411: Chapter 411 What? Isn't this what you wanted to see?

Outside the mountain gate, the battle was nearing its end.

Of the four or five hundred Taihu Clan members, fewer than a hundred were still standing.

On the Hehuan Sect side, there were almost no casualties—a few Disciples had suffered minor injuries, with a few cuts, and some were bruised and swollen, but these were all just superficial wounds that were of no consequence.

Zhou Daniu had a cut on his arm, blood streaming down, but he didn't even notice, still shouting excitedly.

Zhou Daniu stood in the center of the crowd, covered in blood—all of it belonging to others.

He looked around and shouted loudly, "Who else? Who else wants to fight? Step out! I haven't had enough yet!"

Those Taihu Clan Disciples still standing looked at their fallen companions, then at these Hehuan Sect Disciples who were like mad tigers, and didn't dare to make another move. One by one, they shrank their necks and retreated.

Some had legs so weak they couldn't even stand steadily, only able to remain upright by supporting each other.

"No... no more fighting..."

"We surrender..."

"Spare us..."

Zhou Daniu laughed heartily, "Surrender? Weren't you shouting quite happily just a moment ago? Didn't you say you were going to kill us all? Why are you surrendering now?"

A Taihu Clan Disciple said with a mournful face, "We... we just came to join the fun... we didn't really want to fight... It was Zhou Kun! It was Zhou Kun who made us come! He said there would be Spirit Stones to take after the fight! We don't know anything!"

"Join the fun?" Zhou Daniu glared, "You fight even when joining the fun! I'll show you joining the fun! I'll show you taking Spirit Stones! Where are the Spirit Stones? Take them out!"

The Taihu Clan Disciple trembled in fear, hurriedly pulling a handful of Spirit Stones from his robe and handing them over with shaking hands, "Give... giving them to you... all for you... please don't hit me anymore..."

Zhou Daniu snatched the Spirit Stones and chuckled, "That's more like it. Get lost!"

The Taihu Clan Disciple acted as if he had been granted amnesty, turning to run, but in his haste, he tripped over a corpse on the ground, fell flat on his face, and scrambled away, rolling and crawling.

Spirit Stones were scattered all over the ground, but he didn't even bother to pick them up.

Seeing this, the other Taihu Clan Disciples also hurriedly pulled out Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, and Magical Artifacts, threw them on the ground, and turned to run.

Some ran so fast they lost their shoes, running barefoot on the ground without even looking back to retrieve them.

The Hehuan Sect Disciples watched the Taihu Clan Disciples fleeing in such a sorry state and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha! Look at their pathetic state!"

"Weren't they acting so tough just now? Why are they cowards now?"

"And they call themselves Golden Core Stage, they can't even beat us Foundation Establishment Stage!"

"They even said they would wipe out our sect, now who's wiping out whom?"

The laughter echoed outside the mountain gate, carrying far into the distance.

At the valley entrance, Leng Ningshuang, Zhao Yan, Ning Caihe, and Qingyan had not made a move from start to finish.

Leng Ningshuang crossed her arms, watching the scene coldly, a trace of complexity flashing in her eyes.

She hadn't expected that these Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, whom she usually scolded, would be so fierce when fighting.

That Zhou Daniu, usually so silly, was actually quite a capable fighter.

And Li Ergou, usually glib-tongued, was more ruthless than anyone when fighting.

And Sun Xiaohua, Zhou Xiaolian, Zhao Tiezhu... each of them seemed like a different person.

Zhao Yan grinned, unable to close his mouth from laughing, "Hahaha! Well fought! Well fought! That kid Zhou Daniu, usually looks silly, but he's quite a fighter! I'll have to praise him well later!"

Ning Caihe remained expressionless, but the hand gripping his sword loosened slightly.

He watched the Taihu Clan Disciples fleeing with their heads in their hands, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, revealing an imperceptible smile.

Qingyan stood behind them, watching the Taihu Clan Disciples being beaten, a smile appearing on her small face.

She muttered softly, "Serves them right... who told them to bully people... who told them to curse Sect Master brother..."

The Grand Elder stood in place, watching this scene, speechless for a long time.

He had originally wanted to persuade Xu Ruyu to reason with them, but now it seemed that fists were indeed more effective than reason.

With these Taihu Clan people, if you try to reason with them, they won't listen; if you give them a beating, they become more obedient than anyone.

Fifth Elder Hua Xunhuan covered her mouth with a round fan, laughing until she trembled, "Oh my, these little ones are really fierce when they fight. From now on, who would dare call our Hehuan Sect trash? Who would dare bully our people?"

Granny Liu stood behind the crowd, a gleam flashing in her cloudy old eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly lifted, revealing a rare smile.

Leaning on her cane, she watched the Taihu Clan Disciples fleeing in a sorry state and nodded gently.

Xu Ruyu stood in place, watching all this, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

He knew that from today on, the Hehuan Sect's status in Tianyin Mountain would change completely.

Not by reasoning, not by being subservient, but by fists, by strength.

Xiao Nianyin stood behind him, watching the Taihu Clan Disciples fleeing with their heads in their hands, a trace of complexity flashing in her eyes.

She remembered the young man she had once viewed as an ant back at the Hehuan Sect ancestral grounds.

Now, he had led the Hehuan Sect to fight and establish its own prestige.

And she could only stand behind him, watching all of this.

But in her heart, there was not the slightest bit of unwillingness.

Instead, there was a kind of... indescribable... pride?

Just then, a roar came from the distance, "Stop!"

The voice was like a thunderclap, shaking the leaves so they fell rustlingly, and the air seemed to solidify.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people rushing over.

Leading them were Mo Feng, Kumu, and Hu Yong.

Behind them followed dozens of higher-cultivation Taihu Clan Cultivators, all with powerful Auras, at least at the Golden Core Peak, with a few even at the Nascent Soul Stage!

These people wore uniform grey robes, held Magical Artifacts, and had aggressive Auras; it was clear they were the elite force of the Taihu Clan.

Mo Feng's face was livid. Looking at the wounded on the ground, the fleeing Taihu Clan Disciples, and the Spiritual Artifacts and battle armor on the Hehuan Sect Disciples, his eyes were practically spitting fire!

"Xu Ruyu!" he roared, "You dare to hit my Taihu Clan members?! Do you know what you are doing? You are making an enemy of the entire Taihu Clan!"

Xu Ruyu looked at him and smiled slightly, a smile full of mockery.

"Hit? So what if I did? I even wanted to kill them."

Mo Feng was trembling with rage, shouting sternly, "You—"

Xu Ruyu interrupted him, saying indifferently, "Mo Feng, enough nonsense. You sent these people to surround my mountain gate, wasn't it just to force me to act? Now that I've acted, are you satisfied?"