Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Uh..."

With a muffled groan, Huo Du had been struck in the left rib by Duan Zhengchun's palm! He staggered and fell to the side!

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun was seen to be on the other side of Huo Du in the blink of an eye, and kicked Huo Du on the shoulder!

Underestimating his opponent, Huo Du became like a roly-poly toy, unleashed by a barrage of attacks from all sides by Duan Zhengchun!

After a dozen or so muffled groans, Huo Du collapsed to the ground, his face bruised and swollen. Just as he was about to get up and continue his counterattack, Duan Zhengchun's broken sword was already at his neck!

Upon seeing this scene, all of Huo Du's men panicked, staring in horror at Duan Zhengchun holding the broken sword, completely at a loss.

"Are you convinced?"

Duan Zhengchun looked down at Huo Du, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked a cold question.

"I refuse to accept this! The martial arts you just used were not from the Quanzhen Sect!"

Huo Du, his head swollen like a pig's, looked up at Duan Zhengchun and said fiercely.

"That's why I say you're arrogant, conceited, and short-sighted! The martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect are vast and profound; how could a coward like you possibly have witnessed them all?!"

"You've already lost! Whether you admit it or not! With just the slightest movement right now, I can take your life!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at Huo Du expressionlessly, his voice icy cold.

"No! No!"

"Young hero, if you spare my life, I'll take my junior brother down the mountain right now!"

At this moment, Darba quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and hurriedly begged Duan Zhengchun to stop.

"But he seems really unconvinced?"

"If you want to save him, you have to beg me!"

Duan Zhengchun sneered, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword pressed down on Huo Du's neck. The sharp blade had already cut through the flesh of Huo Du's neck, and a trickle of blood seeped out.

"Then I'll beg you!"

"Please don't kill my junior brother, please don't kill my junior brother..."

As soon as Duan Zhengchun finished speaking, Darba actually knelt down on the ground and began to beg Duan Zhengchun to spare Huo Du.

Looking at the almost dazed Darba, Duan Zhengchun frowned and hesitated before looking down at Huo Du, who was already covered in sweat.

Facing his senior brother who was kneeling and begging for mercy, Huo Du's face showed no gratitude whatsoever, but rather some disgust and disdain, as if he felt he had lost all face.

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, tightened his grip on his wrist, and said coldly, "If you want to live, kowtow three times to the gates of the Quanzhen Sect now, or I'll kill you right now!"

Hearing Duan Zhengchun's threat, Huo gritted his teeth and tried to struggle, but after feeling the blood flowing from the wound on his neck, he could only compromise in the end, suppressing the humiliation in his heart and unwillingly kowtowing three times.

Duan Zhengchun sneered, finally slowly sheathing his sword and coldly watching Huo Du, who had gotten up in a disheveled state.

"Junior brother, are you alright?!"

Seeing that Duan Zhengchun had finally stopped, Darba, who was kneeling on the ground, hurriedly got up and came to Huo Du's side, asking him with concern.

Huo Du flung Darba aside, glaring fiercely at Duan Zhengchun with eyes full of resentment.

Just then, several of Huo Du's men suddenly rushed out from the crowd and charged directly at Duan Zhengchun!

Duan Zhengchun's expression changed slightly. Suddenly, he rushed out from beside Huo Du like lightning. After several flashes of sword light, those people fell directly into a pool of blood, without even having time to let out a scream!

Huo Du, standing frozen in place, nervously swallowed, his hands trembling slightly at his sides. At that moment, he was standing back to back with Duan Zhengchun, who was very close to him.

He could almost smell the powerful killing intent emanating from Duan Zhengchun! Only then did he realize that Duan Zhengchun hadn't used his full strength at all.

Huo Du's men retreated like startled birds, no one daring to make a move again.

"Aren't you going to get out of here?!"

Duan Zhengchun said coldly, his broken sword already sheathed.

In fact, based solely on Huo Du's status as a prince of the Mongol Kingdom, it would have been impossible for him to leave Zhongnan Mountain alive, let alone the fact that he was a disciple of the Vajra Sect!

