"Sect Leader, we absolutely cannot let the second son act so arrogantly. If this matter gets out, won't it make the world laugh at us?"
The second elder, supporting the first elder, turned to Sect Leader Bai Yihe beside him and shouted furiously.
But Bai Yihe's old eyes widened, staring at Wan Yunting with shock and vigilance, ignoring the elders' words. He said coldly, "Sect Leader Wan, this isn't the martial art of the Wuliang Daoist Temple, is it?"
Wan Yunting spun the iron sword in his hand, casting a cold glance at Bai Yihe and sneering, "What, who stipulated that people from one sect cannot practice the martial arts of other sects? Aren't you, Sect Leader Bai, detaining my Sister Lu because you want the martial arts she possesses?"
"Let me tell you, her martial arts were taught by me. If you want them, come and ask me directly!"
This time, Bai Yihe was not just shocked but also caught off guard. "It seems I have underestimated you, Sect Leader Wan. To have such martial arts at such a young age. However, Sect Leader Wan, I still advise you to leave a line for yourself, so you can meet again in the future. Don't do things so absolutely!"
Wan Yunting narrowed his sharp eyes, his tone even more forceful, "I said, your son made a mistake, and he must pay the corresponding price!"
Upon hearing this, Bai Yihe's old face turned extremely grim. He stepped on the hilt of an iron sword on the ground, slid it backward, and flicked the long sword up with his toe. He directly grabbed the hilt with his right hand, spun it inward twice, and slowly walked towards Wan Yunting, saying coldly, "Since you insist on doing this, then don't blame me!"
"All of you, attack..."
The second elder picked up the first elder's sabre, and the third and sixth elders, along with other managers from the Hengshan Sect, all drew their weapons. The ordinary disciples, each holding weapons used for acrobatics, watched from a distance with nervous expressions, showing no intention of joining the Sect Leader in surrounding Wan Yunting and Lu Xiaodie.
At this moment, Bai Yihe had no idea how powerful Wan Yunting's martial arts were.
Bai Yihe had been invited to the grand ancestral ceremony of the Wuliang Daoist Temple before, but he had always been unwilling to associate with third-rate sects, so he never sent anyone, not even a congratulatory message.
Bai Yihe's daily concern was only about getting rich, and he knew very little about Wan Yunting's deeds.
If it weren't for Wan Yunting's considerable fame in the capital during the New Year, Bai Yihe might not have recognized him at all.
Seeing the second and third elders, and the sixth elder, coming to help, Bai Yihe's confidence greatly increased. He pointed his long sword at Wan Yunting and snorted, "Wan Yunting, if you're to blame anyone, blame yourself for being too young. Attack!"
Instantly, the second elder, the third elder, and the other five, along with Bai Yihe, all charged towards Wan Yunting...
Over there, Lu Xiaodie, who was stepping on Bai Kangliang, wanted to help, but Wan Yunting shouted, "No need, I alone am enough!"
"Arrogant."
Seeing Wan Yunting acting so presumptuously and not taking them seriously, Bai Yihe circulated his powerful internal energy to his long sword. The sword pierced the air, emitting a metallic hum. He was the first to reach Wan Yunting...
Clang!
With a sound of metal colliding, Wan Yunting, at the critical moment, raised the long sword in his hand vertically in front of him, blocking Bai Yihe's direct thrust with his blade. Wan Yunting could feel a powerful sword energy entering his right hand, but his posture was as firm as a pine tree, not taking a single step back from Bai Yihe's full-force attack.
"Hmph!"
Wan Yunting's sharp eyes suddenly snapped open, and his entire aura erupted like a volcano. The domineering qi blew the fallen leaves on the ground away, causing Bai Yihe's old face in front of him to change instantly...
"Tiangang Po Gui!"
The next moment, Wan Yunting stomped hard on the ground, leaping backward into the air. His dantian circulated powerful qi into his long sword. With a cold hum, he swept his right hand, the long sword, horizontally towards Bai Yihe, the second elder, and the third elder in front of him. Instantly, over a dozen invisible sword qi, like divine beings cleaving through demons, struck down with a crackling sound of weapons falling to the ground...
"Ah..."
Followed by screams, the second elder and the third elder, along with Bai Yihe, were all sent flying by Wan Yunting's dozen or so wildly flying sword qi. Those wild sword qi, landing on the hard stone floor, could leave a sword mark, let alone when they fell upon people, leaving open sword wounds...
*Puff...*
Bai Yihe fell to the ground, clutching his chest with a large hand. His old eyes were wide open, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his old face turning pale...
"Yihe..."
His wife, Qin Juan, snapped out of her shock and ran over with a cry to help Bai Yihe, tears welling up in fear.
Wan Yunting slowly landed on the ground, his face stern as he watched everything. Zheng Rong beside him reacted, looking at him with shocked eyes and couldn't help but exclaim, "Such powerful sword qi!"
"Senior Sister Zheng, that's sword qi!"
Duan Yingying next to him corrected her, causing Zheng Rong to show an even more astonished expression. She knew that sword qi was a step above sword energy, and anyone who could unleash sword qi was definitely a demonic genius of the sword, not something ordinary sword practitioners could comprehend.
