Meanwhile, Chu Huaian led a group of players to the foot of Qingcheng Gang mountain.
"Xian Ge, how should we fight?" Fang Yuan stood at the very front of the crowd, raising a red sect flag and shouting excitedly.
Chu Huaian looked up at the mountaintop, his eyes gradually turning cold, and he spoke indifferently: "Kill! Leave no one alive!"
The spirit vein was of great importance; once word got out, it would likely bring about the destruction of the sect.
For the Hua Xia Sect to have time to develop, Chu Huaian had no choice but to put aside his compassion and annihilate the entire Qingcheng Gang.
In contrast, the players were all in high spirits.
In their eyes, these people were just a group of emotionless NPCs, so they had no burden whatsoever.
Beep, beep beep—
The charge horn sounded.
Qin Hao and Fang Yuan charged towards the mountaintop, leading the way.
Zhao Shijie led a group of Qi Refining Stage players closely behind, while the remaining Body Tempering Stage players dispersed in all directions, collectively rushing towards the Qingcheng Gang's main hall.
Approaching the mountain peak, Li Yongxiao and Wang Xiaojun, along with a few players of lower cultivation, ran to a high point, each setting up cannons aimed at the main gate.
Bang, bang—
More than a dozen cannonballs were fired simultaneously, striking the iron gate.
Behind the gate, over three hundred disciples of the Qingcheng Gang stood with weapons in hand, their expressions solemn.
Hu Guang and two elders rose into the air, gazing at Chu Huaian from a distance.
Neither side spoke much, as both were aware of each other's intentions.
Chu Huaian slowly raised his right hand, condensing a lightning spear.
"Go!"
With a furious roar, the spear, carrying terrifying power, slammed into the Qingcheng Gang's protective barrier.
Bang—
Accompanied by a deafening sound, the barrier shattered inch by inch, finally turning into specks of light and dissipating into the world.
With the formation broken, the iron gate was instantly blown open.
"Kill!"
Zhao Shijie brandished his silver spear, charging to the very front.
"I will lead the charge, brothers, kill!"
Beep, beep beep—
Li Yongxiao blew the horn of attack.
Everyone, wielding various weapons, rushed through the iron gate with wild shouts.
"All Qingcheng Gang disciples, listen to my command! Kill these invaders and protect our sect!"
"Kill!"
Over three hundred Qingcheng Gang disciples, in perfect unison, charged collectively towards Zhao Shijie and the players.
The battle between the two sides erupted instantly, immediately entering a white-hot phase.
Zhao Shijie, gripping his silver spear, wreaked havoc within the crowd; wherever he passed, there were only corpses, and no one could stop him.
After killing more than a dozen disciples, a man in a purple robe blocked his path.
This person was Zhang Ping, the chief disciple of the Qingcheng Gang, at the ninth level of Qi Refining Stage.
Zhao Shijie's strength was at the eighth level of Qi Refining Stage.
This was the first time Zhao Shijie had encountered an opponent of comparable realm, and without a word, he unleashed a powerful move right away.
"Fission. Latent Dragon in the Abyss!"
"Roar!"
The silver spear was like a latent dragon emerging from water, its tip emitting a dragon's roar, followed by the appearance of a ferocious dragon head that tore through the surrounding air and directly blasted towards Zhang Ping.
Facing such an attack, Zhang Ping almost cursed; this was clearly not the Qi Refining Stage, this was the power only available at the Foundation Establishment Stage!
Without time to think, he unleashed all his strength, blocking it with his sword in front of him.
Bang—
Zhang Ping flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Wow..."
He clutched his chest and spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, a bewildered look in his eyes.
"Why?" Zhang Ping muttered to himself, beginning to doubt himself.
"So weak..."
Zhao Shijie frowned slightly; this person was simply too weak compared to the monsters in the secret forest.
If Zhang Ping knew his thoughts, he would probably be angered to death.
Not to mention how abnormal Zhao Shijie's talent was, just consider his cultivation technique.
The "Heavenly Derivation Art" that Zhao Shijie cultivated was a third-grade cultivation technique, only available to well-established middle-grade sects.
Cultivation techniques were divided into grades one to nine, and small sects like the Qingcheng Gang only cultivated eighth or ninth-grade techniques.
The difference in cultivation techniques alone was enough to make up for the gap in realms, not to mention that Zhao Shijie possessed a supreme spiritual root and a congenital Dao body.
