Chapter 14

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As Yan Zhaoge's gaze swept over them, the group of Dari Shengzong disciples all trembled and snapped back to their senses.

"Zhenlong Yuan, is it unlucky for me?" Yan Zhaoge smiled at them.

The face of the Dari Shengzong disciple who had spoken up immediately turned even worse than crying.

"Slap!" "Slap!"

Two crisp sounds echoed as the two Dari Shengzong disciples who had spoken up for Chao Yuanlong each received a slap on the face, causing their skin to split and bleed.

Yan Zhaoge stood in place, a short bamboo branch now in his right hand, which he gently tapped against his left palm.

The Dari Shengzong disciples gathered together, looking at Yan Zhaoge, "You..."

"I have no interest in bullying the weak, but the premise is that certain people don't seek trouble themselves," Yan Zhaoge said calmly. "I am very magnanimous and usually don't hold grudges, so I like to resolve issues on the spot."

"You don't need to stare at me; this is still light. You should be more worried about whether Chao Yuanlong will blame you when he wakes up and regains his senses."

"Next time, think before you speak. If the name Zhenlong is truly unlucky, it should first apply to Chao Yuanlong."

"My Qinglong in the Sleeve is just a move name, but it is his real name."

The crowd from Guangcheng Mountain burst into laughter, and the other Dari Shengzong disciples looked at them with disgust. The two disciples who had been hit immediately turned pale, opened their mouths, but couldn't make a sound.

Yan Zhaoge waved his hand, and the numerous treasure weapons flew again, landing in front of Sikong Qing, Ye Jing, and others.

Seeing this, the eight Dari Shengzong disciples subconsciously gripped the lower-grade treasure weapons in their hands.

Yan Zhaoge said indifferently, "I'm not like Chao Yuanlong. I don't care about the eight lower-grade treasure weapons, but some other things..."

As he spoke, Yan Zhaoge's gaze fell on a young Dari Shengzong disciple, whose eyes immediately flickered.

His expression was somewhat conflicted, as if he wanted to crush the small cat in his hand to show his resolve, but he was ultimately intimidated by Yan Zhaoge's aura and didn't dare to.

Yan Zhaoge glanced at him, smiled, and grabbed the air with his left hand.

The Light Spirit Cat immediately broke free from the young man's hand. He felt his fingers go limp, unable to muster any strength, let alone crush the cat. Even moving his fingers was difficult.

The small Light Spirit Cat, however, felt no abnormality, flying through the air and landing in Yan Zhaoge's hand.

With a surge of Inner Qi, the cat's neck wound stopped bleeding. Yan Zhaoge casually tossed it to his fellow disciple.

The young girl held the Light Spirit Cat, feeling both delighted and heartbroken.

"Slap!"

Another crisp sound echoed as Yan Zhaoge's bamboo branch sent the young man who had grabbed the Light Spirit Cat flying.

"That Light Spirit Cat is my junior sister's, and it belongs to Guangcheng Mountain," Yan Zhaoge held the bamboo branch, which bent slightly in front of him. "I said that."

"Any problems?"

The Dari Shengzong disciples all lowered their heads slightly, remaining silent.

Yan Zhaoge said nonchalantly, "I know you're not convinced. Chao Yuanlong couldn't beat me, and you can't either, but that doesn't mean all Dari Shengzong martial artists can't beat me."

"But at least, here and now, you have no choice but to accept it."

Pride is easily broken, and those who have experienced little hardship often go to extremes. The Dari Shengzong disciples were thoroughly demoralized by Yan Zhaoge, their gazes becoming dim and helpless.

Yan Zhaoge pointed with the bamboo branch, "You have no place in this vortex center. Take Chao Yuanlong and get out."

Although the Dari Shengzong disciples were demoralized and their pride was crushed, they all glared at Yan Zhaoge upon hearing this.

"This vortex center is so large, why can't we stay?"

"Chao Senior Brother is unconscious. If he is taken to a place with thick black mist, he might not be able to withstand it!"

"Brother Yan, isn't Guangcheng Mountain being a bit too much? Do you really think we Dari Shengzong are easy to bully?"

Even the Guangcheng Mountain disciples, upon hearing Yan Zhaoge's words, felt somewhat surprised.

Zhenlong Yuan is a dangerous place, and a stable vortex center is rare. The current area is very large. Although the two groups are not on good terms, they could each occupy one side and avoid each other.

