Chapter 47: Night Battle

All three shared a relaxed smile.

Tie Ying continued

"However, our target this time isn't to massacre the Zhenwu Sect, but to claim the Zhenwu Sect's inheritance."

Tie Long nodded and said

"Exactly. The primary target is the Sutra Pavilion. Second Brother, you are the fastest; you'll head to the Sutra Pavilion when the time comes. I'll make a commotion up front to draw Jiang Baishan and those true disciples away. If anyone stands in your way, deal with them quickly and find the inheritance techniques within the Zhenwu Sect."

"Third Brother, you'll provide support from the rear. If there's any movement, support our retreat at any time. Additionally, keep an eye on the foot of the mountain. If someone else has their eyes on the Zhenwu Sect and we run into them, it won't be good."

Tie Hu and Tie Ying both nodded.

Having been notorious for so many years, their ability to remain so composed and free was inseparable from their tacit cooperation.

However, Tie Hu spoke up with a hint of dissatisfaction

"Boss, that man surnamed Wang paid such a heavy price to hire the three of us. It seems this Zhenwu Sect inheritance is no small matter. Are we just going to hand it over to him like this?"

Tie Long said helplessly

"You idiot, we can just quietly make a copy for ourselves when the time comes. We'll give one copy to Wang. If that old Daoist of Long Mountain comes out of seclusion full of vigor, we can let them draw his attention instead."

"There are rumors in the martial world that the old Daoist of Long Mountain was able to step into the Yuandan Realm so quickly because of the inheritance he obtained back then. We must take this opportunity to see it for ourselves."

"If it truly is a peerless inheritance, we'll grab it and flee to Cangzhou. Do you think that man Wang and the old Daoist of Long Mountain can cross thousands of mountains and rivers to find us?"

The three of them gave sinister smiles.

The night grew deeper.

Tie Long checked the time and said coldly

"Move!"

The three of them soared into the sky like great eagles.

Immediately after, they split into three routes.

Tie Hu crouched near the mountain gate of the Zhenwu Sect to provide support, while Tie Long headed straight for the sect. As for Tie Ying, he concealed his form, poised and ready.

Before long.

A series of booms rang out, followed by shouts and curses.

"How dare you come to my Zhenwu Sect and act so insolently!"

"Where did these thieves come from? Do you seek death!"

"A dignified Gangyuan Realm expert is still hiding his head and showing his tail? Let me, Jiang Baishan, meet you!"

More and more disciples of the Zhenwu Sect gathered.

Tie Long's low, raspy laughter also echoed in the night sky

"I heard the old Daoist of Long Mountain is near death. I want to see if that's true. Call the old Daoist out; you little brats aren't worthy."

On the martial arts field.

Flashes of light converged from all directions.

Tie Long stood alone with his hands behind his back, possessing an aura that seemed unstoppable by ten thousand men. With a casual flick of his fingers, he sent a strand of Gangqi—carrying terrifying momentum—shooting toward an inner disciple.

The disciple's mind went blank. Fortunately, Jiang Baishan intervened from a distance, swinging a burst of sword qi to sever the Gangqi.

Otherwise, the disciple's head would likely have rolled off immediately.

Even so, having been grazed by the Gangqi, a wound deep enough to reach the bone appeared on his chest.

The gap between the Neiyuan Realm and the Gangqi Realm was simply too vast.

Jiang Baishan's eyes turned cold as he shouted

"Everyone, stand back! I will face him!"

His figure moved like lightning as he charged toward Tie Long.

Their words clashed continuously as he probed Tie Long's identity. He was inwardly shocked; he could clearly feel that this man in black possessed extraordinary strength and seemed to have strength to spare.

"What are your intentions, disrupting my Zhenwu Sect in the middle of the night!"

Tie Long only responded with a cold sneer.

Since the Long Mountain Daoist had not appeared for so long, it seemed he was indeed in a deathly seclusion and unable to come out. This put Tie Long's mind at ease.

