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Chapter 407: Going a Long Way to Pay One’s Respects, A Small Gift Laden with Deep Affection

Chapter 407: Chapter 407: Going a Long Way to Pay One’s Respects, A Small Gift Laden with Deep Affection

"Evil God, how ruthless you are!"

"Senior, are you surprised to see three old acquaintances?"

With a smile that was not quite a smile, Xiao Zheng looked at Qin Batian and teased, "On this auspicious birthday, this junior presents you with a couplet as a token of my respect. The first line reads: A thousand miles to deliver a head; the second line reads: The gift is light but the sentiment is heavy; the horizontal scroll reads: Old Immortal!"

"Pfft..."

Qin Batian only felt a mountain-shattering force within him, a sweetness in his throat, and he spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood, pointing at Xiao Zheng tremblingly, with hatred filling the sky.

"Disciples of the Thieves Sect, heed my command, flay these three alive, a thousand cuts!"

"Bang Bang!"

Faced with encirclement, Titan and Long Qie slammed down a giant hammer and a pitch-black battle-axe onto the ground with tremendous force, imposing without anger.

In an instant, the marble floor cracked open, like ice under pressure, with spiderweb-like cracks continuously expanding.

Xiao Zheng stood immovable as a mountain, his gaze piercing as he looked at Qin Batian and said indifferently, "Old man, is this the Thieves Sect’s way of treating guests?"

"Hmph!"

Qin Batian angrily stood up, his complexion darkening, and said furiously, "Fine wine and fine dishes are for friends; for enemies, only the confrontation of swords and spears!"

Silence!

All the people of Jianghu held their breath, watching this situation, a bloody battle was inevitable; if things got out of hand, innocent bystanders could be affected since blades and spears have no eyes.

Alas, didn’t check the almanac before leaving home, one could easily perish here.

However, the Thieves Sect, with a thousand years of heritage, could not possibly be defeated. The question now was, should one lend a hand?

"Mr. Li, should we help out? After all, our dealings are with the Thieves Sect."

"Let’s wait and see. If the Thieves Sect has an overwhelming advantage, then it wouldn’t be too late to help."

"Yes, someone who dares to kill Qin Wuya, Huang Wen, and Wang Wei must be no mean feat. We should not act rashly."

"We’re on the same rope as locusts with the Thieves Sect; we share glory and loss together. Is it really good for us to sit on the fence, to watch the scenery and to peer down at the water flow?"

"..."

In the arena.

The experts from the Thieves Sect had Xiao Zheng and the others completely surrounded, eyes brimming with aggression as they stood off against each other, none daring to make the first move since they did not know the true power of the Evil God.

Yet Xiao Zheng simply waved his hand, expression as still as water, "Long Qie, Titan, give them a taste of color."

"Just a bunch of dogs!"

Long Qie, with undisguised contempt, lifted his axe, swung a few flourishes, and charged towards the Thieves Sect experts with the force of a gale. He swept through them as swiftly as a shooting star, bringing with him a whirlwind of blood and fishy wind.

"Playing with petty thieves and their brats!"

Titan also showed a disdainful sneer, swinging a massive hammer at the nearest person, catching them off-guard with the momentum of thunder.

"Puff!"

The Thieves Sect expert had no chance to scream before his head was smashed open by the hammer, brain matter splattering, and the suppressed scent of blood spread through the air.

Holy shit!

The onlookers were all horrified. Was this still human? One hammer blow and turned into mincemeat? Too damn terrifying.

Meanwhile, Long Qie wasn’t far behind in wreaking havoc.

Where his battle-axe passed, heads flew, and no one could withstand a single blow.

Qin Batian was extremely shocked and muttered, "Are these two both Innate Masters?"

"The Sect Leader sees rightly, indeed they are Innate!" The Left Envoy, Kang Kai, stroked his beard and nodded gravely.

Even with the Thieves Sect’s thousand years of heritage, it similarly had very few Innate Masters. After all, the world’s natural treasures were becoming ever scarcer, and increasing one’s power had become exceedingly difficult.