But Duan Zhengchun ultimately held back, because if Huo Du really was a prince of the Mongol Kingdom, once he died in Zhongnan Mountain, it wouldn't be long before the Mongol army would flatten Zhongnan Mountain, bringing an unavoidable catastrophe to the Quanzhen Sect and the innocent people below the mountain!

He can't do that!

So he chose to endure it.

Huo Du gritted his teeth, glanced up at the gate of the Quanzhen Sect, and quickly turned around to leave with his men.

He understood the profound meaning of the proverb "Where there's life, there's hope," even though he was Mongolian.

However, just as Huo Du was about to leave with a large group of people, two figures happened to arrive from afar and appeared near the Guest Pavilion.

The leader was a robust middle-aged man, accompanied by a handsome young man.

Huo Du could tell at a glance that the middle-aged man was highly skilled in martial arts and was no ordinary person, so he subconsciously slowed down and carefully examined him.

The middle-aged man happened to be looking at him, and as their eyes met, Huo Du immediately saw a calm and domineering aura in the other man's eyes.

"Where did you rabble of idiots come from? Get out of here!"

A sharp shout came, and Zhao Zhijing suddenly stepped out from the stone steps, pointing angrily at the middle-aged man walking straight towards the steps.

Duan Zhengchun had just stolen the show, and he didn't want to fall behind; otherwise, how could he, as the senior disciple, stand up to the other disciples?

"Why is this Taoist priest speaking so rudely?! I wonder where I have offended you?!"

The middle-aged man's face darkened. He first clasped his hands in a salute and then asked a question without hesitation.

"You audacious lecher, how dare you shout?! What do you think my Quanzhen Sect is?! Since when did it become your place to frequently come here and cause trouble?!"

"Take him!"

Without giving a word, Zhao Zhijing completely disregarded the middle-aged man and, without asking any questions, loudly issued the order.

As soon as he finished speaking, several of Wang Chuyi's disciples stepped forward, intending to attack the middle-aged man.

"You stinking Taoist priest! How dare you speak to my Uncle Guo like that?!"

"You're the lecherous thief, your whole family are lecherous thieves!"

The boy following behind the middle-aged man pointed at Zhao Zhijing, who was inexplicably cursing, and retorted with a couple of curses of his own.

"Guo'er?! How dare you be rude!"

The middle-aged man was taken aback and quickly turned around to stop the boy behind him.

But before he could turn around, the Quanzhen Sect disciples had already approached him and suddenly attacked him together!

"Masters, what is the meaning of this? What exactly has happened?"

"Why resort to violence over a mere disagreement?!"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then fought back while loudly asking questions.

Despite being surrounded by several disciples, the middle-aged man remained calm and easily deflected all their attacks, focusing solely on defense without launching any offensive moves.

"Uncle Guo, hit them harder! Beat them to death! Let's see if they still dare to be so arrogant!"

The boy hid to the side, clapping and cheering while laughing and fanning the flames.

Standing on the stone steps, Zhao Zhijing watched as his fellow disciples were unable to subdue the middle-aged man, and the young man continued to mock him. Feeling humiliated, he frowned and suddenly leaped up, attacking the young man with a palm strike!

Duan Zhengchun stood silently to the side, coldly watching everything unfold before him. When he saw Zhao Zhijing actually attack the boy, his expression changed. He was about to intervene but immediately stopped.

The middle-aged man who was fighting with the disciples suddenly showed a hint of anger when he saw Zhao Zhijing sneak attack the boy he brought. He then forced back the disciples and took the opportunity to snatch the sword and scabbard from one of them!

In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man rushed in front of Zhao Zhijing with his long sword sheathed. With a flick of his wrist, he easily forced Zhao Zhijing back in two moves!

Zhao Zhijing staggered back a few steps, his face turning red. He glared at the middle-aged man, drew his sword, and prepared to charge forward again.

"enough!"

"Aren't you ashamed enough already?!"

Just then, Duan Zhengchun, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his voice icy cold. In a flash, he appeared between Zhao Zhijing and the middle-aged man.

"The disciples of our sect have been unruly. Thank you for your mercy, Your Excellency. May I ask your esteemed name and the purpose of your visit?"

Duan Zhengchun clasped his hands in a fist salute to the middle-aged man and asked with a smile.

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