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