The Strongest Sect of All Times

ing stone to hit stone, as injuring the enemy also injured themselves.

“It seems like victory and defeat won’t be decided within a short time.”

“It’s really strange, a Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice is unexpectedly well-matched with an Eighth Stage Martial Apprentice!”

“The fist arts that the Ironbone Sect disciple used are not of low quality, otherwise he would have been defeated.”

“The Holy Spring Sect disciple’s realm is higher and has boundless spirit energy.
Fighting a protracted battle will definitely be no issue to him.”

“The Ironbone Sect disciple’s hand is trembling.
In my opinion, these dozens of moves have consumed 70-80% of the spirit energy in his dantian cyclones.”

Shua!

Li Qingyang formed a blade palm and yelled, “I Cut!”

Xiu—

A crescent of line shot out. 

He… could still use the energy-type martial skill?

The various sect leaders who had been discussing saw the flowing light rush forward and were all shocked silly. 

“I Cut!”

“I Cut!”

Within an extremely short period of time, Li Qingyang raised his hand once more, and two more crescents of light shot forward.
He used his actions to ruthlessly slap the faces of these experts, telling them ‘my spiritual energy is still very sufficient’.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Mo Shangfei was on guard, avoiding the strikes with a step technique.
One after another, the three streams of light hit the flagstones, smashing them into powder. 

This time it was Li Qingyang who was unforgiving!

While his opponent ran away, Li QIngyang turned his body, constantly making the ‘I Cut’ posture like he was hitting a ping-pong ball and shooting crescent-shaped beams at the fleeing figure.

“…”

Watching the crescent moon-shaped beams of light flying through the air at different angles, Alliance Chief Qin and the other martial artists had all frozen. 

The exhausting energy-type martial skill was being used with a wave of the hand, this scene was too terrifying!

Although Mo Shangfei tried to avoid these beams of light by frantically changing positions, he was only able to avoid three.
Then, the following beams of light brutally struck his face, shoulder, hand, foot…

Putong!

Finally, after a beating, he collapsed on the ground.
Blood spurted from his face and his eyes rolled back as he fainted. 

The ‘I Cut’ that Li Qingyang formed wasn’t terribly strong, but he had violently bombarded his opponent.
Let alone an Eighth Stage Martial Apprentice, even a Ninth Stage Martial Apprentice wouldn’t be able to endure it. 

“He won!”

“Second Senior Brother won!”

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi jumped about excitedly. 

Although Lu Qianqian’s face remained emotionless, she was actually relieved in her heart. After returning, I must cultivate ‘I Cut’…

This woman was like Ye Xingchen, only interested in the Tendon Altering Sutra.
As for the Rupturing Fist and I Cut, she hadn’t started learning it even after receiving the manuals some time ago. 

Xiao Zuiji saw his senior brother win and gently raised his head, index fingering loosening from the trigger. 

He had been on high alert.
If the fight did not seem to be in Second Senior Brother’s favor a moment ago, he would definitely have assassinated Mo Shangfei.

“Junior Brother Ye.” Xiao Zuiji grinned, “Second Senior Brother won!”

“Tch.” 

Our aloof Sir Night Emperor was full of disdain.
“It’s just winning an Eighth Stage Martial Apprentice, is there a need to be so happy?”

His state of mind was calm because he had not integrated with the Ironbone Sect and did not have the sect’s sense of honor. 

Xiao Zuiji was different.
He acknowledged the Ironbone Sect, acknowledged the sect head, and acknowledged all his senior and junior brothers.
Therefore Li Qingyang’s victory brought him no less joy than his own victory would. 

“Aiya.”

Jun Changxiao stood up, sounding quite apologetic as he said, “Fists and feet do not have eyes; beating your honorable sect’s disciple into this state, I’m really a little embarrassed.”

The Holy Spring Sect disciples standing on the left were angered, hands moving to their sword hilts.

Lu Qianqian walked forward two steps, standing shoulder to shoulder with the sect head.
Her pale hands were also on her sword’s hilt, her eyes twinkling with a chilling intent. 

Guys, my Sister Qian is also quite an aggressive person!

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi also walked forward, their hands on the hilts of the Cold Edge Swords, not showing any weakness.

Xiao Zuiji used the 8x Scope to aim from afar, locking on to the head of the Holy Spring Sect disciple closest to his sect head.
So long as that disciple moved even one step, his head would immediately explode. 

With swords drawn and bows bent, the atmosphere was terribly heavy!