Martial Arts Crossover: Something's Wrong with This Evil Sect

Dan Tianxie's previous time was not wasted. In addition to buying some necessities, he also inquired about whether anyone had entered or left the Songshan Sect's residence recently. He learned from the vendors at the gate that no one from the Songshan Sect had gone out today, which was a golden opportunity.

"What an arrogant scoundrel, treating Mount Song as nothing."

A young man, perhaps wanting to show off among his fellow disciples, drew his sword and stabbed without saying a word.

Looking at the person who came looking for death, Shan Tianxie remained expressionless and threw a punch, which shattered the person into pieces.

Blood mist filled the sky, and Shan Tianxie, dressed in black, stood amidst it, like a demon descending to earth.

He spoke again, his tone chilling: "Nobody said anything? Then killing them all won't hurt!"

Perhaps the scene before them was too astonishing, for the remaining disciples swallowed hard and their eyes involuntarily turned toward a young man.

When the young man saw everyone looking at him, his face turned pale. He then used his movement technique to run towards the backyard.

He ran while shouting, "Uncle Zhong, help me!"

"Help? Let's see who can save your life!"

Dan Tianxie snorted coldly, and was about to use his movement technique to capture her.

A deep voice came from the backyard.

"Arrogant! To attack the Songshan stronghold and kill my disciples in broad daylight, you must be a demonic monster from the Demonic Sect."

He started by slapping a huge label on me.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man dressed in a tight-fitting outfit emerged from the backyard using agility.

The newcomer was none other than Zhong Zhen, one of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, known as the Nine-Bend Sword!

When Zuo Yiming saw Zhong Zhen come out, he felt relieved. Uncle Zhong was a top expert, and this young punk was no match for him. He was sure he could take this kid down. He would have to torture him properly later. The girl next to him was also quite nice. She looked very hot in her outfit. He would keep her there and torture her properly.

When Zhong Zhen came out and saw the corpses all over the ground and the murderous Shan Tianxie, he didn't bother to say anything and directly labeled him as a demonic cultist who made the first move. He thrust his sword at Shan Tianxie with the Song Fast and Slow Twenty-Seven Styles of Sword Technique. The sword technique emphasizes sudden changes in speed and is unpredictable. Before most people can even distinguish the speed, they have already died under the sword.

Seemingly already envisioning Shan Tianxie falling beneath his sword, Zhong Zhen smiled slightly. "Boy, when you report to the King of Hell, don't forget that it was Zhong Zhen who killed you!"

"Just a top expert, not even at the Innate Realm, yet he dares to bark like that."

Dan Tianxie sneered, and with a swift movement, he used his fox-like movement technique to instantly evade the opponent's attack range and picked up the single sword dropped by the Songshan disciple.

He leaped high into the air and then struck down with a sudden blow.

With a sword coming from the west, the immortals fly from the sky!

When Zhong Zhen saw his sword miss, he knew something was wrong. The smile on his lips vanished, and he retreated rapidly. But before he could make a move, he saw a sword light coming from the sky. It was swift and brilliant, unlike any sword technique in the human world. Then, what came into view was a bloody light.

With a soft "plop"

The sword had already pierced his throat, and his body froze instantly. He stood there dumbfounded, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorted with rage, and every muscle twitching.

"Who...are you...?"

Only then did a hint of resentment and doubt flash in Zhong Zhen's eyes. He realized he should have asked about their origins first, which was a bit hasty, but it was too late. In the past two years, Songshan had been thriving, and they had forgotten that the martial arts world was far more than just the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

Dan Tianxie merely glanced at him coldly, offering no reply. "You want to know? I won't tell! I'll make sure you die a fool!"

After the sword was withdrawn, blood spurted from his throat!

boom!

The next instant, his body seemed to lose its support and he fell straight to the ground.

He killed the top with one sword, but the killing intent around Shan Tianxie did not diminish in the slightest. To him, it was just a little interest. He had a long way to go before he could settle his scores. A man should keep his word. If he said he would exterminate a family, he would definitely do so.

"It's your turn!"

Dan Tianxie's icy gaze locked onto Zuo Yiming.

Zuo Yiming was completely stunned. Uncle Zhong had just collapsed like that? He shouted with all his might, unwilling to accept it, "Who are you? Who invited you here?!"

It was as if they wanted to dispel their fear through this method.

Dan Tianxie slowly walked up to him, glanced at him, and said that he was not bad-looking, but he was wasting his good looks and was extremely vicious. He pointed at Huang Hua and said indifferently, "Don't you recognize her?"

Only then did Zuo Yiming see the yellow flowers following behind Xi Yu, following the direction he pointed.

Upon hearing this, Zuo Yiming's face instantly contorted into a kaleidoscope of colors, his words tinged with uncertainty, as if he couldn't believe it.

"You're here to avenge her? And not for anything else? Just because of an ordinary person who swept through Songshan's camp and killed Uncle Zhongzhen?"

What are you after?!

Dan Tianxie's lips curled up slightly; he smiled.

"Hahaha, you want to ask me what I'm after? Of course, I'm just having fun, how about that?" Then, her tone turned icy cold as she said, "Don't even mention Zuo Lengchan, I'll kill the abbot of Shaolin and the head of Wudang for you to see!"

After saying this, he slashed with his sword, and Zuo Yiming's right arm was instantly severed.

"This sword strike was for Old Man Wu, but what about the groom?"

Dan Tianxie asked.

"what!"

With his arm severed at the root, Zuo Yiming let out a miserable roar, clutching his wound and wailing in pain on the ground. However, upon hearing Shan Tianxie's words, he knew that his death was likely imminent. Instead of his usual self, he showed a completely crazed expression as he looked at Huang Hua, who was being protected behind him.

"That groom? Hahahaha, dead. He died the day after he came back. What a pathetic man! Watching his wife being played with by me! Before he died, he was begging me to let his wife go. Waaah, so touching! What a pity, people are born different. This kind of person is born lowly!"

Zuo Yiming went into a frenzy, continuing to mimic as he spoke: "A bowl of noodles for a night's sleep! This stupid woman actually agreed to such a request, interesting, so interesting. The three meals a day for the past few days were all sponsored by the Songshan brothers present, she should thank me!"

The disciples of Songshan present cursed under their breath, thinking, "Damn it, he's dragging his brothers down with him even after he's dead. Doesn't he know he can shoulder the burden alone?" They all raised their longswords as if facing a formidable enemy!

Upon hearing this news, Huang Hua, who was standing beside her, almost stumbled and collapsed to the ground. She had endured humiliation and hardship for her husband's safety, but she never expected that it would all be in vain.

Huang Hua roared with all her might, "Brother Shan, I want this beast dead!"

"That night, both Uncle Zhong and I felt really good about you, and I think you enjoyed it too!"

Zuo Yiming is now in a state of despair. Judging from Shan Tianxie's actions, he has no chance of letting himself go. He might as well provoke him and seek a quick death.

"Noisy!"

Hearing his foul language, Xi Yu couldn't stand it anymore. She drew her Bi Shui sword and swung it towards Zuo Yiming's crotch. Yes, she swung it!

"Ah! You wretched woman, you're my lifeline!"

Under the churning of the sharp sword, Zuo Yiming could not bear the pain of having his roots severed and fainted.

"It's not over yet. Want to die quickly? Not so easy."