Even Sect Leader Qin Batian is now merely at Mid-stage Innate, as for Kang Kai, Chen Chi, and Yan Han, they are all at Early Innate.

The other high-ranking experts of the sect are second- and third-rate, with first-rate and Innate being a watershed and a chasm that is incredibly hard to cross.

Qin Wuya, who was seen as the hope of the sect, was also slain by the Evil God, making the sect’s continuous decline inevitable.

"To think that our sect’s founder was so extraordinary, with cultivation reaching the venerable Martial Saint, and the succession of sect leaders also being Grandmasters incessantly. It’s just that in the past hundred years or so, despite exhausting all means to cultivate, the title of Grandmaster has been unattainable, not even an Innate Peak exists among us, this is undoubtedly a tragedy."

Qin Batian let out a sigh and then waved his hand, "You three old geezers should also stretch your limbs, assist the younger generation, and make it a quick battle!"

"Yes, Sect Leader!"

Kang Kai, Chen Chi, and Yan Han bowed to accept the command, turned around, and looked at Xiao Zheng, soaring down with the immense authority of Mount Tai.

"Evil God, meet your death!"

"Merely three old thieves, overestimating yourselves!"

Xiao Zheng remained fearless, his aura sinking into Gang Yuan, Gang Qi filling his entire body, and his presence overshadowed the three old experts of the sect in an instant as he dynamically met their approach.

But just then, a thunderous shout came, filled with a sky-high killing intent.

"Who dares touch my boss, Evil God?"

"Hm?"

Everyone grew still, turning their heads to look, only to see TW-2 with Ten Killings and 50 Sky Net elites marching oppressively forward, each dragging a saber, sparking wildly.

"Sky Net brothers, heed my command, annihilate the sect, leave none alive!" Xiao Zheng shouted, unleashing a Thunder strike at Kang Kai who was coming towards him, one that was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Sss Sss Sss..."

Ten Killing and the Sky Net elites brandished their sabers, descending like dark clouds over the city, anyone touched fell, anyone struck died; they were unstoppable.

"Bang bang clank clank..."

The intense slaughter began, the Sky Net elites were outnumbered yet held an absolute advantage.

Qin Batian finally lost his composure, his anger boiling over as he stared daggers and gnashed his teeth, "All elites to the front, kill them all for me!"

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..."

A series of mechanical friction noises sounded, and the ground behind him split in two, revealing a winding staircase below, down which next after next in Iron Armor, the sect’s elites came out in single file, the sound of their armor clinking menacingly, bringing the air of an executioner.

"For the sect, slay the invaders!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The Iron Armor elites, two hundred strong, and though their strengths were second- and third-rate, when combined, their power was not to be underestimated. With their full might, they were even enough to kill an Innate.

They roared as they rushed at Xiao Zheng and others, with a deathly earnestness fearless of heaven and earth.

Xiao Zheng’s heart chilled, thinking that these appeared to be Death Soldiers, imbued with a frenzied readiness to die.

"Ten Killings, strike, eradicate the Iron Armor Dead Soldiers!"

"Yes, Boss Evil God!"

With a unanimous roar, TW-2 leading Ten Killings broke out, charging at the oncoming wave of Black Armor Dead Soldiers, dashing headlong into the assault.

"Pff!" One Black Armor Dead Soldier incredulously clutched his throat—despite their numbers, they were still being killed with a single blow by these ten, could it be that they were all Innate Masters?

"Hiss..." Another Black Armor Dead Soldier’s head soared through the air, looking down at the battlefield from aloft, the 200 Death Soldiers were scattered by the Ten Killings, completely losing the composure they had before.

A twenty-to-one combat power ratio, and completely dominating, these cold-hearted fellows were unstoppable Killing Gods indeed.

"This this..."

The Jianghu onlookers who came for the celebration were stunned; was this the power of Evil God? A mere 63 of them were making over 500 of the sect’s people retreat in defeat, a river of blood flowing.

What was originally a lively birthday scene, now resembled an Asura battleground, a myriad of lives being reaped, carrying despair and unwillingness.