41: Tyrant Clan, Tyrant Bear

Immortal Qi permeated the air.

The tallest white jade palace stood majestically within it, grand and imposing, making one feel insignificant.

Haoran Sect Main Hall.

An Elder unrolled a map of the Qinghe Region, on which numerous small dots were marked.

Each dot represented a Sect.

Among them, their Qinghe Sect was located upstream in the Qinghe Region, a prime geographical location with rich Spiritual Qi.

The further downstream one went in the region, the more remote and perilous the living environment became.

“Reporting to Sect Master, there are a total of 13 Sects in the lower reaches of this Qinghe Region.”

“They are: Guijian Villa, Fenyan Valley…”

“And finally, this one, Haoran Sect.”

“Currently, most have already submitted, with only a few remaining. Heaven knows if these chicken-like Sects have already fallen.”

The Elder holding the map said with disdain.

“Reporting to Sect Master, recently, during an outdoor mission, I discovered a Treasure Art Legacy in the Black Abyss Mountain Range in the lower reaches of the region.”

At this moment, a sword-wielding old man stepped out.

If Li Luo were here, he would immediately recognize him. This person was none other than the Qinghe Sect Elder Zhijian, Sword Without Trace, who was defeated by him in a single move that day.

“A Treasure Art?!”

Upon hearing this, everyone in the great hall was first startled, then their eyes revealed intense greed.

Even the Sect Master, Wan Qingliu, breathed a little heavily.

Treasure Art.

Its power was boundless, especially the Treasure Arts of some powerful Vicious Beasts, which were terrifying to the extreme.

“Seventh Brother, it’s not good to monopolize a Treasure Art. You should contribute it to the Sect so everyone can comprehend it together and strengthen the Qinghe Sect.”

Immediately below the black-robed middle-aged man from Shadow Pavilion, an old man with a long sword on his back looked at Sword Without Trace and snorted coldly.

The Qinghe Sect had a total of seven Elder Zhijian, and Sword Without Trace ranked last.

If he were to obtain the Treasure Art, it was even possible for Sword Without Trace to become the First Sword Enforcement Elder. And the Elder who just spoke was the First Sword Enforcement Elder, Sword Unbinding.

Is he being overbearing and directly robbing him?

Sword Without Trace sneered and said, “Reporting to Sect Master, although I am in the lower reaches of the region, my strength there is absolutely top-tier.”

“However, this Treasure Art was not obtained by this old man.”

“Instead, it was snatched by a young man. I speculate that this person is very likely a Genius from a major power in the Eastern Wilderness. He defeated this old man in a single move.”

Sword Without Trace said.

One move?

A young Prodigy?

Everyone was shocked.

Although he was defeated by a young man, to be able to defeat him, even the Sect Master’s direct disciple, Ye Liangchen, who possessed the 99th ranked Physique on the Supreme Celestial Body Ranking, probably couldn’t do it in one move.

Therefore, even though Sword Without Trace did not obtain the Treasure Art, and was even severely defeated, he did not feel that he had lost face.

Upon hearing this, the high-ranking officials present all frowned.

“You mean that Outer Elder Ouyang Huo’s disappearance and the disappearance of a Four Kings from Shadow Pavilion are related to that young Prodigy?”

Wan Qingliu became slightly serious.

Now, his Qinghe Sect’s grand feat of unifying the region was about to be realized.

He did not wish for any unstable factors to appear.

“No matter who it is, if they dare to kill my son and the four King-level assassins of my Shadow Pavilion, my Shadow Pavilion will definitely punish them.”

Whoosh.

A cold aura filled with Evil Qi suddenly erupted throughout the entire hall, causing the surrounding temperature to drop directly to freezing point.

Many Elders of the Qinghe Sect looked at this black-robed figure with fear.

The Shadow Pavilion Master.

These days, he had been helping the Sect clear out the rebellious forces in the Qinghe Region. The outside world was still unaware that Shadow Pavilion was a killer organization cultivated by his Qinghe Sect.

“Hmm, send people to pressure those few unsubmitted Black Iron Grade forces. At the same time, inquire if there is any unusual news in the lower reaches of the region.”

