Chapter 3908 — T019 Double Eleven Special Chapter 6: The Mortal Realm

The turn of events came so suddenly that Wu Chengtian and the others had not the slightest warning. Even Qiu Lingshan herself realized what was happening only after the fact.

By then, it was already too late to flee. In the next instant, she would have met her death.

"For the dignified president of the Overseas Cultivators' Association to resort to such a despicable move as ganging up on someone in a surprise attack—what an eye-opener!" A dark, sullen voice rang out. Several figures came sweeping rapidly toward them from the distance.

He Dantou and the others were startled and faltered for the briefest moment. By then, several figures had already appeared before them, blocking their way and rescuing Qiu Lingshan at the very brink of disaster.

"The Blood-Robed Ancestor?" Once they got a clear look at the newcomers, everyone's expression changed, shock and horror plain on every face.

It was not only the Blood-Robed Ancestor. The Yellow Springs Ancestor, the Gloomy Ancestor, and the others had all appeared as well. The Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect's top experts had come out in full force!

As the most powerful and terrifying assassin organization in the world, the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect needed no introduction when it came to intimidation. Even figures as formidable as He Dantou and the Iron-Robed Sect paled at the very mention of them, unwilling to provoke such a troublesome enemy without cause.

No one had imagined that their assault on Wei Zhao's people today would draw out the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect. Judging by appearances, they even meant to intervene with overwhelming force. They had clearly not come in peace.

The sudden appearance of the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect's experts left both sides of the melee stunned. Without realizing it, everyone stopped attacking, eager to see where these newcomers stood.

Seeing every eye turn toward him, the Blood-Robed Ancestor gave a sinister smile and said in a low voice, "This ancestor has come here today for the express purpose of announcing something to you all. Before Young Master Wei Zhao departed, he entrusted a commission to my Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect. From this day forward, all his women and subordinates are under the protection of my sect. Anyone who dares lay a finger on them will be an enemy of the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect. We will fight to the death!"

Hiss! He Dantou and the others drew a sharp breath. As they looked at the experts of the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect, every face wore the unmistakable expression of someone who had just seen a ghost.

What the hell was wrong with them? An assassin organization that did not go around killing people, but had suddenly shown up to announce that it would protect Wei Zhao's women and underlings? Had they taken the wrong medicine, or had Wei Zhao kicked them so hard they had all gone insane?

He Dantou and the others were merely stunned and incredulous. But the men of the Iron-Robed Sect, after hearing the Blood-Robed Ancestor's words, were genuinely moved to tears. Their knees nearly buckled, and they almost dropped to the ground in front of everyone.

For the few of them, the day's ordeal had been nothing short of a bitter tale of misery.

First, Qiu Lingshan and her five companions had given them a terrible scare. At long last, they had managed to summon He Dantou and the others, only for three more Heaven-Tier Great Perfection experts to leap out from the opposing side. And now, just when they had finally found a chance to break the deadlock, the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect had appeared as well. What the hell, were they even going to be allowed to live?

By contrast, Qiu Lingshan and the others were overjoyed. They had never imagined that Wei Zhao would have arranged such a contingency plan, actually bringing even the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect under control and turning them into their personal guard. It was almost too incredible to believe.

What they did not know was that the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect had not appeared on Wei Zhao's orders at all. After detecting the movements of He Dantou and his companions, they had come specifically to break the siege.

The two sides had already been evenly matched. Now that an entire host of vicious fiends from the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect had joined the fray, He Dantou and the Iron-Robed Sect were suddenly caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. If the fight continued, every last one of them would be buried here.

"Well, President He? If you still wish to fight, this ancestor will be happy to oblige." The Blood-Robed Ancestor fixed He Dantou with a mocking smile.

As an elder statesman of the assassin world, the Blood-Robed Ancestor was a monster that inspired dread. Even if everyone stood at the same level, once he truly began fighting, ordinary people would never dare face him.

His attacks were almost always killing blows delivered in an instant. Even opponents at Great Perfection could easily fall victim to him.

With all eyes upon him, He Dantou held his tongue for a long while before finally forcing out, "You win. Just you wait. We will settle this another day!"

With that, He Dantou hurriedly led his people away, fleeing in disgrace. He feared that if the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect and Qiu Lingshan's group continued attacking regardless of the cost, escaping with their lives and limbs intact would become impossible.

As for the Iron-Robed Ancestor and the others from the Iron-Robed Sect, they were so terrified that they scrambled away on hands and knees, fleeing in utter disarray and not daring to remain another moment.

After this battle, Wei Zhao's people were bound to become famous throughout the world. More than a dozen Heaven-Tier Great Perfection experts—one had to understand that even the ancient sects might not possess such astonishing reserves of strength.

And to make matters worse, they had the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect's vicious fiends as reinforcements. Anyone bold enough to provoke them clearly did not even know how the word death was written. Had they not seen how even He Dantou himself could only swallow his humiliation and flee with his tail between his legs?

He Dantou, however, had never been the sort of man who could swallow an insult and simply turn the other cheek. After suffering such a stifling defeat, expecting him to let the matter rest was nothing short of a fool's dream.

If Wei Zhao had still been in the mortal world, they could have let it go. They truly would have been unable to defeat him. But Wei Zhao was gone, and his underlings had still bullied them. That was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

After fleeing East Sea City in a thoroughly bedraggled state, He Dantou suddenly stopped and turned to the men of the Iron-Robed Sect. "Gentlemen, after making such fools of ourselves today, if we do not win back our honor at once, we will become a laughingstock among cultivators across the world within days. Surely you do not intend to swallow this humiliation without a word?"

The Iron-Robed Ancestor and the others exchanged glances, their faces troubled. "President He, even if we cannot swallow this humiliation, what can we do? The situation is simply beyond our control."

If it had only been Qiu Lingshan and her people, then although the sudden appearance of nine Heaven-Tier Great Perfection experts had nearly driven them insane with fright, it would have been absurd to say they were now too terrified to face them.

However one looked at it, those people were still nothing more than inexperienced youngsters in their eyes. They might have numbers on their side, but that did not necessarily mean they could not be dealt with. If they joined forces with He Dantou and the others, they would in fact still have held a considerable advantage.