn't have a dozen or so low-grade treasure weapons?"

The Guangcheng Mountain disciples sneered, "Did you win us without using treasure weapons?"

The Dazhiri Holy Sect disciples were frustrated. Without using treasure weapons, they were only slightly at a disadvantage. Who would have thought that once weapons were used, the disadvantage became even greater, and they were beaten like dogs, making it hard to escape.

The Guangcheng Mountain disciples were elated, "We all have to thank Brother Yan. The feeling of overwhelming the enemy with equipment is indeed great!"

Just as they were talking, the treasure weapons in Ye Jing and others' hands suddenly trembled.

Not just him, all the treasure weapons in the hands of the Guangcheng Mountain disciples trembled, as if warning them.

In the next moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone without any warning.

All around him, it seemed as if millions of golden needles lit up, dazzling and blinding.

Reacting instinctively, the treasure weapons of Ye Jing, Sikong Qing, and others surged with spiritual energy, pressing towards the person.

In the flash of golden light, the sixteen treasure weapons, along with their owners, were all pushed back!

Those needle-like golden lights, like solid metal, made contact with the treasure weapons, producing a piercing sound.

The Guangcheng Mountain disciples felt that a light prick from those needle-like lights caused their surging blood to suddenly stop, their cultivation melting like snow in the sun, unable to continue.

As the light faded, a young man in a white robe with golden edges stood proudly before everyone.

He stood there without any pretense, but an invisible aura filled the surroundings, suppressing everyone.

This person seemed like a black hole, generating a huge suction force, making the Guangcheng Mountain disciples unable to retreat, instead being drawn closer to him.

The low-grade treasure weapons of the Guangcheng Mountain disciples, which had been knocked out of their hands in the previous attack, now lay on the ground, emitting a faint light.

The Guangcheng Mountain disciples tried to call back their treasure weapons, but the weapons on the ground trembled and could not move, clearly being forcibly suppressed by the other side.

The young man, with his hands behind his back, said indifferently, "I am Chao Yuanlong of Dazhiri Holy Sect. Who is the Grandmaster leading your Guangcheng Mountain this time?"