“What sect do you belong to?”
After about ten minutes, a group of people arrived at the archway at the entrance of the mountain. Four disciples from Saint Sky Sword Pavilion spoke up.
Boom!
Before they could finish their words, White Tiger raised his hand and a blade aura swept through, causing the archway to collapse with a loud crash, filling the air with dust. It was fortunate that the four disciples managed to escape in time, otherwise they would have been crushed into a pile of mud.
“How dare you destroy the sect’s archway? You are really asking for trouble!” One of the men pointed at White Tiger angrily.
Before he could finish speaking, Rakshasa flicked his wrist and a sword swept through, causing the man’s arm to fall to the ground, blood gushing out.
“Ah…” The man screamed and fell to the ground.
Upon seeing this, the other three men quickly fled up the mountain. However, they didn’t get far before they all fell to the ground.
“Besides the people from Saint Sky Sword Pavilion, are there any other members from the super sects?” Billy walked up to the man whose arm had been severed and asked.
“Wind… Wind & Cloud Holy Sect has also sent people.” The man replied with difficulty.
“Who is leading them?” Billy squinted his eyes. In his mind, he saw Wesley Strickland, an old thing from the Wind and Cloud Holy Sect, whom he had encountered ten days ago at the top of Kun Lun Mountains.
“It’s… their Third Elder…” the man continued.
“Thank you!” Billy replied indifferently, then raised his hand and a gust of wind swept through, causing the man’s legs to go limp.
After about half an hour, the group arrived at the entrance of the sect’s main courtyard, located at the top of the mountain.
Saint Sky Sword Pavilion truly lived up to its reputation as one of the top super sects. The size of the sect’s grounds alone was much larger than that of Sky-Quaking Daoist Sect, with hundreds of ancient and exquisite buildings scattered across the mountaintop.
At this moment, the main courtyard was decorated with lights and bustling with people, creating a lively atmosphere. As one of the super sects, Saint Sky Sword Pavilion’s influence in the martial arts world was unquestionable.
In addition to the members of Yin Yang Shrine Sect and Wind & Cloud Holy Sect, there were dozens of other sects and families who had come to celebrate. On the open space in the courtyard, guests were gathered in small groups, chatting away.
“Who are you?” At the entrance of the main courtyard, one of the seven or eight men in daoist robes looked at Billy and his group and asked.
Twenty minutes ago, they had received notice that all the guests had arrived, so it was obvious that this group of people was not here to celebrate.
“Where is your sect master?” Azure Dragon stepped forward a few steps and calmly asked.
“What business do you have with our sect master?” the man took a deep breath and asked.
“You’d better answer my question directly.” A cold aura emanated from Azure Dragon.
“Who are you people? This is the main courtyard of Saint Sky Sword Pavilion. If you want to cause trouble here…” the man started speaking again.
Before he could finish his sentence, Stout struck out with a palm, sending the man flying a hundred meters away, crashing into the crowd and falling to the ground, unconscious.
“You bastards, just wait and see!” After shouting, several other men hurriedly ran into the main courtyard. They couldn’t sense any fluctuations of Chi from Billy and his group, so they knew that these people were definitely not easy to deal with. They had to go inside and call for reinforcements.
“Let’s go in!” Billy led the group and walked steadily inside.
Soon, the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed around them, and four to five hundred outer disciples of Saint Sky Sword Pavilion appeared from all around the main courtyard. There were also many onlookers who had come to congratulate.
“You really have a death wish! How dare you cause trouble here! Do you think your lives are too long?” One of the long-haired men pointed his sword at Billy and the others, continuing to shout angrily.
“Since today is the sixtieth birthday of our sect master, I’ll give you a chance. Cut off one arm each and get out of here…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Stout struck out with a palm, sending the man flying like a ball, over the heads of the crowd, and crashing to the ground, unconscious.
“Hmm?” The group of outer disciples didn’t expect Stout to still dare to make a move despite being surrounded by so many people, and their faces changed in an instant.
“You’re asking for death!” One of the men shouted loudly and drew his sword to stab Stout, followed closely by the others.
The onlookers around them stood still, holding a bystander mentality, not moving to help. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to intervene, but in their eyes, there was no need for them to get involved. Most people were puzzled as to who these people were and why they had the audacity to cause trouble in a super sect. Many people vaguely felt that Billy seemed familiar, but they couldn’t remember where they had seen him before.
“Boss, should we take them out?” Azure Dragon looked at Billy and asked.
“Those who willingly cripple their cultivation can live, otherwise, they die!” Billy responded in a deep voice.
From the moment Saint Sky Sword Pavilion sent people to Ozin, their fate had already been sealed.
“Understood!” Casey and the others responded and moved forward towards the surrounding enemies.
The outcome was predictable, to say the least. In less than a minute, over a hundred people from the opposing side were already lying on the ground, with limbs scattered everywhere. The remaining two to three hundred people stopped their attacks one after another and retreated, their eyes filled with intense fear. Casey and the others’ skills far exceeded their expectations, and their swift and decisive killings filled them with an inherent sense of panic. The onlookers who had been spectating were no longer calm, with shocked expressions on their faces.
“Everyone, back off!”
Just then, the voice of an old man rang out, followed by a group of people rushing over from not far away. Leading them was a gray-robed old man in his sixties or seventies, with sharp eyes and a grim expression, surrounded by a swirling aura. This person was one of the Deputy Cabinet Masters of the Saint Sky Sword Pavilion, Morton Heath. Behind him were dozens of elders from the outer sect of Saint Sky Sword Pavilion, each with formidable cultivation.
“Deputy Master Heath, they…” an outer disciple hurriedly walked up to Morton Heath and began to speak.
However, Morton Heath completely ignored him and steadily walked to a distance of tens of meters away from Billy before speaking in a deep voice.
“Commander Gardner, bringing your people to Saint Sky Sword Pavilion and committing such a slaughter, don’t you think it’s going too far?”
Others might not recognize Billy, but as one of the Deputy Masters of Saint Sky Sword Pavilion, Morton Heath couldn’t possibly not recognize him.
Hearing his words, a gasp of cold air resounded around them. They finally knew why Billy seemed familiar, turns out he was none other than the notorious Commander Gardner. Many of the onlookers secretly breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that they hadn’t joined in the excitement earlier, or else they would be in trouble now.
The title, “Commander Gardner”, was now a nightmare for the ancient martial arts world, and the majority of people were afraid to even go near him, let alone provoke this living Death.
“Is it going too far?” Casey looked at Morton Heath and spoke in a deep voice.
“Ten days ago, when you sent people to ambush my boss at Kun Lun Mountains and tried to kidnap his family in Ozin, did you ever consider that this day would come?”