He even spoke mockingly

"Is this all the strength the Zhenwu Sect has? A reputation built on nothing!"

Jiang Baishan's face flushed with anger, but he was powerless. Fortunately, at that moment, Xiong Shi, Ye Qinghe, and other true disciples arrived.

"Fifth Junior Brother, we are here to help you!"

The strength of these true disciples was indeed impressive.

Once they joined the fray, they immediately worked together to restrain Tie Long, preventing him from harming anyone else.

With the commotion happening there.

Tie Ying immediately made his move.

"No signal arrow. It seems Boss is handling things with ease."

Watching the lights converging toward the martial arts field, he gave a sinister laugh and concealed his form, creeping toward the direction of the Sutra Pavilion.

Tie Ying's movement technique was highly sophisticated. Gangqi flowed at his toes, allowing him to cover vast distances in a single step, easily avoiding the scattered disciples heading toward the martial arts field.

But for some reason.

The deeper he went, the more a sense of trepidation gripped him.

It was as if he were being watched by something.

He secretly heightened his vigilance.

"Who's there? Get out!"

Finally, unable to endure the maddening sensation, Tie Ying swung his hand and struck at a nearby pavilion.

The Gangyuan exploded, wooden pillars snapped, and the pavilion began to wobble precously.

Tie Ying's gaze sharpened.

A middle-aged Daoist stepped out from the shadows and appeared before him. The man had an ordinary appearance and carried a large sword on his back.

This Daoist was none other than Ning Qi, having transformed his appearance.

He had naturally sensed the commotion at the martial arts field and had intended to go and support them, but he hadn't expected this night raider to be so cunning—using a diversion to strike the real target, the Sutra Pavilion. After observing for a moment, he realized this person was not weak; he must be in the Gangyuan Realm.

"A coward hiding in the shadows has finally come out."

Tie Ying grinned savagely.

However, his internal vigilance had reached its peak; he realized he could not see through this Daoist.

Ning Qi said calmly

"I fear that you are the one hiding in the shadows. What business do you have visiting my Zhenwu Sect in the middle of the night?"

He had intended to find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but the perception of a Gangyuan Realm expert was extraordinary, and he had no chance to get close. This person had intentionally caused damage just to force him out.

"I must end this quickly."

His fellow senior brothers were still fighting at the front; Ning Qi could not afford to waste time.

Just as Tie Ying was about to reply.

He found that the Daoist had charged at him without a word, completely ignoring all conventional patterns. His hair stood on end as a sense of crisis enveloped his heart. Someone capable of such intimidation must also be in the Gangyuan Realm.

"The Zhenwu Sect actually hides an expert like this? That man Wang has ruined me!"

Tie Ying roared inwardly, his Gangqi erupting at full power.

Streaks of fist and claw qi tore through the air, faintly emitting the cry of an eagle in the night sky. His name was Flying Eagle; he was skilled in movement techniques, but his strength was also formidable. His Sky Eagle True Gang was incredibly sharp, and now, every strand of Gangqi pierced the air with immense momentum.

But in the next instant.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He saw that the Daoist opposite him had not even revealed any Gangqi; he had merely swung his large sword casually, and yet, all the incoming Gangqi had been shattered.

Immediately after, Tie Ying was incensed

"A dignified Gangyuan Realm expert refusing to show his Gangqi—are you trying to play games with me?"

With a cold gaze, his body dove like an eagle. The Sky Eagle True Gang was best suited for close combat; he intended to teach this arrogant Daoist a lesson.

Ning Qi was secretly marveling at how excellent the Long Xiao Sword truly was. Seeing the man in black provoked and charging forward, he couldn't help but smile inwardly.

For him, the most troublesome part of dealing with the Gangyuan Realm was that Gangqi could be shot from dozens of yards away.

If the opponent fought him from a distance.

It would take considerable effort to get close.

But now.

Tie Ying, unaware of Ning Qi's true foundation, had charged straight in.

He was essentially waving his hand at the King of Hell.