Hai Bubu leisurely and freely said, "Look, we have food again. Someone's treating us. We'll eat whatever's served later."
Dong Cheng and Chen Qi looked at each other, feeling a chill of fear. Cold sweat broke out on their brows. They had just witnessed Ming Zhitian instantly kill Bie Tianyi, and now they were invited to eat. They felt uneasy, but considering Hai Bubu's personality and Ming Zhitian's lack of hostility towards them, they tacitly agreed.
Ming Zhitian grabbed one of the disciples, "Where is Lai Xiaoyang?"
Hai Bubu said, "I know. He's at the Great Disaster Gate of the Yan Qing Sect. I'll lead the way."
At this point, several sect leaders were observing in secret, but no one dared to be the first to act. Hadn't they seen the genius Bie Tianyi of the Xiang Zhang Sect instantly killed by Ming Zhitian in one move?
The disciples, eager for excitement, followed. Led by Hai Bubu, Ming Zhitian arrived at a stone tablet, on which were deeply carved three large characters: "Yan Qing Sect." The marks were ancient and weathered, clearly showing its age.
Ming Zhitian shattered it with a single punch!
"Clatter!"
Everyone's hearts leaped into their throats. "Is this person mad? He dares to smash the sect tablet of Yan Qing Sect! Neither the Sect Master nor the Grand Sect Master will let him go. It's over, this person is doomed."
Hai Bubu and the other two were also astonished. Ming Zhitian waved his hand, "Let's go in."
Upon entering the Yan Qing Sect, several nominal disciples came forward to intercept them. "How dare you trespass into our Great Disaster Gate! Who are you? Your attire doesn't look like that of a local disciple. Senior Sister Hai? What are you doing..."
Hai Bubu said, "Hurry and call your sect leader out."
Ming Zhitian said, "Tell Lai Xiaoyang to get out."
"Senior Brother! Eldest Senior Brother!"
At this moment, a man with a long face and a disheveled appearance emerged, spitting, "Bah! What are you? Sect Master Lai is not someone you can just see?"
Ming Zhitian lost his patience and blew his long face apart with a punch!
Silence...
Not a sound could be uttered, and he died instantly.
Hai Bubu cracked her long whip on the other two, "If you don't want to die, hurry and call your sect leader out."
Terrified, the two touched their throbbing faces and hurried to fetch someone. "Yes, yes, yes... Senior Sister, please wait."
Before long, Lai Xiaoyang, along with over five hundred nominal disciples, flew over. "Who is this ignorant fool? Your Sect Master is here. Who wants to see me?"
Upon seeing the person, he exclaimed, "Ming... Ming Zhitian?!"
Ming Zhitian looked up, "It's me."
Lai Xiaoyang fell into doubt, thinking, "Ming Zhitian is here, which means the Demon Ancestor failed? No, impossible! The Demon Ancestor is a super expert at the ninth level of the God Sealing Realm. How could this brat be a match for the Demon Ancestor in a single move?"
Then he thought again, something was increasingly wrong. He wanted to escape, but then he thought, no, this is his territory! And he had three thousand nominal disciples!
Feeling full of confidence, Lai Xiaoyang stood proudly, looking down at Ming Zhitian, "Ming Zhitian?"
Ming Zhitian snorted, "Since you know me, does this mean you orchestrated the incident with Qingcheng."
Lai Xiaoyang said with confidence, "Yes, that's right. So what? I failed to avenge my cousin Ling Wei'ao last time. This time, let's see where you can run?"
"Guards, go and summon my other two thousand plus disciples to fight him!"
"Yes! Sect Master."
Without delay, Lai Xiaoyang planned to use a human wave tactic to wear down Ming Zhitian, then seize an opportunity to stab Ming Zhitian in the back.
The plan sounded good. Lai Xiaoyang gave the order, "Take him down, and you'll be richly rewarded! Also, half of the storage bag I carry will be yours."
The allure of great rewards, which had always worked, was the most pragmatic temptation. The more than five hundred disciples swarmed forward. Ming Zhitian clenched his fists and muttered, "Those who block me die!"
"Come forth!"
All five hundred people were severely wounded by the low-grade magical artifacts they held, some dead, some injured.
The silence could no longer describe the scene; it was now a frenzy!