Chapter 3906 — T017 Double Eleven Special Chapter 4: The Mortal Realm
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Yet the more Bronze-Robed Heavenly Venerate thought it over, the more he began to regret it.
On his last visit here he had taken a nasty tumble; this time, out of caution, he had even contacted He Dantou of the Overseas Cultivators' Association and some fine hands from He Dantou's alliance center. But now, thinking it over, it had been utterly superfluous—a few men of the Iron-Robed Sect could have handled this easily on their own. Why hand the spoils to He Dantou and his lot?
After all, this place was, at any rate, Wei Zhao's lair. Since his women were all here, there would surely be no shortage of resources and treasures. Better to finish the business before He Dantou arrived—the Iron-Robed Sect, in the midst of rebuilding, was in direst need of resources right now, and there was no sense in letting outsiders reap the benefit for nothing.
"Uncle-Master, and you two senior brothers—no need to waste words on them. Let's get to it!" Bronze-Robed Heavenly Venerate shot the others a meaningful look.
The Iron-Robed Ancestor and the rest caught on at once and settled into their stances, ready to strike.
"Ha! For a grand ancient sect like the Iron-Robed Sect, you certainly put on quite the airs—so you mean to overwhelm the few with the many, is that it?" Wu Chengtian could not help but laugh at the sight.
At those words, the Iron-Robed Ancestor and the others flushed to the ears. They were, after all, venerable elders of the Iron-Robed Sect, held in high esteem—and to gang up, four against two, on youngsters like Qiu Lingshan and Wu Chengtian was a tale that would not sound at all good were it ever to get out.
Bronze-Robed Heavenly Venerate hastily came to the rescue: "Hmph! To deal with a pair of Wei Zhao's running dogs, do we really need to stand on the niceties of the Jianghu? To die at our hands is more honor than your ancestors ever earned!"
"Is that so? Since you mean to overwhelm the few with the many, then I'd like to see just who has more people." Qiu Lingshan smiled at that and gave a light clap of her hands. At the sound, four figures flashed out from behind the door.
Those four were Chen Yuxuan, Feng Tianlong, Pi Zhifeng, and Pi Zhitao.
The jaws of Bronze-Robed Heavenly Venerate and his party dropped so wide you could have stuffed two eggs into each of their mouths. Damn it all—these four were all Heaven-Tier Great Perfection masters!
Even when they had first heard the news that the Iron-Robed Sect had been wiped out by Wei Zhao, their faces had never worn such grotesque shock as this. Holy hell, had the world gone mad? Had Heaven-Tier Great Perfection masters become cabbages, scattered all over the ground?
Watching the fools' expressions on those faces, Qiu Lingshan and the other five could not help but exchange smiles. Ever since Bronze-Robed Heavenly Venerate's last visit, they had changed the daily two-person rotation to a six-person one—and this was the day they had been waiting for!
As for why they were all Heaven-Tier Great Perfection, that was naturally thanks to Wei Zhao. Just before the Cloud-Tier Island plan set out, he had specially procured a great batch of Qi-Gathering Pills and raised everyone around him to Heaven-Tier Great Perfection before he was satisfied enough to stop.
Otherwise, given Wei Zhao's habitual caution, how could he ever have felt at ease abandoning these people and going off to Cloud-Tier Island alone?
At this very moment, the Iron-Robed Ancestor and his whole gang were scared witless, while that clown Zhen Yingjun had outright wet himself in his fright, sprawled on the ground in a spreading puddle.
What should have been a fine four-against-two setup had in an instant become four against six. What the hell were they supposed to do now?