After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

This time, the black-clad men arrived in great numbers, filling the entire courtyard. Their gazes were grim as they stared at the bodies scattered across the ground, but surprisingly, faced with such a bloody scene, they didn't act rashly. Instead, the leader began to appeal to Mu Huaisheng's emotions and reason, using their old friendship to persuade him to surrender the Jade Blood Sword Technique.

"Big Brother..." The man who came was about thirty years old, with an extremely handsome face. Due to his long years of cultivation, time did not seem to have left many marks on his face. He even looked a dozen years younger than Mu Huaisheng. If he was said to be Mu Huaisheng's junior, no one would have suspected it.

However, in response to this call, Mu Huaisheng replied coldly with one word: "Get lost!" Before he finished speaking, he had already swung the long sword in his hand, as fast as lightning. With a "swish", the tip of the sword instantly pierced the collar of the man in front of him.

"Why don't you hide?" Mu Huaisheng frowned slightly, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and he asked with a smile. At this moment, his expression was both angry and a little resentful.

The handsome young man whose clothes were torn showed a look of panic on his face, and hurriedly shouted again: "Senior Brother, I was wrong!" At this time, although the men in black surrounding them seemed to have surrounded Mu Huaisheng and others, they actually just stayed put and did not attack.

At the same time, Mu Huaisheng's hidden guards cleverly took advantage of the enemy's observation and quietly moved behind the black-clad men. With a few slashes of their swords, many of the black-clad men's necks were quietly cut. Under the cover of the pitch-black night, this series of assassinations went unnoticed.

Mu Huaisheng stood there quietly, motionless like a statue, his deep eyes staring indifferently at the handsome middle-aged man in front of him, as if he were watching a farce that had nothing to do with him. The middle-aged man had a flattering look on his face, and he kept telling Mu Huaisheng about his unfortunate experience: "Big Brother, you must help me! My cultivation is very low. From the beginning to now, I have only cultivated for a few years. I have always been obsessed with the Jade Blood Sword Technique and dreamed of learning this peerless skill. But since you left, those martial artists have been bullying me all day long and don't take me seriously at all!" After that, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, trying to win Mu Huaisheng's sympathy.

However, facing the middle-aged man's crying and pleading, Mu Huaisheng responded coldly: "Shut up! Don't call me Big Brother anymore. You have already expelled yourself from the sect and have nothing to do with us anymore!"

Hearing this, the smile on the middle-aged man's face froze instantly, replaced by a hint of panic and uneasiness. However, he was still unwilling to give up and explained carefully: "Master...Mr. Mu, I was indeed wrong in what happened back then, but I had no choice! I knew that my cultivation was low, and I was afraid that it would implicate my fellow disciples, so I had to leave the sect. But please believe me, since I left the mountain gate, I have never done anything that would harm others!"

At that moment, a mysterious figure in black suddenly appeared from the side, a sharp dagger clutched in his hand. With a flash of cold light, it was already pressed against the handsome man's neck. The man in black threatened fiercely, "Mu Huaisheng, if you know what's good for you, hand over the Jade Blood Sword Technique immediately. Otherwise, you will witness the death of this good junior brother of yours today!"

Mu Huaisheng slowly closed his eyes, his heavy eyelids as if carrying a heavy burden, making it difficult for him to open them. He couldn't bear to witness the tragic scene of his junior apprentice being killed, and his heart was filled with pain and helplessness. However, just a moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he roared, "Then let's fight!" Before he finished speaking, he saw his figure flash, and he quickly turned over like a ghost, the long sword in his hand flashing with a cold light, stabbing straight at his junior apprentice.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze. The younger disciple's face was filled with astonishment. To his death, he could not believe that the elder brother, who had once treated him with such care and love, would personally thrust the cold tip of his sword into his heart. His eyes widened in disbelief and despair, his mouth slightly parted as if about to question something, but ultimately, no sound emanated. He died with hatred in his heart, his eyes wide open. Perhaps, in his final moments, he had anticipated this fate. Since leaving his master, he had embarked on a path of no return, committing countless evil deeds. The only reason these crimes hadn't been widely publicized was because he was relatively unknown.

As Mu Huaisheng thrust his sword, a thrilling melee erupted. Not only did his sword pierce the junior apprentice's body, it also injured the man holding him hostage. The man screamed, blood splattering everywhere. But Mu Huaisheng didn't stop there. He swung his sword again, killing the man instantly.

At this moment, chaos reigned all around. The secret guards, also clad in black, were practically identical to the surrounding black-clad individuals. For a moment, it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe. Many black-clad individuals fell in the melee, unsure why, some even mistakenly believing their own men had suddenly switched sides.

"Oh no! There are accomplices! Mu Huaisheng has accomplices infiltrated our ranks, and we've already killed many of them..." A man in black shouted in fear. However, before he could finish his words, they were cut short as a flash of sword light slashed through his throat, and he fell to the ground dead instantly.

"Can't you tell friend from foe? Then treat us all as enemies!" A furious shout suddenly rang out, resonating like thunder in everyone's ears. In an instant, companions who had once fought side by side turned against each other. Swords clashed, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. In this moment, everyone fought frantically for their lives, no one cared about anything else. Even the feared Mu Huaisheng and his sword seemed to have lost their former brilliance and intimidation.

As the slaughter continued, the shadow of death gradually enveloped everyone. Finally, when most had collapsed in a pool of blood, a few who had regained their composure, as if awakening from a dream, shouted, "Take off your veils, so we can distinguish friend from foe!" However, the situation was already out of control. Some, blinded by the bloodlust, ignored any warnings and continued like madmen, hacking and stabbing anyone they encountered, completely lost in a frenzy. Finally, wounded and exhausted, they collapsed to the ground and breathed their last.

Those who still had a shred of sanity quickly tore off their scarves and rushed towards the chaos. They rushed left and right, finally finding a gap and fleeing the battlefield without looking back.

"Don't pursue this desperate enemy!" Tang Qi, who had been observing the ferocious battle with aloof eyes, finally called out. Upon receiving the order, the secret guards immediately halted their pursuit and turned back to clearing out the remaining men in black. For a moment, shouts of killing and the clang of metal resounded throughout the courtyard. After the fierce battle, the courtyard was littered with corpses, and blood flowed slowly like a river, staining the temple grounds a horrifying crimson.