Wan Yunting looked at the ordinary iron sword in his hand. If it were the Gentleman's Sword, the power of the sword qi would be even more terrifying.
"Sect Leader Bai, how do you feel?"
Wan Yunting's gaze fell upon Bai Yihe, who was lying on the ground, supported by Qin Juan, unable to get up. The second and third elders were also on the ground, all injured, with a few disciples anxiously bandaging them while also calling for emergency services and the police...
"Do you still dare to say that you can keep me now?"
Wan Yunting narrowed his sharp eyes, looking directly at Bai Yihe, and sneered.
"Get up for me..."
Over there, Lu Xiaodie lifted her foot and grabbed Bai Kangliang, who was lying on the ground. Her handsome and pretty face was full of rage as she fiercely kicked towards Bai Kangliang's groin: "How dare you bully me, I'll make sure you have no descendants!"
"Ah..."
Bai Kangliang screamed. He clearly felt his two testicles being violently impacted and shattered. The searing pain spread through all his nerves. He hugged his groin with both hands and curled up like a shrimp on the ground, letting out pig-slaughtering screams that terrified the young disciples in the distance, causing them to instinctively cover their groins. It was too tragic.
"Liang'er..."
Upon seeing this, Qin Juan cried out, her tear-filled eyes glaring at Lu Xiaodie: "How can you be so heartless."
"Heartless?"
Lu Xiaodie glared at Qin Juan and cursed, "You son drugged me, why aren't you saying that? It wouldn't be going too far even if I killed him!"
These words choked Qin Juan, who began to cry and wail. Bai Yihe, in her arms, his pale old face twitching, finally felt fear at this moment. He knew that Wan Yunting was not just the master of the Wuliang Daoist Temple. If he really pursued the matter, his entire family would be finished.
So, Bai Yihe struggled to get up, showing regret and pleading. He trembled and said, "Sect Leader Wan, it is I... I, Bai, who failed in my upbringing. I implore Sect Leader Wan to forgive him. Please, you truly cannot send him to jail."
"Wuwu, Sect Leader Wan, please be merciful and don't send my son to jail," Qin Juan also pleaded tearfully.
Wan Yunting, with a cold face, said nothing but turned to look at Lu Xiaodie, as she was the party involved!
"Fine, if you don't want us to send him to prison, then you will kneel and beg me!" Lu Xiaodie's pretty face was gloomy, her bright eyes glaring at Bai Yihe and his wife, and she snorted coldly.
"You...!"
Bai Yihe's eyes widened as he stared at Lu Xiaodie. These words made his old face twitch, and his body tremble violently. He never expected Lu Xiaodie to make such a demand.
All the disciples of the Hengshan Sect were present. Some disciples even took out their phones and were secretly filming this scene, acting like spectators enjoying the show.
"Not kneeling, huh?"
Lu Xiaodie turned to Wan Yunting and said, "Little brother, tell them to send him to prison. He must be locked up for at least ten years, preferably to spend his entire life in prison."
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded. Qin Juan, in front of him, cried, "No, I'll kneel, I'll kneel..."
For such a scoundrel son, as a mother, Qin Juan directly knelt down. Bai Yihe beside her saw this and felt that his old face and dignity were completely shattered. Seeing him still standing, Qin Juan quickly tugged at him and pleaded, "Yihe, for our Liang'er's future, what face or dignity do you still care about?"
Indeed, they only had this one son. If he really spent his life in prison, they would be childless. Finally, Bai Yihe gritted his teeth and knelt down, lowering his head...
"My goodness, the Sect Leader actually knelt!"
"Big news, hurry up and film it...!"
The surrounding onlookers, holding their phones, filmed this scene from a distance. They felt no shame for their Sect Leader; instead, they were excited.
Especially the female disciples, their expressions were agitated, and they couldn't help but cheer...
"Xiaodie, please let us go..." Qin Juan pleaded.
Lu Xiaodie seemed not to have expected that the old scoundrel Bai Yihe would actually kneel before her, so she turned to look at Wan Yunting.
Wan Yunting thought for a moment, then nodded slightly at Lu Xiaodie. She then said, "Little brother, let's go."
"Okay."
Wan Yunting nodded, calling Duan Yingying. Lu Xiaodie also called Zheng Rong. Ignoring Bai Yihe, who was kneeling there, they walked towards the outside...
The surrounding disciples naturally did not dare to stop them. Qin Juan hurriedly got up and rushed to her son Bai Kangliang: "Son, how are you, wuwu..."
Bai Yihe, who had been kneeling, sat down with a thump. He seemed to have lost his soul, his old eyes vacant as he sat there blankly. He never imagined that things would have escalated to this point.
He had originally thought he could use Lu Xiaodie to make Wan Yunting owe him a favor.
But it was his own scoundrel son who drugged Lu Xiaodie with malicious intent, and Wan Yunting happened to run into it, leading to this situation.
After regaining his senses, Bai Yihe's old eyes revealed a sinister and fierce look. He gritted his teeth and muttered, "Wan Yunting, Bai Yihe and you are irreconcilable enemies!"