Black Tiger Hall? Unidentified forces?
Xu Nian’s expression turned grave as he looked at the System reminder. If it were Black Tiger Hall, I wouldn’t be too worried. But these unidentified forces are sowhat unexpected. Does this an Black Tiger Hall has collaborated with forces outside Liang City? Just to take over our Profound Yellow Sect? There’s definitely a problem!
Xu Nian furrowed his eyebrows, sitting on the cushion and seriously contemplating the impending surprise attack tonight. If Black Tiger Hall had joined forces with the Fish Dragon Gang, I wouldn’t have much to say. But Black Tiger Hall’s helpers are these unidentified forces from outside. Does the Fish Dragon Gang know about this? If the Fish Dragon Gang was aware, Black Tiger Hall probably wouldn’t allow them to continue existing in Liang City, right? In that case, doesn’t it an the Fish Dragon Gang has already...
Xu Nian’s face grew even uglier, a sense of perplexity about this unidentified force rising within him. Besides being the Sect Leader, I am also the seventh prince of the Great Qian Dynasty. What if this unidentified force knows my identity and is specifically targeting , the seventh prince? This is very troubleso. It seems tonight’s battle really requires my full attention.
...
At the mountain gate of the Profound Yellow Sect.
Dayti Alms, who was drawing architectural plans, suddenly heard a commotion and looked up towards the mountain gate.
He saw a man, covered in blood and with only one arm remaining, frantically fleeing up the mountain. Several n in black clothes, wielding long sabers with murderous intent, were chasing him.
"Save !"
"I am Zhao Xiongtu, leader of the Fish Dragon Gang! I know your Sect Leader Xu! Please save !"
Yes! This blood-covered man was indeed Zhao Xiongtu, the sa one who had previously arrived to swagger and show off his power. But now, he had completely lost the deanor of a gang leader.
The ones pursuing him were disciples of Black Tiger Hall.
He knows the Sect Leader?
Dayti Alms stood up and turned. "Construction Team, grab your weapons! Kill those n in black!"
"Finally, sothing to do! Not being able to go down the mountain these past few days was killing ."
"Seniors, I just arrived today. Can soone tell what’s going on?"
"I’m new too, please show the ropes!"
"Enough chit-chat! Just follow Boss Dayti Alms and fight! If you die, reincarnate and fight again!"
"..."
Imdiately, the players assigned to the construction task rushed over. More than thirty of them directly blocked the mountain gate.
"Bro, don’t worry, I’m here to save you!"
Dayti Alms, wielding a long saber, leaped out.
The cold light of his long saber flashed brilliantly as he brought it down on one of the Black Tiger Hall disciples.
CLANG!
The strike was blocked.
However, feeling the force and aura from Dayti Alms, the Black Tiger Hall disciple’s eyebrows knitted together.
Indeed. There’s sothing wrong with the people inside the Profound Yellow Sect. There are actually Ninth-Grade Martial Artists here, and we didn’t even know about it.
The Black Tiger Hall disciple was thinking of retreating to report this information, but when he ca to his senses, he found himself surrounded by seven or eight people.
And almost all of these seven or eight people were unmistakably Ninth-Grade Martial Artists.
What’s going on? How did so many Ninth-Grade Martial Artists suddenly appear in the Profound Yellow Sect?
"I’m from Black Tiger Hall! If you Profound Yellow Sect don’t want to be wiped out, hand over Zhao Xiongtu to us!" The Black Tiger Hall disciple’s expression was ugly as he invoked his backing.
"Black Tiger Hall? The force that’s about to attack us?"
Dayti Alms raised an eyebrow. "So, you guys are the Red-Nad Monsters we need to deal with? Should’ve said so earlier instead of wasting our breath!"
Red-Nad Monster? What’s that?
The confused Black Tiger Hall disciple watched as seven or eight sabers chopped down towards him, a sudden chill gripping his heart. These Profound Yellow Sect people disregard martial virtue! Isn’t it supposed to be one-on-one duels between Ninth-Grade Martial Artists? Why are a bunch of them ganging up on him alone?
"Hahaha, I landed the killing blow! A direct reward of five Contribution Points! That’s worth more than the mobs in Black Wind Stronghold."
Hearing this, the other players were green with envy.
Then... they turned their heads towards the few Black Tiger Hall disciples being sward by others.
"Hey, hold your blades! That one’s mine!"
"Bro, give a chance! I haven’t earned any Contribution Points yet! Please, I beg you, let get the last hit!"
"Dayti Alms, you actually stole a kill! That’s going too far!"
"When Contribution Points are on the line, it’s all about skill!"
"..."
Zhao Xiongtu, sitting paralyzed under a tree, watched the Black Tiger Hall disciples being hacked to death by over thirty people and couldn’t help but gulp.
Is this really the Profound Yellow Sect? When I ca yesterday, there was hardly anyone in the Profound Yellow Sect. It’s only been a day; how has everyone in the Profound Yellow Sect beco so ferocious? Are Ninth-Grade Martial Artists free or sothing?
There were only four disciples from Black Tiger Hall, and over thirty players nearly went berserk fighting over the Contribution Points.
If Dayti Alms hadn’t stopped them, the players might have started fighting amongst themselves.
"Damn, I didn’t even get a scrap!"
"It’s all that bastard Dayti Alms’ fault! Sneakily stealing our Contribution Points—he’s too vicious!"
"No, I have to kill him today! I can’t take it anymore!"
"Let’s go now! I’m not joining the Construction Team anymore! From today, I’m part of the Sword Team!"
"..."
Just as Dayti Alms managed to restrain the players, secretly delighted at having made a killing, he suddenly felt a piercing pain. His health bar dropped by half.
Huh? What’s going on?
Turning around, he saw more than a dozen players with sabers descending upon him.
"Damn it, you guys have no honor!"
Dayti Alms uttered his last words in grief and then directly entered reincarnation.
Zhao Xiongtu, witnessing this scene from under the tree, felt a maelstrom of shock and terror.
Are these really Profound Yellow Sect mbers? Weren’t they just fighting together against Black Tiger Hall? How did they suddenly turn on each other, even hacking one of their own to death? Ah, this...
Watching the players scatter, Zhao Xiongtu felt the world spin.
Hey, you guys forgot about ! I can still be saved, give a chance!
A wave of dizziness struck him. Zhao Xiongtu, clinging to his last shred of consciousness, crawled forward a short distance before collapsing to the ground.
"Hey, why is there soone passed out here?"
"Are you stupid? We saved this NPC. He seems to be an acquaintance of the Sect Leader."
"He looks like he’s about to die. Should we bury him?"
"If you don’t mind the work, go ahead and bury him. I’m not going to. I say we just leave him. If he croaks, we can loot the body. What if we get lucky?"
"He’s such an eyesore. Who’s going to drag him out of here? We still need to do construction there later."
"..."
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