66: Male... gay!

Although Xu Xi felt some regret in his heart for not being able to stop the other party, he wasn’t overly worried. He immediately took out a formation disk, set up a formation, and blocked the few others who hadn’t managed to escape yet.

“Thump!”

“Sect Master Zhu, tell me, what exactly happened?”

With a swift kick after turning around, Xu Xi forcefully struck Zhu Fengyu’s potbelly, directly knocking the still dazed Zhu Fengyu to the ground. The Drunken Sleep Sword pressed against Zhu Fengyu’s non-existent neck.

Looking at Zhu Fengyu with disdain, Xu Xi wanted to extract some useful information from him.

It was impossible for a genius from Central Plains to come to a desolate place like Tingfeng Valley without reason.

“The victor is king, the vanquished is a bandit. It’s my fault, Zhu, for making a misstep. Zhu Fengyu has escaped, and you’ve now made an enemy of Thunderclap Pavilion. I’ll wait for you down below!”

However, unexpectedly resolute, Zhu Fengyu didn’t beg for mercy, nor did he waste any words. He just stared regretfully at Xu Xi’s face, imprinting his appearance in his mind so he could recognize Xu Xi in the afterlife.

Then, he shattered his own spiritual sea, ending his life on the spot.

“You’re a man of character. At least, in all my time in this world, you’re the first person I’ve captured who disregarded life and death.”

Zhu Fengyu’s death was unexpected for Xu Xi, but Xu Xi didn’t feel much pity. After a moment of emotion, he quickly readjusted his mood and looked at the other subdued individuals.

“Your Senior Brother has a life-saving trump card, but you can’t all have one, can you?”

“I refuse to believe that the sects in Central Plains are so vast and powerful.”

Turning around, Xu Xi looked at Yi Zhusheng’s junior disciple, who was belatedly trying to escape but was trapped, with a playful expression. Xu Xi felt a hint of vigilance in his heart, fearing that the other party might still have some unknown trump card.

However, his words were filled with contempt, fully embodying the strategy of underestimating the enemy while taking them seriously in tactics.

“A scholar can be killed, but not disgraced!”

“Mere Xuanjian Sect, if you have the guts, kill us!”

“Don’t forget, I am a disciple of Thunderclap Pavilion!”

“We are participants in this Juefeng Secret Realm. If you kill us, your Xuanjian Sect will be flattened by our Thunderclap Pavilion Elders in the future!”

Facing such a predicament, knowing that their current skills were no match for Xu Xi, these disciples brought out their backing—Thunderclap Pavilion.

In Central Plains, it was also a well-known sect, whose strength could not be underestimated, enough to be among the first-tier sects.

Although there was still some distance from the top, compared to Xuanjian Sect, it was more than enough.

These Thunderclap Pavilion disciples naturally believed that bringing out their backing would save their lives.

Little did they know, Xu Xi wouldn’t care what sect’s disciple you were.

If you stood in his way, you could only be destroyed by him.

If it were a target arranged by the system, Xu Xi might even put on a show of false sincerity.

But if you’re a man?

Sorry, you have no value whatsoever. Just get rid of him.

“You certainly have quite the backbone.”

“’A scholar can be killed, but not disgraced,’ but if you really had backbone, why bring out your backing?”

Xu Xi had heard of Thunderclap Pavilion’s reputation; a first-tier sect in Central Plains, whose Sect Master was a Ninth Realm Dao cultivator, unfathomably powerful.

However, Xu Xi didn’t care about all that.

After a sarcastic remark, a Cán Xīn Sword Qi swept past, publicly beheading the Thunderclap Pavilion disciple who had just provoked him. Then he asked again,

“He doesn’t want to explain, so do the rest of you want to explain?”

“How exactly should we resolve this matter today?”

“If the answer isn’t satisfactory, heads might roll, you know~”

“If you don’t speak, I also have ways to make you speak.”

“It’s just a matter of both heads falling together. Which head do you want to keep?”

Having killed one Thunderclap Pavilion disciple, his gaze swept over the remaining few Thunderclap Pavilion disciples.

Of course, when his eyes scanned their crotches, he couldn’t help but threaten them.

The Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty, Xu Xi knew them too!

Moreover, Xu Xi could be even crueler.

Cultivators, after all, had many ways to keep someone barely alive and torture them, making them wish for death but unable to achieve it.

“Wait…wait!”

“We’ll tell you!”

“The Acacia Sect called us here!”

“Those stinky women said there was something fun here!”

“Although it was indeed fun, I didn’t expect it to kill us!”

“Please just let us go like a fart. I promise not to report this matter to the sect afterward!”

Witnessing the death of their fellow Thunderclap Pavilion disciple, the others no longer dared to boast, relying on their backing.

Because they already clearly knew that the Xu Xi before them was a madman who absolutely wouldn’t care about the threats from their sects!

With their lives in Xu Xi’s hands, begging for mercy was their only option now.

They quickly revealed the inside story, but their words even confused Xu Xi.

“Acacia Sect?”

“How are they involved? Could it be that you coveted their bodies?”

“But coming to Thin Horse Gate… are you perhaps some kind of pervert?”

“Gay?”

Hearing the Thunderclap Pavilion disciples’ explanation, Xu Xi was very puzzled. Thin Horse Gate was actually connected to the Acacia Sect?

No matter what, Thin Horse Gate was a sect under the jurisdiction of Xuanjian Sect, and had nothing to do with the Acacia Sect!

Even if there had to be a forced connection, it should be with Xiaoyao Sect, which had always been at odds with Xuanjian Sect.

“This… this…”

When Xu Xi asked this, the Thunderclap Pavilion disciples were immediately speechless. It seemed as if a difficult secret had been exposed, their faces flushed red and quickly heated up. For a moment, they didn’t know where to begin, stammering and unable to utter a single word.

“Hmm?”

“What are you guys doing?”

“Unwilling to speak?”

“Then die!”

Seeing the Thunderclap Pavilion disciples suddenly become evasive, Xu Xi frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

He didn’t expect that even at this point, these people would still hesitate so much, even choosing to give up their lives.

With a twist of his wrist, the Drunken Sleep Sword danced, and another sword qi swept across, instantly killing a Thunderclap Pavilion disciple.

However, although he died, the Thunderclap Pavilion disciple’s expression was inexplicably somewhat relieved. Fortunately, Xu Xi didn’t pay attention to the deceased’s expression, otherwise, his confusion would have been even greater.

There’s a saying that goes, ‘I fear not to be ground to powder, but to keep my innocence in the world!’

Perhaps, in that instant, when he died, that Thunderclap Pavilion disciple thought that his few remaining shreds of dignity had been preserved.

However, in the next moment, if he had known what was to happen, that Thunderclap Pavilion disciple might not have been so hesitant and silent.

Wang Erchui moved forward, beginning his performance.

Clearing all his thoughts and weaving a long speech, Wang Erchui, who had prepared his draft in his mind, had an extremely strong desire to survive.

“If they won’t speak, I will! I know everything!”

“Xu Xi, I just want to live, no other demands!”

Kneeling on the ground, he kowtowed incessantly, occasionally looking up at Xu Xi with a fawning, flattering face, begging for his pity.