Supreme Dragon Lord

"Scram!"

Qi Yuanchen couldn’t be bothered to waste words on him. With a single wave of his hand, a surge of power sent Zhang Cangsong flying.

Zhang Cangsong tumbled several times upon hitting the ground, cutting a pathetic figure.

"Fine! You think you’re tough!"

Seeing how hostile everyone was and being all alone, Zhang Cangsong didn’t dare to truly provoke their wrath. He could only swallow his anger for the time being. No longer daring to challenge them, he scrambled up from the ground and made a hasty retreat.

Witnessing Zhang Cangsong’s wretched state, the onlookers exchanged a smile.

"He got what he deserved!" Tang Le chuckled.

Long Xin commented coldly, "People like him are like rats in the street that everyone wants a piece of. He brought this on himself and has no one to blame."

Long Chen said nothing, merely shaking his head with a smile. This Zhang Cangsong was nothing more than a buffoon, not worth wasting a single moment on.

「Meanwhile...」

Han Zongwei was carried back by several senior disciples. Severely injured by Long Chen, he could only lie weakly on his bed. Sharp pains flared up within his body from time to time, causing him immense discomfort.

"Damn it!" he fumed. "I never expected that kid to be so strong! What a miscalculation!"

He had intended to flex his authority over the new disciples, but he only ended up severely injured and utterly humiliated. He feared it wouldn’t be long before news of the incident spread throughout the entire Jinglei Sect.

By then, wouldn’t I become a laughingstock?

The thought made Han Zongwei’s anger boil over. He quickly ordered the men beside him, "You two, go take care of this. You must prevent this from getting out! Understand?"

"Yes!"

Accepting his orders, the two men immediately hurried out to handle it.

Just then, a young man approached. The moment he appeared, everyone present adopted a respectful demeanor. They bowed in unison, calling out, "Senior Brother Liang!"

Han Zongwei also struggled up from his bed, turning to the young man respectfully. "Liang—"

Before he could finish, a surge of blood rose in his throat, and he spat out another mouthful.

Witnessing this, Liang Tianhao frowned in disgust and said flatly, "Just look at the state you’re in."

"I’m—I’m sorry for letting you see me like this, Senior Brother Liang." Han Zongwei coughed lightly and quickly covered his mouth, trying his best not to further embarrass himself.

"I heard you went to intimidate the newcomers," Liang Tianhao began. "Not only did you fail, but you were apparently beaten like a dog. I didn’t believe it at first, so I came to see for myself. It turns out the rumors were true." He snorted coldly. "Showing up in such a sorry state, you’ve completely disgraced our Baiyue Sect!"

The so-called Baiyue Sect was a faction formed by this group of senior disciples. Though all were disciples of the Jinglei Sect, they were still divided into several factions. Besides the Baiyue Sect, there were the Medicine Pavilion and Panshi. For a long time, these three major factions, all formed by Jinglei Sect disciples, had been rivals. They were in constant competition; none would yield to the others, as each vied to become the largest faction in the Jinglei Sect.

The Jinglei Sect’s upper echelons did not intervene in the existence of these factions or their rivalries. To them, it wasn’t a problem as long as the competition remained healthy. In fact, they believed such rivalry could even boost the disciples’ fighting spirit and determination, which was ultimately beneficial for their cultivation.

Hearing Liang Tianhao’s words, Han Zongwei felt so embarrassed that he didn’t dare say another word and could only lower his head. After a few seconds of silence, he forced himself to speak. "Senior Brother Liang, it was an accident! Otherwise, how could a group of newcomers possibly be my match?"

Liang Tianhao’s eyes narrowed. "Enough. Stop making excuses. I’m well aware of how you performed over there. One person was enough to thrash all of you. That wasn’t an accident; it was a gap in strength."

Seeing his excuse debunked so bluntly, Han Zongwei wished he could dig a hole and bury his head in it.

Do I have any pride left? I used to, but not anymore! Liang Tianhao knowing that Long Chen beat me means the news has already spread throughout the entire sect! From now on, I’ll be everyone’s laughingstock!

He looked up at Liang Tianhao and said, "Senior Brother Liang, that kid’s skills are impressive, far beyond mine! The few of us together were no match for him! I beg you, please help me settle this score!"

At this point, Han Zongwei no longer cared about his dignity. All he wanted was for Long Chen to pay the price.

"This kid’s strength is indeed not to be underestimated," Liang Tianhao mused. "Four at the War King Realm Fifth Layer and one at the War King Realm Sixth Layer Peak couldn’t defeat him even when working together. It seems his strength is likely at the Eighth Layer of the War King Realm."

At this, Liang Tianhao frowned. "A new disciple who just entered the sect is already stronger than most of the seniors. At such a young age, he is bound to receive special cultivation from the sect. Once the sect shifts its focus to these newcomers, who will care about us senior disciples?"

This statement made the other senior disciples frown. The situation was indeed as Liang Tianhao described; their position was precarious. Not only could their cultivation resources be taken away, but they might even be trampled underfoot by these newcomers in the future. They absolutely could not allow that to happen.

"That’s right!" Han Zongwei hastily chimed in. "Senior Brother Liang, we can’t just let this go! We have to get even, or those newcomers will never learn how formidable we senior disciples are!"

His words sparked an uproar among the seniors.

"Exactly!"

"We have to teach them a lesson!"

"Let them see the reality of the situation and who in the Jinglei Sect is truly worthy of being nurtured!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

"Silence." Liang Tianhao waved his hand, and the area immediately fell quiet.

Han Zongwei took the opportunity to add, "Senior Brother Liang, speaking of which, that kid is strange. He actually knows how to use the Power of Thunder."

A flicker of surprise crossed Liang Tianhao’s eyes, but his expression quickly returned to normal. "It seems this kid’s talent isn’t bad. He’s been in Shenmo Mountain for less than two days and has already comprehended a Thunder Technique. I really didn’t expect the sect to have passed on the cultivation techniques so quickly." A hint of dissatisfaction colored his tone.

Han Zongwei continued, "But from how skillfully he used it, it didn’t look like he had just learned it. He might have learned some Thunder Techniques before. Even so, no matter how talented he is, our Jinglei Sect’s cultivation techniques aren’t that easy to learn. There’s no way he could have mastered one in just two days! In any case, I still feel there’s something strange about this kid. To be safe, I think it’s best we have Senior Brother Yang deal with them."

The Senior Brother Yang he mentioned was Yang Ming, the Sect Leader of the Baiyue Sect.

Liang Tianhao glanced at Han Zongwei. "Are you implying that even I, Liang Tianhao, am no match for them?"