135: Lingxiao Sword Sect? Sorry, if you haven't heard of it, you're considered a no-name sect!

Inside the circular space, energy roared.

Lin Yuan focused his gaze, only to see seven or eight young people dressed in identical cyan uniforms.

They had formed a Sword Formation, besieging a monster several times larger than the Stone Gargoyle from earlier—the 【Mountain Rock Demon】.

This Rock Demon was nearly ten meters tall, composed entirely of obsidian.

Each punch it threw was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, its power having clearly reached Warlord Rank Peak!

But the young people besieging it were even more extraordinary!

Under the operation of the Sword Formation, seven or eight streaks of sword light darted like swimming Dragons, each time leaving deep gashes on the Rock Demon's body.

Their coordination was impeccable, both offensive and defensive, firmly suppressing this Vicious Beast.

"What a powerful Sword Formation," Night Crow narrowed his eyes, lowering his voice, "The weakest of these people are all D-Class Peak, and the one leading them... is on par with me."

He made a decisive move, gesturing to the people behind him.

"Retreat, let's avoid the limelight for now."

Everyone understood, and was about to quietly retreat back into the passage.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two sharp sword lights broke through the air, piercing the ground three inches in front of their feet!

"Where did these sneaky rats come from!"

An arrogant voice came from within the Sword Formation.

Scorpion Sting's face instantly changed, and the poisonous energy in his body subconsciously surged.

"Don't move," Night Crow pressed down on his shoulder, his expression grim.

The Patriarch Chen, seeing this, quickly scurried forward, cupping his hands in greeting towards the group, his face full of fawning.

"Please calm your anger, everyone! We are from the Chen Family of Jiang City, we had no intention of disturbing you, merely passing by. We'll leave now, we'll leave now!"

Just as he was speaking for these few seconds.

"Roar—!!!"

Accompanied by an unwilling roar, the Mountain Rock Demon was pierced through the head by a streak of sword light, collapsing heavily to the ground.

The Sword Formation dispersed.

Seven or eight young people stood with their swords sheathed, and the one leading them slowly walked towards them.

"Jiang City Chen Family? Never heard of it."

"A bunch of good-for-nothings who haven't even reached C-Class, dare to enter this Secret Realm?"

The Patriarch Chen's smile froze.

Night Crow's expression grew even darker.

"We are just passing by, we don't want to be enemies with you, everyone," he said in a deep voice.

"Enemies?" The young man heard these words and took them as a joke, "With just you?"

Several of his companions behind him also burst into laughter.

"Senior Brother, why waste words with this trash," a round-faced young man walked up, saying impatiently, "They're an eyesore, just kill them."

"Junior Brother, don't be rude," the leading young man said, feigning admonishment, but the arrogance on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

He walked in front of the Patriarch Chen.

He extended his hand.

With his sword sheath, he lightly tapped the Patriarch Chen's cheek.

"Pat-a, pat-a."

The sound was soft, but the insult was extremely strong.

"Old man, how dare trash like you covet the treasures in the Secret Realm?"

The Patriarch Chen's body stiffened, his face turning from red to white, then from white to green, yet he didn't dare to utter a single sound.

Lin Yuan stood at the back of the crowd, silently watching this scene.

Tsk.

What a classic scene of a villainous young master bullying others.

These people, judging by their attire and swordsmanship, should be from some hidden Sword Dao Sect.

Their strength is good, but their minds aren't quite right.

The corner of his eye glanced at Night Crow.

Very good.

This brother's fists were already clenched.

The leading young man greatly enjoyed the feeling of controlling others' lives and deaths.

He withdrew his sword sheath, his gaze sweeping over Night Crow, Scorpion Sting, and the others, finally landing on Lin Yuan.

He saw the "honest" and slightly "fearful" expression on Lin Yuan's face.

"What are you looking at? Dirt dog."

The young man sneered, feeling that speaking to Lin Yuan lowered his status.

He turned his head, looking at the Patriarch Chen again, his eyes darkening.

"Scram."

"Or, die."

These two words were the final ultimatum.

The Patriarch Chen, as if receiving a great pardon, wanted to stumble and crawl away with his people.

However, Night Crow stood rooted to the spot, unmoving.

He slowly raised his head, his expression hidden by the hood covering his face.

"What did you just say?" Night Crow's voice was hoarse, laced with coldness.

"Hm?" The leading young man raised an eyebrow, seemingly not expecting anyone among this "trash" to dare talk back.

He looked at Night Crow with interest.

"I said, for you dirt dogs to..."

"Slap—!!!"

A loud slap echoed!

But it wasn't the young man who struck.

It was his round-faced Junior Brother beside him!

The round-faced Junior Brother, at some unknown moment, flashed and appeared directly in front of the Patriarch Chen, slapping him hard across the face!

"My Senior Brother is talking to you!"

"Are you deaf or mute, you bastard?!"

"Pfft!"

The Patriarch Chen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, spinning twice on the spot from the blow, and falling to the ground in a pathetic heap.

"You!" Scorpion Sting and the others were furious, their energy suddenly erupting!

"Stop!" Night Crow roared, suppressing the actions of everyone on his side.

He stared at the round-faced young man who hit the Patriarch Chen, then glanced at the leading young man.

"Very good."

Night Crow squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

"Which Sect are you from?"

The leading young man straightened his chest and said:

"Listen carefully, dirt dog."

"We are Inner Sect Disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect."

"My name is Zhao Junwei, and this is my Junior Brother, Zhou Tong."

"Now, kneel and kowtow in apology," Zhao Junwei pointed a finger at Night Crow, then at the half-dead Patriarch Chen on the ground.

"Otherwise, none of you will leave here alive today."

Lin Yuan shook his head as he listened from behind.

Good heavens, Lingxiao Sword Sect, Zhao Junwei.

This name, this demeanor, one would think a villain from some ancient novel had Transmigrated here, a retro style of showing off?

He could feel that Night Crow's aura had changed.

It had become a volcano on the verge of eruption.

"Lingxiao Sword Sect..."

Night Crow murmured the name, his eyes turning crimson.

"Very good."

"Extremely good."

He slowly raised his hand.

Black energy began to entwine around his fingertips.

"Since you like using swords so much..."

Night Crow's voice was filled with coldness.

"Then today, your swords will remain here as burial offerings."