409: Chapter 409 is a bit different from what I expected; has the Joyful Union Sect taken some kind of medicine?

Nearby, a male Disciple of the Taihu Clan attempted to ambush Sun Xiaohua, rushing over from behind and swinging his sword at her back.

Zhou Xiaolian, who was nearby, was quick-witted and kicked him right in the crotch.

The male Disciple let out a miserable shriek, clutching his crotch as he rolled on the ground, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Zhou Xiaolian spat on the ground. "You beast! You still dare to sneak attack? Next time, I'll make sure you're rendered incapable of having children!"

Sun Xiaohua looked back at her and smiled. "Xiaolian, well done!"

Zhou Xiaolian chuckled and rushed toward another person.

Zhao Tiezhu had no Spiritual Artifact and no battle armor, but as the Junior Brother of Zhao Yan, his fist technique was fierce and powerful.

He charged into the crowd, his fists moving like the wind. Every punch carried a scorching aura, sending his opponents into a chorus of wails and howls.

"This punch is for the time you skimped on our Spirit Medicine!"

He smashed a fist into the face of a Taihu Clan Disciple, causing blood to spray wildly from the man's nose.

"This punch is for insulting our Hehuan Sect!"

With another punch, another person clutched his face and crouched down.

"This punch is for bullying our Junior Sister!"

With a third punch, the person went flying, slamming into a tree and causing the leaves to rustle down.

He cursed with every punch, growing more excited and more ferocious with each strike.

His fists were imbued with scorching True Qi; those he struck had their clothes scorched, leaving black marks on their skin and causing them to howl in pain.

"Come on! Come again! Isn't there a lot of you?" Zhao Tiezhu roared. "I'll take on ten of you today!"

A Taihu Clan Disciple nearby tried to attack him from the side, but he was kicked away, slamming into a rock and vomiting blood.

The Taihu Clan side was in complete chaos.

Although they had the numbers, they were completely unprepared.

The Hehuan Sect's charge had completely scattered them.

Furthermore, these Hehuan Sect members were acting like madmen, lunging forward with no regard for their own lives, completely unlike the weak and easily bullied trash they had imagined them to be.

"Is... is this really the Hehuan Sect?"

"How can they be so good at fighting?!"

"Didn't they say they were all trash?!"

"Help! Someone save me!"

The Taihu Clan Disciples cried out in alarm, trying to organize a counterattack, but they couldn't coordinate at all.

Some tried to flee, only to be chased down and pinned to the ground by Hehuan Sect Disciples.

Others tried to resist, but as soon as they raised their Magical Artifacts, they were surrounded by seven or eight people and pummeled with kicks and punches.

Still others knelt on the ground begging for mercy, but it was useless; the beating continued regardless.

Several Taihu Clan Disciples at the Foundation Establishment Stage Peak tried to stabilize the situation, shouting loudly, "Don't panic! Form ranks! Form ranks! Everyone gather together, don't scatter!"

But no sooner had they finished speaking than Zhou Daniu knocked them to the ground with the butt of his spear.

"Form your mother's head!" Zhou Daniu cursed. "Weren't you shouting pretty loudly just a moment ago? Now you know how to form ranks? Too late!"

He stepped on the man's chest. The man struggled to get up, but he couldn't move at all.

"You... you trash at the Foundation Establishment Stage, dare to hit me?" the man said angrily.

Zhou Daniu leaned down, patted his face, and smiled. "Trash? Then if you were beaten by trash, what does that make you? The trash of trash?"

The man's face turned red with anger, but with his chest being stepped on, he couldn't say a word.

The Hehuan Sect Disciples completely let loose.

They had been holding back for too long. Since entering Tianyin Mountain, they had been bullied, mocked, and humiliated by these Taihu Clan Disciples.

Every time a conflict arose, they had to endure it, yield, and bow their heads.

Because they knew they were living under someone else's roof and couldn't afford to cause trouble.

But now, the Sect Master had said—take them down!

What was there to be afraid of?

A young Hehuan Sect female Disciple, who was usually quiet and gentle, now had bloodshot eyes.

Her name was Liu'er, a Disciple of Hua Xunhuan. She was usually the gentlest of them all, speaking in soft, delicate tones.

But at this moment, she rushed forward, grabbed a Taihu Clan female Disciple by the hair, and began slapping her while cursing:

"That's for calling me a vixen! That's for calling me a slut! That's for bullying me! That's for insulting our Hehuan Sect! That's for insulting our Sect Master!"

With every curse, she delivered a slap, the sounds ringing out clearly.

The Taihu Clan female Disciple was beaten until her face was covered in blood, crying and begging for mercy: "I won't do it again! I won't do it again! Spare me! I'll never dare to do it again!"

Only then did Liu'er let go and kick her away. She panted heavily, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

She looked back at Hua Xunhuan and discovered that her Master was covering her mouth with a round fan, watching her with a smile and giving her a thumbs up.

Liu'er blushed, but quickly rushed toward another person.

In another direction, several Hehuan Sect male Disciples surrounded a Taihu Clan Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator and pummeled him with punches and kicks.

"Didn't you say you'd make it impossible for our Hehuan Sect to stay in Tianyin Mountain? Now who's the one who can't stay?"

"Didn't you say we were trash? Now who's the trash?"

"What did you call our Sect Master just now? Try saying it again!"

The Taihu Clan Cultivator clutched his head, curled up on the ground, and cried out: "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I was wrong! I was wrong! I'll never dare again!"

"Wrong your mother!" A foot kicked him in the face.

The Cultivator's nose sprayed blood, a few teeth were knocked out, his mouth was full of blood, and he cried and begged for mercy.

"Call me Grandfather!"

"Grandfather! Grandfather! Spare your grandson!"

The Hehuan Sect Disciples finally stopped and laughed heartily.

For a time, the area outside the mountain gate was filled with wails, with the sounds of crying, begging, and cursing all blending together.