The assailant was naturally Lou Yi, only he was wearing a human skin mask.

He walked up to Qi Bao, searched him for a moment, and found only thirty or so taels of silver.

"So poor?"

Lou Yi looked at Qi Bao's chest.

He discovered the purple Treasure Pearl he wore, the size of a longan seed, emitting a faint glow in the night.

Remembering how Qi Bao had escaped his first attack previously.

Lou Yi's heart moved, and he used the Mountain Opening Skill on the Treasure Pearl.

An invisible energy spread toward the Treasure Pearl, which suddenly brightened and then quickly dimmed.

"What a treasure!"

Lou Yi pulled off the purple Treasure Pearl, flickered his figure, and disappeared into the night in a flash.

Half an hour later, a shrill woman's cry rang out in the alley.

"Murder..."

Before long, the entire alley was surrounded by a group of soldiers, prohibiting anyone from approaching.

Miao's two elders from the Heavy Sword Sect, along with over ten sword-bearing disciples, had already arrived beside Qi Bao's corpse, their faces grim.

"Is this how you protect Junior Brother?" Miao's two elders were outraged, scolding the group who had been drinking with Qi Bao.

These people all had pale faces.

Clearly, they hadn't expected that Qi Bao, who had been drinking and bragging with them earlier, was now a cold corpse.

A pair of beautifully clean black-purple official boots walked beside the corpse, picking up an exquisitely styled golden dragon-patterned dagger.

"Is this... the Flowing Gold Dagger of the Huang Family?" the owner of the boots said in surprise.

He was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, dressed in official attire, embroidered with a sparrow, and surrounded by complex light blue patterns.

In Tai City, only people from the City Lord's Mansion dressed like this.

"The Huang Family? Our sect has no grievances with the Huang Family," Elder Miao was taken aback.

"Today, the one clamoring to kill Junior Brother seemed to be from the Huang Family..." a disciple couldn't help but add.

"It must have been instigated by the Extreme Fist Sect!" another disciple said angrily.

"Let's go to the Extreme Fist Sect for justice! Make them hand over the murderer!"

"Hand over the murderer!"

Many disciples were righteously indignant, all clamoring to kill their way to the Extreme Fist Sect.

"Fine! Then we shall go to the Extreme Fist Sect to demand justice!" Miao's two elders' faces turned icy, "If they refuse, the Extreme Fist Sect has no reason to exist!"

"Avenge Junior Brother!"

Seeing the Heavy Sword Sect's people's emotions surge, the owner of the official boots silently swallowed the doubts he almost voiced.

Would the murderer be so foolish to leave evidence after killing? To act rashly after a recent conflict?

Miao's two elders, being experienced, could surely spot the inconsistencies?

The owner of the official boots, too, had witnessed many storms and waves.

He naturally understood that often the truth didn't matter, after all, the person was already dead.

What the Heavy Sword Sect needed to do now was to mitigate the loss as much as possible, save face, and reduce the impact.

It seemed the blame was something the Extreme Fist Sect would have to bear.

...

As night fell, a full moon hung high in the sky.

At the Extreme Fist Sect, the broad White Stone Square at the entrance was silent and empty at this moment.

Only many birds wandered around, occasionally lowering their heads, searching for something on the ground.

Suddenly, the birds all flapped their wings in a panic, as if startled.

In the next moment.

Dozens of aggressive-looking men had arrived at the White Stone Square and were charging toward the Martial Arts Hall doors without pause.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

The two guards at the entrance, who were dozing off, were awakened by the commotion and shouted angrily.

'Clang!'

The response they received was a sheathed sword that popped out.

It struck horizontally at their chests, leaving them defenseless and causing them to tumble down.

"Everyone in the Extreme Fist Sect, listen up, hand over the killer who murdered our brilliant disciple at once! Or today, there will be no rest!" the elder Miao Xiyang among the Miao's two elders said coldly.

His voice, like a morning and evening bell, resounded far in the serene night.

"Stop slandering us with baseless accusations!"

The commotion had alerted the Extreme Fist Sect's interior, leading Elder Zhou to emerge with a group of disciples, forming a standoff with the Heavy Sword Sect who had come demanding justice.

"Miao Xiyang, what madness are you speaking!" Elder Zhou's face was dark, "Do you want to start a sect war?"

"My disciple Qi Bao was killed; I give you the time of an incense stick to hand over the murderer," Miao Xiyang snorted coldly, "If not, a war it shall be! Or do you think you have a chance of winning?"

"What, Qi Bao is dead?" Elder Zhou felt shocked, but quickly recovered, "What does his death have to do with us?"

"I remember, during the day, Qi Bao lectured one of your disciples, and that person threatened to kill him," the other Miao elder, Miao Dongyang, said calmly.

"What a joke, young people are hot-blooded by nature, what's the harm in saying something grandiose?

If threats were effective, your Heavy Sword Sect would have been annihilated seven or eight times already, and still survive till now?" Elder Zhou laughed.

"But we found this at the scene," Miao Dongyang suddenly produced a golden dagger from his hand, "The people from the City Lord's Mansion can testify!"

"Flowing Gold Dagger?" Elder Zhou's eyebrow twitched, "Bring Huang Longgang over!"

Soon, Huang Longgang, with a flushed face, was carried over by three disciples.

"What... What are you doing? Don't... Don't disturb my drinking..."

Huang Longgang was evidently overly drunk, speaking in a stammering manner, his tongue a bit unsteady.

"Huang Longgang, I ask you, did you go out today?" Elder Zhou looked at Huang Longgang's drunken and useless appearance, filled with anger.

"None... None of your business..." Seeing Elder Zhou reminded Huang Longgang that Jia Hong had been taken as his disciple by him and gradually neglected himself.

At this moment, emboldened by alcohol, he dared to confront the elder face to face.

"You damn..." Elder Zhou barely held back his insults in front of so many outsiders.

"Huang Longgang, did you kill my disciple Qi Bao!" Miao Xiyang shouted loudly.

"Wha... what, killed Qi Bao?" Huang Longgang seemed a bit puzzled.

But somehow, he understood what was implied and his eyes gradually brightened, "So, that arrogant pretty boy is dead?"

"Hahaha, good riddance, good riddance! Saves me the trouble!" Huang Longgang suddenly laughed up to the sky, speaking much more fluently.

"Brat!" Miao Xiyang, being hot-tempered, immediately acted.

He stomped the ground fiercely with both feet, and like a cannonball, he shot into the air, both hands clawing fiercely toward Huang Longgang!

"How dare you!"

Seeing the opponent dare to snatch someone at the entrance of their sect, Elder Zhou was so angry his nose was crooked.

He easily leaped five or six zhang in the air, blocking in front of Huang Longgang.

Taking a deep breath, he immediately made his abdomen as thin as paper, and with the breath out, fiercely punched out with his right fist!

'Bang Bang Bang!'

The two elders exchanged punches and kicks, exchanging seven or eight moves in an instant, sending the air exploding and dust flying, hurting the nearby people's eardrums.

However, Elder Zhou was only at the Great Cycle Level, his Qi-blood was significantly weaker.

He only withstood less than ten moves before being beaten into retreat, taking a kick to the abdomen, his body flying backward, crashing into the plaque above the Martial Arts Hall.

With a 'bang' sound.

The plaque hanging since who knows when at the Extreme Fist Sect, in this impact, swayed precariously, then fell to the ground.

Seeing this, many disciples' eyes turned red.

...

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