Jiang Ye stepped forward with an exaggerated, swaggering strut, swaying with every step before stopping in front of everyone.
“Which one of you lowlifes is in charge?”
Hearing such an arrogant tone, Ji Shaoqiang whipped his head around.
When he saw that the speaker was an extraordinarily beautiful young woman dressed in white, he froze in amazement.
Glancing back at the female companion in his arms—whom he usually considered quite a beauty—she instantly seemed utterly bland.
He shoved his companion aside, adjusted his collar, and sauntered forward.
A glint of lust flashed in Ji Shaoqiang’s eyes as he cupped his hands with a chuckle. “That would be me. May I ask what guidance you have for me, Fairy?”
The moment the words left his mouth—
He watched as the stunning girl suddenly started looking left and right, glancing all around.
As she searched everywhere, she muttered under her breath, “Where is everyone? How strange. Why do I only hear a dog barking, but don't see a single person?”
Everyone froze.
Then it registered.
The disciples of Sword Peak couldn't hold it in for a single second and burst into roaring laughter.
Over on the Yin-Yang Sect's side, the disciples were clearly well-trained.
Their faces turned bright red as they bit their lips hard, desperately trying to keep a straight face.
Ji Shaoqiang finally realized what she meant too.
Furious!
In his whole life, he hated nothing more than people bringing up his height.
In the past, anyone who dared mock his short stature had been turned into a human torso and tortured to death.
He glared viciously at Jiang Ye, gritting his teeth. “Are you looking to die?!”
Only then did Jiang Ye seem to finally notice him, suddenly looking down.
Looking down at Ji Shaoqiang, who barely reached his chest, a mocking smirk curled on Jiang Ye's lips. “Well now, little fellah, aren't you uniquely built?”
Ji Shaoqiang’s eyes instantly shot bloodshot with rage as he drew his weapon and roared, “You die today!!”
Jiang Ye immediately took two steps back, patting his chest with both hands in a display of utter terror. “Ah! How did you know I have an old injury in my knees?!”
Ji Shaoqiang froze, assuming his ferocity had terrified the girl, and was about to speak...
When the girl's slightly mocking voice continued, “You... you wouldn't get so angry that you jump up and hit my knees, would you?!”
“Pfft!”
“Bwahaha!”
“Pahahaha!”
A wave of hysterical laughter erupted across the market.
The Sword Peak disciples, who had managed to stop laughing earlier, immediately collapsed to the ground in laughter again.
Even the well-trained Yin-Yang Sect disciples lost their composure this time.
Several snickered aloud before turning pale with fright and quickly covering their mouths with both hands.
Terrified of being heard by someone whose heart was narrower than an anus.
Ji Shaoqiang's eyes were practically bulging with blood.
Shaking all over, he was about to charge forward recklessly to fight to the death.
Beside him, a richly dressed man grabbed his arm tightly.
Ji Shaoqiang roared, “Zhao Gui, let go of me! I'm going to slaughter her!”
Zhao Gui furrowed his brows tightly and quickly sent a few voice transmissions.
Heaving heavily, Ji Shaoqiang glared intently at Jiang Ye, barely forcing down his murderous urge.
“Good, good, good!”
“Care to leave your name? In the future, I, Ji, will surely 'reward' you handsomely!”
Jiang Ye grinned, flashing a row of brilliant white teeth. “Wo Sini Die.”
Ji Shaoqiang paused.
Was there a compound surname like "Wosi"?
He muttered it to himself twice. “Wo Sini Die... I'm your daddy?!”
“Aaargh! You die!!!”
Ji Shaoqiang went completely berserk, struggling frantically.
Zhao Gui held him back with all his strength, barking in a low voice, “Calm down! Calm down!”
Taking more than a dozen deep breaths, Ji Shaoqiang barely suppressed the impulse to rush forward and throw his life away.
He turned around to leave.
He was afraid that if he stayed another second, he would be angered to death.
With his arms crossed, Jiang Ye watched the scene with great amusement.
After all, whistling to tease stray dogs by the roadside was one of the great pleasures of being a player.
Of course, if they dared bare their teeth? Just kick them to death.
Just kidding—even if they didn't bare their teeth, he'd kick them to death anyway...
The Yin-Yang Sect members had barely taken two steps.
Behind them, the girl's crisp yet arrogant voice echoed once more:
“Did I say you could leave?”
