Proud Goddess Falls in Love with Me
Chapter 875 - 875 835 Slaying Everyone

875: Chapter 835: Slaying Everyone 875: Chapter 835: Slaying Everyone The Fiery Sword Sect Disciple in front of him became alert when he saw Lu Chuan approaching aggressively.

“Please leave this place.

If you wish to be an enemy of our Fiery Sword Sect, I advise you to abandon your delusions.

To oppose our Fiery Sword Sect, you have only one fate, and that is death!”

His tone was very decisive, determining that if Lu Chuan dared to provoke the Fiery Sword Sect, his end would be death!

Lu Chuan glanced into the courtyard.

“This place is for selecting disciples, right?”

Lu Chuan asked.

“That’s right, any problems with that?

It has nothing to do with you, so get going.

If you want to join the Fiery Sword Sect, then go and sign up honestly.

If you are ignorant of death and continue to challenge our Fiery Sword Sect, then I won’t spare you!”

He snorted coldly and turned to leave.

He had a task at hand and didn’t want to get too involved with Lu Chuan.

At this moment, a figure hurried out from the courtyard.

A boy in simple clothes ran out, kneeled down before the Fiery Sword Sect Disciple with a thud.

“Brother Zhao, please give me another chance.

Although I failed the test, I was only a little short.

If I try harder, I can surely pass the test!”

“Otherwise, just turn a blind eye and let me enter the sect.

It’s just a tiny bit I’m short of, I’ll definitely work hard to make up for it!”

The man known as Brother Zhao looked down at the person before him and said coldly, “You failed, and that’s that.

Stop wasting my time, go back and continue your cultivation, and don’t make a nuisance of yourself here!”

The man immediately grabbed Brother Zhao’s thigh, burst into tears, and pleaded, “Brother Zhao, I really want to join the Fiery Sword Sect, please give me this chance, I’ll cherish it!”

“I won’t ask you to overlook it, just give me another chance.

Just one more chance and I can pass the test, and then we will be fellow disciples!”

He looked up at Brother Zhao with a face full of longing, his eyes brimming with the desire to join the Fiery Sword Sect.

Brother Zhao sneered, “You’re quite persistent, huh?

Our Fiery Sword Sect likes that kind of dedication.”

“What you’re talking about isn’t impossible, but the thing is, I can’t help you for nothing.”

“You’ve got to give something in return, otherwise, it’s going to be difficult for me to do something for you.”

He rubbed his fingers together, the implication was clear; he was asking for money.

“I…

I understand.

However, I’ve spent all my savings recently on cultivation resources and don’t have much left.”

“Whatever you have, bring it out.”

He shakily took out a bag from his bosom and handed it to Brother Zhao.

Upon opening it, he saw that it contained only a few pieces of silver.

His grip on the money bag tightened as he became furious, “This little amount, are you trying to brush off a beggar?”

“Get lost!

If you dare spout nonsense again, I’ll cripple you!”

The kneeling person, upon hearing this, hung his head in despair, completely giving up.

As he prepared to leave, he attempted to take the money bag back from Brother Zhao.

However, Brother Zhao kicked him squarely, sending him flying five or six meters away.

“Get lost, can’t you understand what I’m saying?”

He spat disdainfully, then pocketed the money bag.

As he was about to turn back into the courtyard, Dongfang Cheng stepped forward two paces and stopped him.

Dongfang Cheng placed a hand on his shoulder and said with a grave tone, “We haven’t finished our business here.”

Brother Zhao turned to look at Dongfang Cheng and Lu Chuan and shouted angrily, “You two just won’t let it go, huh?

Want to start a fight with me?

Then bring it on.

If you dare to provoke our Fiery Sword Sect, it seems like you’re begging for death!”

“Go ask around, in the entire Beihe City, how many people dare to talk to members of our Fiery Sword Sect like this?

Are you two blind or something?”

Dongfang Cheng clenched his teeth.

This arrogant rascal before him had incited immense fury within him.

“Call out all your Fiery Sword Sect people in this courtyard now, immediately, or else I’ll kill you first!”

As soon as Dongfang Cheng finished speaking, Brother Zhao immediately let out a disdainful laugh.

“Oh dear, I’m so scared.

Hurry up and kill me, come on!

I want to see if you’ve got the guts.”

Whoosh!!

In that instant, Lu Chuan suddenly drew his sword and swung it.

In a flash, the sword’s cold light shimmered, and in a blink, Brother Zhao’s left arm was chopped off, blood spurting out like a fountain.

“Ahh!!!”

Brother Zhao hesitated for a moment before realizing what had happened.

Lowering his head to see his severed arm, he let out a bloodcurdling scream.

“Ahh!

You!

You must be crazy!

You bastard, you actually dared to lay a hand on me, you’re seeking death!”

Clutching at his wound, he kept retreating, his eyes wide with terror as he stared at Lu Chuan, never imagining Lu Chuan would actually make a move.

What he had even less anticipated was that Lu Chuan’s attack would be so swift, so fast it left an afterimage, invisible to his eyes.

He collapsed to the ground, his body breaking out in cold sweat, continuing to retreat, looking at Lu Chuan with eyes full of panic, his fear reaching an apex.

Lu Chuan, holding the sword, slowly walked toward him.

“Such a lot of nonsense, I should have crippled you earlier to stop your incessant babbling in front of me.”

Lu Chuan, sword in hand, arrived in front of him, the blade pointing at his chest.

At that moment, a group of people rushed out into the courtyard, quickly congregating at the entrance.

The disciples of the Fiery Sword Sect were all clad in crimson robes, swords hanging on their backs.

They circled around and saw Lu Chuan and Brother Zhao.

When they saw that their fellow sect member surnamed Zhao had an arm chopped off, they were instantly enraged.

The disciples of the Fiery Sword Sect all drew their precious swords, ready to fight Lu Chuan to the death.

The other martial artists who had come to participate in the selection retreated in shock, clearing out the battlefield.

“Well, aren’t you a tough one, daring to cause trouble on our Fiery Sword Sect’s turf.

You must be sick of living!”

“Today, we’ll avenge our fellow disciple and kill you, you scum!”

The man who spoke was a burly individual, wielding a broadsword and at the forefront of the crowd, obviously the most powerful and influential person present, the boss here.

Lu Chuan directly thrust out his sword, stabbing Brother Zhao on the ground to death, blood gushing out and covering the ground.

Then, Lu Chuan turned his gaze to the sturdy man in front of him.

“So, you must have some status within the Fiery Sword Sect, right?”

“Bullshit!

I’m the Chief Caretaker in charge of recruiting disciples for the Fiery Sword Sect.

You telling me I don’t have status?

My name is Loo Yan, go ask around, who doesn’t know my name?”

He spoke with an incredibly arrogant demeanor.

“That’s good to hear.

This way, killing you won’t be a wasted trip.

Otherwise, if I just came here to kill some minor lackeys, it would be too uninteresting.”

Lu Chuan picked up the Soul Terminating Sword and swung it casually as he spoke.

Immediately, Loo Yan also drew his precious sword and approached Lu Chuan, full of vigor, as if he were about to start fighting Lu Chuan right then and there.