Dealing with a single Zhang Ping was simply too easy.
It was just that Zhao Shijie had too little experience and did not have a clear concept of his own profound background.
Zhao Shijie slowly walked up to Zhang Ping with his spear, raising the spear tip, about to pierce the opponent's heart.
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ping.
Bang, the newcomer struck Zhao Shijie back with a palm, scolding: "I am a disciple of the Star Sect! Why do you not retreat quickly!"
"Star Sect?" Zhao Shijie stood firm, his face full of confusion.
"Who cares what sect he is, cut him down!"
Lin Ye and Ye Wuyai had already rushed over at this point, charging towards the man without a word.
"How dare you, a mere Hua Xia Sect, dare to provoke the Star Sect? I think you are tired of living!"
Facing the two-person encirclement, the man advanced instead of retreating, forming hand seals, and a spiritual sword flew out from the scabbard behind him.
"Controlling swords with Qi? I can do that too!"
"Too slow, let me show you what controlling swords with Qi really means!"
Lin Ye and Ye Wuyai attacked simultaneously, two long swords soaring into the sky, continuously weaving around the man's flying sword.
"Be careful, that's a spiritual sword, don't break it." Lin Ye shouted anxiously, not even sparing the man a second glance.
"This sword is mine, and the kill belongs to you!"
Ye Wuyai waved his finger, severing the man's spiritual sword with one strike, then soared into the sky and firmly grasped the spiritual sword.
"What a good sword, now I also have my own spiritual sword, haha..." Ye Wuyai was overjoyed.
This was a spiritual artifact worth a thousand contribution points, something he was reluctant to exchange for, and he never expected to obtain it unexpectedly in just a sect dungeon. This made him incredibly excited.
Lin Ye, seeing this, immediately became unhappy and grumbled: "This spiritual sword is half mine, you have to compensate me!"
"That person is at the ninth level of Qi Refining Stage, his kill is worth five hundred contribution points. Later, we'll work together to kill him, and if any other treasures drop, the kill and treasures are all yours."
"You said it."
The two completely ignored the man, discussing how to divide the spoils among themselves.
The man awoke from his daze, and a hint of solemnity appeared in his eyes as he looked at the two.
"Something's not right. These two are clearly only at the sixth level of Qi Refining Stage, so why is their spiritual power almost the same as mine?"
"Could it be that they are deliberately hiding their strength?"
At this thought, the man's eyes quickly scanned the surrounding battlefield.
The surroundings were a mess, with severed limbs and broken bodies scattered everywhere.
The Hua Xia Sect disciples were one more insane than the last, constantly harvesting the lives of the Qingcheng Gang disciples.
Screams were incessant, like a living hell.
Their ferocious faces and the wild laughter they displayed when killing were deeply reflected in the man's eyes.
He had only seen such behavior from demonic cultivators.
Besides that, these disciples were one more formidable than the last; people of the same realm were simply no match for them.
Moreover, this group of people completely disregarded martial ethics, resorting to sneak attacks, group assaults, covering for kills, and so on, endlessly.
As long as they could kill the enemy, this group would stop at nothing, even if the opponent was weak.
The most important point was that these devils actually found pleasure in snatching kills, completely ignoring the miserable screams of the Qingcheng Gang disciples.
"The Hua Xia Sect, they are all devils..."
At this moment, the man had the intention to retreat; if he didn't leave now, he might very well die here.
Thinking of this, the man decisively retreated rapidly, turning around to flee the Qingcheng Gang.
But just then, a long blade broke through the air.
Pfft—
The man's body was cut in half, his internal organs mixed with blood splattering all over the ground.
The long blade spun a few times and returned to Hu Guang's hand.
Chu Huaian frowned slightly, looking at Hu Guang in confusion, "You want to frame my Hua Xia Sect?"
"Precisely!" Hu Guang did not hide it, directly nodding in admission.
"I underestimated the strength of your Hua Xia Sect. I originally thought I could hold out until the Star Sect arrived, but now it seems there isn't enough time."
"You destroyed my Qingcheng Gang, slaughtered my disciples, all just to cover up the matter of the spirit vein. Initially, I didn't want the Star Sect to know about this, but now, I've changed my mind."
"This grudge, I, Hu, have noted it down, and one day I will repay it twofold!"
With that, Hu Guang was about to leave with the two elders.
However, just as they began to move, a terrifying sword qi blocked the path of the three.
"Did I agree to let you leave?"