The Yin-Yang Sect members whipped around, glaring furiously!
If they weren't carrying secret sect missions, they would have thrown themselves into a battle against these Azure Mystic Sect people right here and now!
Zhao Gui's face turned dark, and he shouted angrily, “What? Is your Azure Mystic Sect looking to start a war with my Yin-Yang Sect here?!”
Jiang Ye shrugged innocently. “Of course not.”
Just as Zhao Gui breathed a sigh of relief—
Jiang Ye continued, “But... about that ten million high-grade spirit stones you owe me, shouldn't you pay it back today?”
The Yin-Yang Sect members: “?”
The Sword Peak members: “?”
Who owed who ten million?!
When did this happen? How come none of us knew about this?
Yet, looking at the girl's completely self-righteous tone, everyone fell into self-doubt.
Ji Shaoqiang clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and grit his teeth tightly.
Zhao Gui's face became as black as the bottom of a pot. He realized that this woman was messing with them.
Jiang Ye spread his hands regretfully. “So there's nothing to talk about, then.”
With that, he reached behind his back.
A Meteorite Greatsword, taller than a person, was slammed onto his shoulder.
Perfect timing to test out the feel of his new weapon on these red-named mobs.
Looking at the greatsword oozing immense pressure, the Yin-Yang Sect members swallowed hard and instinctively shuffled back a few paces.
Standing right at the front, Zhao Gui felt a moment of dizziness.
However, he carefully probed the girl's true qi fluctuations.
Mid Foundation Establishment?
He felt slightly relieved.
As a dignified late Foundation Establishment cultivator, dealing with a girl at the mid stage would be as easy as taking something out of a bag!
That greatsword might look terrifying, but it was incredibly unwieldy. No matter how strong she was, it was useless if she couldn't hit anything.
As luck would have it, his 【Ghost Phantom Footwork】 was unmatched among cultivators of the same realm.
He would toy with her using his movement technique first. Once she was exhausted, he'd capture her alive.
The Azure Mystic Sect members would surely be wary of harming her, and he could take his revenge then!
Zhao Gui stepped forward, sneering repeatedly: “Since you're so confident, I'll play with you!”
The moment the words left his mouth—
Zhao Gui's true qi erupted, and he turned into a black shadow, speeding across the open ground!
His speed was blazingly fast, leaving behind blur after blur of afterimages.
Arrogant taunts echoed from all directions:
“Hahaha! Why aren't you drawing your sword? Scared stupid? Can you only stand there like an idiot?”
“Now you can't even see my shadow, can you?!”
“You're all talk! Now you can't even make a move! How pathetic!”
Jiang Ye chuckled while carrying the greatsword.
His eyes narrowed.
Activating his movement technique to its limit, relying on his formidable physique!
Whoosh!
Jiang Ye vanished on the spot in an instant.
Zhao Gui, who was circling around at extreme speeds, suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.
He whipped his head around.
Only to see that gorgeous girl—who had been standing still moments ago—running side-by-side with him while carrying that exaggerated greatsword!
She even turned her head and smiled at him!
Zhao Gui's scalp tingled with shock!
Impossible!
Could her greatsword be hollow? A paper-mâché prop?!
What Zhao Gui didn't know was that he would soon get a chance to verify it.
Jiang Ye fully circulated the Mystic Gang Sword Body Manual. Along with sword gang, a trace of Killing Sword Intent coated the greatsword as well.
Swinging the greatsword with all his strength, he brought it down hard right on Zhao Gui like swatting a fly!
BOOM!!!
An overwhelmingly muffled boom reverberated!
Everyone only saw a massive cloud of blood mist suddenly explode between the two blurs!
Whoosh!
Jiang Ye took a high leap, retreating back over ten meters to avoid getting splattered with blood.
Looking at the empty patch of ground ahead, he shouted with a “grave” expression:
“Damn it! These evil cultivators really have bizarre methods!”
“He actually turned into blood mist and escaped!”
The Sword Peak disciples: “...”
Junior Sister, look at that pile of crushed flesh on the ground.
Is there any chance... he's already stone-cold dead?
The teeth of the Yin-Yang Sect members chattered frantically.
A disciple trembled as he asked, “Young... Young Master Ji... Does Senior Brother Zhao know a Blood Escape Technique?”
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