CHAPTER 1005: CHAPTER 795: EVEN THE BLACK WIND VILLAGE CHIEF’S DEATH IMMUNITY TOKEN IS USELESS?

"Those Cihang Jingzhai girls haven’t caused us any trouble, yet you guys jump out first like loyal dogs. Who else am I supposed to beat?"

As soon as this Eight Desolates disciple spoke, the other six Eight Desolates disciples burst out laughing.

The West Mountain Six Heroes all flew into a rage, while Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing furrowed their brows together.

Jiang Dali couldn’t help but feel embarrassed yet amused, thinking that this group of players really knows how to stir things up.

He remembered hearing or seeing somewhere a player saying they wanted to sneak a peek at the fairies of Cihang Jingzhai while they were relieving themselves and then post it on the Jianghu Forum.

Back then, he thought it was just a joke.

But now, it seems like some Eight Desolates disciples really took action, and it could be this group of players.

Indeed, players are still players; there’s nothing they haven’t thought of, and nothing they wouldn’t dare try.

At that moment, the hotel manager rushed over in a panic, urging both sides not to fight inside the tavern.

The leading Eight Desolates disciple laughed, saying, "Don’t worry, Innkeeper. Although the Eight Desolates disciples have a notorious reputation in the Martial World, our ’Eight Desolates Rush Unit’ is composed of righteous members who would never trouble ordinary people, lest we tarnish our Grandmaster’s name."

"What kind of ridiculous ’Eight Desolates Rush...’ It’s simply disgraceful."

"Indeed, today we, the West Mountain Six Heroes, will not let you off. I’ve heard that one of you holds the Death Exemption Token of the Black Wind Village Chief. Don’t expect that token to make us show mercy."

The West Mountain Six Heroes laughed coldly, raising their weapons.

One of the Eight Desolates disciples scoffed, saying, "With just you six weaklings, do you think you’re worthy of us using our Grandmaster’s Death Immunity Token? No need to test us, you’d be scared stiff if we showed the token. Let’s go outside and settle this, so as not to trouble the Innkeeper."

"Let’s go!"

The two groups quickly headed downstairs to the street to face off, quickly attracting the attention of other players and Martial World people in town, who gathered to watch the commotion.

The two groups quickly began fighting, seven against six, with power realms and martial arts realms about equal. The exchange of moves was fierce and back-and-forth, with sword light and shadows causing an uproar among spectators.

Wang Yuyan watched through the window and said, "The West Mountain Six Heroes’ ’Giant Spirit Six Palm Technique’ has reached some refinement, the strength of their moves is strong, and the power of their releases is formidable.

Seeing them master fist, palm, sword, finger, movement techniques, and other skills makes their teamwork and combined attacks reasonably powerful martial arts experts. These Eight Desolates disciples may not have an advantage. Chief, will you step in later?"

Jiang Dali sneered, drinking from his cup before saying, "Little scuffles and quarrels; for me as the chief to step in would be bullying the weak?

Moreover, these seven Eight Desolates disciples are indeed rash; I’m too embarrassed to acknowledge them. Fortunately, they know not to trouble the Innkeeper, acting upon their intents rather than appearances, they’re pretty bold. Furthermore, they haven’t yet shown their true skills."

Almost as his words fell, curses erupted from the street below.

The battlefield, once filled with sword light and shadows, was now hazy with lime powder, catching the West Mountain Six Heroes slightly off guard.

The seven Eight Desolates disciples, amidst the massive dust cloud, released hidden weapons rapidly, soon gaining the upper hand, leaving the West Mountain Six Heroes screaming, quickly suffering injuries, with wounds and blood exposed.

Looking at the West Mountain Six Heroes, some seemed ready to meet their fate.

Just then, Jiang Dali and the others felt a shift in their hearts, suddenly noticing a graceful silhouette standing on a shop across the street, unknown when she appeared.

Though this woman wore a thin veil, she exuded an ethereal charm upon her appearance, her black and beautiful hair cascading like miniature waterfalls on her shoulders. Her deep, enchanting eyes under thick lashes added mystery to her phoenix-like gaze.

"Which descendant of Cihang Jingzhai might this be? Interesting. Capturing her would certainly add confidence before visiting Cihang Jingzhai."

Just as Jiang Dali conceived this thought.

That extraordinary woman shot forth, a three-foot-two-inch green long flute abruptly landing in hand, in a flash she entered the lime powder-filled battlefield.

Whoosh woooo—

A unique flute melody surged like rising and falling tides, accompanied by flute notes turning into green rays, breaking the defenses of seven Eight Desolates disciples in an instant.

The woman’s body darted, and just a single round saw the long flute’s qi force knocking the disciples’ weapons into a frantic whirl, each receiving a single hit.

Thud, thud, thud—

The seven coughed blood, their bodies like suspended sandbags crashing hard, the blood bars above their heads instantly dropping substantially.

The woman’s figure flashed, landing in the midst, coldly gazing at the seven, scrutinizing them. Her sharp glance made them uneasy, as her green flute seemed ready to dance again.

"These Cihang Jingzhai girls!"

The lead Eight Desolates disciple’s face changed dramatically, immediately pulling out a wooden token from his chest shouting, "Do you recognize this!"

As his words just fell, the woman abruptly flicked her arm, a stream of qi force shot forth from the flute, shattering the wooden token with a snap.

All seven Eight Desolates disciples’ eyes changed with shock, each bewildered.

What’s going on.

This Cihang Jingzhai woman doesn’t give any respect to our Grandmaster? The Death Exemption Token shattered with ease. Are all seven of us going to die today and drink bitter wine?

The woman coldly stared at the seven Eight Desolates disciples and said mildly, "You self-proclaimed Eight Desolates disciples, each committing misdeeds with masks, rely solely on the confidence provided by the Black Wind Village Chief. Today, I can show him respect by sparing you.

But now, I will remove your masks and reveal your true faces to the public, let’s see how you continue your misdeeds in the Martial World afterward."

As her words were spoken, the seven disciples’ faces changed instantly.

Shit, that’s too cruel.

Exposing them to the public like this would be more frightening than killing them.

Once their identities as disciples of various sects are exposed, they’d definitely be stripped of martial arts and expelled, nullifying all previous efforts.

"Quick, commit suicide!"

All seven resolutely cried before attempting suicide.

The green flute shadow swept out fiercely once more...

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