“No matter who it is, anyone who dares to obstruct my Qinghe Sect’s grand unification will be annihilated.”

Wan Qingliu said domineeringly.

“Yes!”

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Whoosh!

The water flowed rapidly, and mists lingered.

Immortal islands floated in the air.

Figures moved about on them.

Tomorrow would be the triennial Qinghe Region Grand Competition assessment day.

Naturally, it was hosted by the Qinghe Sect, the leading Sect in the Qinghe Region.

Sects that performed outstandingly would receive many rewards, while those that performed poorly might even lose their Sect qualifications, be disbanded, or be annexed by other Sects.

“Hehe, have you heard? Recently, the Bronze Grade force, Yunlan Sect, suffered a bloodbath.”

“Damn, who made the move? So brutal!”

“Could it be someone from the Demonic Path?”

“Shush, silence. I heard it was from above. And over the years, any Sect that didn’t obey those above suffered sanctions. This time, they went straight for the kill.”

That Cultivator pointed a finger towards where the Qinghe Sect was located.

“Hmph, spreading rumors to mislead the public should be punished!”

Bang.

A cold snort sounded.

Immediately, a vast fist light, like a blazing sun, directly smashed towards the head of the Cultivator who had just gestured towards the Qinghe Sect.

“Ah.”

That Cultivator didn’t even have time to let out a tragic cry.

His head directly exploded.

Pfft.

Blood splattered, showering the surrounding Cultivators, but these people were silent as cicadas in winter, daring not to be angry or speak.

“Bronze Grade force Ba Wang Sect, Genius, Xiong Badao!”

Someone saw the young man approaching with a majestic stride and recognized the tiger head Sect emblem with a ‘Wang’ character on his attire, immediately exclaiming.

“Xiong Badao, it is said that this person possesses the third-ranked Raging Bear King Physique on the Spiritual Body Ranking, with boundless strength and unparalleled dominance!”

People continuously exclaimed.

This made Xiong Badao very proud. This feeling of looking down on other Cultivators made him extremely comfortable.

Moreover, now their Ba Wang Sect had become a subordinate force of the Qinghe Sect.

Whoever disobeyed, he would kill them!

With the Qinghe Sect backing him, he was fearless!

“Don’t talk nonsense! If you slander the superior Sect again, he will be your end!”

Xiong Badao said with overflowing dominance.

At the same time, he pointed at some small fringe Sects and coldly shouted, “Is this Immortal island a place for you to stay? Black Iron Grade forces, get down!”

“Go rest in the thatched huts by the river below.”

Xiong Badao pointed to the rickety thatched huts below.

Some Black Iron Grade forces, although extremely aggrieved, knew that Xiong Badao had already reached the Innate Fifth Level of cultivation.

He was probably stronger than some of their Elders, or even their Sect Masters.

How dared they resist?

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

They all scurried downwards in a sorry state.

“Haha…”

Some Bronze Grade forces laughed loudly.

Xiong Badao was even more disdainful.

Boom, buzz.

At this moment, in the distance, a flying spiritual boat cut through the Void Realm, appearing beside the spiritual island after a few flashes.

“Caw caw, this is the Qinghe Sect, hmm, quite impressive! Chicken Bro is very satisfied.”

As soon as they disembarked from the flying spiritual boat, Chicken Bro Little Hei chirped excitedly.

Some Cultivators around also looked over.

After all, a Sect capable of controlling a flying spiritual boat was undoubtedly a Bronze Grade force.

“Hiss, what a beautiful girl.”

Suddenly, someone saw Ji Yue’er and couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

When they saw the enchanting older sister Luo Qingcheng, they swallowed their saliva frantically.

“Fellow Daoist, may I ask which Sect you are from?”

A Cultivator asked.

“Haoran Sect.”

Chicken Bro Little Hei said proudly.

“What chicken-like Sect?”

The Cultivators were a bit confused.

“Haha, these two girls, one big and one small, are not bad. Come have a few drinks with me, Xiong Badao.”

At this moment, a rough voice sounded.