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The person turned his head and glanced at them: "Longhu Mountain, a Disciple under the Old Celestial Master... Lin Yi!"

After speaking, Lin Yi walked forward, appearing nonchalant.

Yet in the blink of an eye, he had already reached the end of the street.

With another flicker of attention, he vanished from their sight.

Only a few members of the Left Division Guard remained, standing there in astonishment.

For a long time, they could not recover from the shock they had just experienced.

Chapter 322: Second Senior Brother

"Wang Yong, do you truly intend to betray the sect? Aren't you afraid that your Master will find out and execute you?"

A middle-aged Daoist clutched his chest.

A streak of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

He looked pale as he stared at the Little Daoist before him.

And the dozens of Men in Black surrounding him.

Behind the middle-aged Daoist, a dozen or so Disciples were all lying there, their fates unknown.

The Little Daoist named Wang Yong was in his early thirties.

A sinister sneer flashed across his face.

"Junior Martial Uncle, I believe Master has already completely taken control of Longhu Mountain by now!"

"You don't need to worry about affairs on the mountain anymore!"

"Actually, if you turn away from the darkness and surrender to us, I can still plead for you before Master. You and Master studied under the same sect; he would surely be very happy if you submitted to us!"

"Longhu Mountain does not belong to the Grandmaster alone, but to all the Disciples!"

"Why should he be allowed to control Longhu Mountain for over a hundred years? It's time for the Disciples to take their place!"

"Junior Martial Uncle, as long as you nod your head, I will spare your life today. Otherwise..."

A cold, murderous intent flashed in Wang Yong's eyes.

What sect brotherhood?

What Legacy?

At this moment, none of it mattered anymore.

They would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Especially after the Junior Martial Uncle heard that the Senior Brother had also defected and betrayed them.

His heart turned completely cold in an instant.

Only then did he look up and laugh loudly.

The laughter sounded particularly piercing in the silent night, and Wang Yong frowned as he watched him.

"Zhao Gang, what are you laughing at?"

The Junior Martial Uncle's laughter gradually subsided, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

"I am laughing at how foolish I was. No wonder recently, Senior Brother sent us down the mountain to purge the Yao Beasts in Longhu City and wouldn't let us return!"

"So it turns out Senior Brother had already started planning this long ago!"

"It's no wonder Master misjudged him; after all these years, he actually raised an ungrateful wolf!"

"Murdering fellow Disciples and wanting to replace Master?"

"When Master returns and sees the evil deeds you have committed, do you think he will spare you?"

"Besides, you are merely an Outer Sect Disciple; what right do you have to make me surrender?"

After speaking, the Second Senior Brother stomped his foot violently.

Dust rose instantly, and he launched himself toward Wang Yong like an arrow released from a bow.

Although he was already seriously injured, having just been ambushed by Wang Yong.

However, given his Realm, killing Wang Yong would still be easy.

In the blink of an eye, the Second Senior Brother was already right in front of him.

Boom—

Before the people around could react, Wang Yong was sent flying by a punch.

Crack—

The sound of breaking bones followed.

Wang Yong's body was sent flying two or three meters away by this punch before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Pfft—

The moment he landed, Wang Yong spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, he felt as if a ball of fire was burning inside his chest.

The heart-wrenching, agonizing pain caused his entire body to twitch.

"Kill, kill him..."

Wang Yong gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

The next moment, the surrounding Men in Black reacted.

They swarmed toward the Junior Martial Uncle.

If the Junior Martial Uncle hadn't been ambushed by Wang Yong, even facing these Men in Black alone would have been a trivial matter.

Eliminating them would have been done in the snap of a finger.

But the mistake was that he had trusted Wang Yong too easily.

Just now, Wang Yong had appeared here alone.

The Junior Martial Uncle had been leading Disciples to purge Yao Beasts within Longhu City.

He had no idea what had happened inside the mountain.

The moment he saw Wang Yong, he had no suspicion at all.

It was taking advantage of this moment that he was ambushed by Wang Yong, leaving the Junior Martial Uncle seriously injured.

Otherwise, would a mere Wang Yong? And these Men in Black?

Even so, while facing the siege of those Men in Black.

The Junior Martial Uncle was still handling it with ease, taking out more than a dozen Men in Black in succession.

However, with his current injuries, any slight use of his Qi and blood would cause them to worsen rapidly.

The intense pain caused cold sweat to stream down his forehead and back.

Just for a split second, a Man in Black rushed over from behind with a blade.

Just as the blade was about to fall.

The Junior Martial Uncle glanced back from the corner of his eye.

Then, he turned and kicked out.

Boom—

The Man in Black was sent flying far away by this kick.

Because of this, the Junior Martial Uncle's consciousness became blurred; he swayed a few times and nearly collapsed to the ground.

The remaining Men in Black saw this and exchanged glances.

Without a word, they charged at the Junior Martial Uncle together.

The Junior Martial Uncle gritted his teeth and said coldly: "You are courting death..."

Immediately, he quickly formed a hand seal.

A Bagua pattern slowly formed between his hands.

The next moment, he raised the Bagua diagram above his head.

Boom—

A violent explosion sounded, and a massive shockwave directly blasted those surrounding Men in Black away.

Pfft...

The Junior Martial Uncle also spat out a mouthful of blood because of this.

His body sank directly into a half-kneeling position on the ground, having lost the ability to fight.

Just when he thought that after exhausting all his strength, he had finally escaped danger for the moment.

Suddenly, he heard unhurried footsteps coming from not far away.

"What a bunch of trash, you can't even finish off a severely injured stinking Daoist!"

"And now you need me to come over personally..."

The person speaking sounded neither male nor female, carrying an air of effeminacy.

The Junior Martial Uncle used his last bit of strength to slowly turn his head and take a look.

He saw a tall man, over 1.8 meters, wearing a ponytail, walking toward him in a very flirtatious manner.

Both of his hands were held in orchid finger gestures, which made one's scalp tingle just looking at it.

The Junior Martial Uncle did not recognize this person.

But beneath his effeminate appearance, there was an aura of sinister cruelty.

The Junior Martial Uncle understood in his heart that falling into his hands would definitely be worse than death.

He silently circulated the Qi and blood in his body, trying to force himself to stand up.