Yan Zhaoge directly knocked Chao Yuanlong unconscious and beat the other Dari Shengzong disciples until their faces were bloody, which could be considered the result of a sparring match between young disciples.

But directly driving Chao Yuanlong and the others out of the vortex center was indeed a bit arrogant.

After all, although the Guangcheng Mountain disciples were unwilling to admit it, their sect was still slightly weaker than Dari Shengzong in terms of influence.

Yan Zhaoge, however, acted as if nothing was wrong, rhythmically tapping the bamboo branch against his left palm, his gaze fixed on the faces of the Dari Shengzong disciples, with a hint of undisguised mockery.

With Chao Yuanlong unconscious, the leading Dari Shengzong disciple took a deep breath and whispered to his fellow disciples, "Let's not suffer a loss here. Let's go!"

Unlike when facing Sikong Qing and Ye Jing, where they still made threats, the Dari Shengzong disciples all remained silent and lowered their heads, with a few of them carrying Chao Yuanlong, retreating in a disheveled manner.

But everyone knew they wouldn't give up. They would return with reinforcements in the future.

Someone watched the retreating figures of the Dari Shengzong disciples and said in a low voice, "Why not just leave them here to avoid future trouble? After all, this is Zhenlong Yuan..."

The others were all taken aback upon hearing this.

Yan Zhaoge didn't speak, but Ah Hu's tall figure appeared beside him, scratching his ear and flicking his finger, "You're quite ruthless, kid. I like you."

"But, will my young master be afraid of them reporting and seeking reinforcements?"

The disciple remained silent, while the others all clicked their tongues.

Ah Hu, getting carried away, chuckled, "Actually, the real reason is that my young master seems to be in a good mood today."

"If he were in a bad mood, he would take it out on people, and he might really bury Chao Yuanlong and those few guys here."

Everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare. At this moment, Yan Zhaoge's voice echoed in Ah Hu's ear, "Ah Hu, I'm deducting your monthly allowance this month."

Ah Hu's eyes widened, "Young Master, no!"

"Just as you said, when I'm in a bad mood, I take it out on people."

"Heaven, Young Master, you are always wise, mighty, noble, and benevolent..."

Ignoring Ah Hu's repeated pleas, the Guangcheng Mountain disciples, though somewhat worried about the future actions of Dari Shengzong, were mostly filled with excitement and joy. They looked at Yan Zhaoge with admiration and reverence.

With a wave of his hand and a flick of his finger, Yan Zhaoge had easily defeated Chao Yuanlong, who was at the same cultivation level, with ease.

Chao Yuanlong was not an ordinary Inner Qi Master but a direct descendant of Dari Shengzong, an outstanding figure among his peers and among martial artists of the same level. He was a rising star in the entire Eight Extremes World.

How many martial artists of the same level could claim to defeat Chao Yuanlong so easily?

Some disciples who had been in the sect longer looked at Yan Zhaoge with both doubt and admiration, "I never realized that Brother Yan was so strong. Could it be that he has been holding back all this time?"

"Cough, demeanor, demeanor, maintain the demeanor of a high-level expert, have style!" Yan Zhaoge reminded himself while fully accepting the admiration and reverence of the others.

Although Qinglong in the Sleeve was originally the special skill of the body's original owner, if not for Yan Zhaoge's improvements, it would not have achieved such a glorious victory.

After incorporating the sword intent of the Taiji Cloud Dragon Sword, a technique from the Divine Palace of his previous life, the Qinglong in the Sleeve underwent a complete transformation.

As for using a bamboo branch as a weapon, it was naturally to achieve a cool effect while not going overboard.

However, the plan to show off together and fly high seemed to have been completed by himself...

"The effect is good, keep it up." Yan Zhaoge nodded in satisfaction.

A fellow disciple hesitated and asked, "Brother Yan, since we can't completely get rid of those Dari Shengzong people, why did you choose to drive them away and make things worse?"

Yan Zhaoge said indifferently, "Because I'm in a good mood."

The other disciple was speechless, staring at him in shock.

Yan Zhaoge smiled, said no more, and snapped his fingers. Ah Hu immediately set up the inner crystal furnace he had brought with great effort at the edge of the vortex center.

As Ah Hu had said, Yan Zhaoge was indeed in a very good mood today. He lightly patted the inner crystal furnace and looked at the deep valley, "A place where the nine calamities converge, found without much effort."

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