Back then, to prevent the disciples of the Dried-up Water Gate from escaping and alerting other enemies, Han Li had no choice but to personally intervene. Simultaneously employing the Misty Steps and Wind Riding Technique, he effortlessly eliminated all the enemies in an instant, leaving Li Feiyu—who had been ready to continue fighting—utterly stunned. It was at that moment Li Feiyu realized Han Li’s true strength.
Coming to his senses, Li Feiyu assumed that Han Li’s astonishing prowess was entirely due to practicing the Blinking Sword Art. This thought nearly drove him insane on the spot, and he immediately considered abandoning his current cultivation to switch to the Blinking Sword Art. Fortunately, his remaining rationality told him that, whether in terms of time or innate talent, this was already an impossibility for him.
Thus, along the rest of the journey, Li Feiyu incessantly vented his envy to Han Li, sighing at how unbelievably lucky Han Li was to have mastered such an incredible technique. Han Li, however, paid no attention to his now bitterly jealous friend and began mercilessly eliminating every enemy they encountered on the road, no longer concealing his strength.
All the enemies appeared utterly vulnerable before Han Li’s bizarre movements; not a single one could withstand even one move before meeting their end—including several highly skilled experts among them.
In this manner, with Han Li displaying his divine might, the two easily reached Elder Li’s residence, where they met Ma Rong and learned from him that Elder Li and Zhang Xiuer had already gone up Sunset Peak.
Upon hearing this dire news, Li Feiyu’s face turned ashen. He knew all too well that describing the current Sunset Peak as a dragon’s den and tiger’s lair was no exaggeration. For Zhang Xiuer to go there was almost equivalent to stepping with one foot into the gates of the underworld.
Left with no other options, the two discussed their plan and exited Elder Li’s residence, hurrying toward Sunset Peak. Just before leaving, a minor incident occurred.
That detestable fat man, the trusted subordinate of Sect Leader Wang, actually pulled out his command token again as they were about to leave, threatening them in an authoritative tone to stay or face punishment according to sect rules.
Li Feiyu, frantic with worry for Zhang Xiuer’s safety, couldn’t care less about sect rules at that point. With one palm strike, he knocked the babbling fat man unconscious on the ground, then ordered the man’s subordinates to continue protecting everyone there while he and Han Li strode away.
As soon as they neared Sunset Peak, the two were startled by the sheer number of enemies. Realizing a direct assault was impossible, they discussed and devised a clever plan. They knocked out two Dried-up Water Gate disciples, took their clothes, and under the cover of darkness and chaos, stealthily blended into the crowd attacking the mountain. Mingling with the flow of people, they easily reached the summit of Sunset Peak and overheard the words Sect Leader Wang was currently speaking. As for Qu Hun, his overly conspicuous figure led them to leave him hidden in a secluded spot at the foot of the mountain.
Hearing that Sunset Peak might hold such a mutually destructive trump card, Li Feiyu couldn’t restrain his anxiety and began incessantly questioning Han Li, hoping his friend could offer some reassurance.
“Whether it’s true or false doesn’t matter now. Our most important task is to quickly enter the main hall, reunite with your beloved, and then sneak back down the mountain. Remember, regardless of the truth, staying here is far too dangerous!” Han Li finally replied in a low voice.
“That’s certainly true, but how can we sneak in with so many eyes watching?” Li Feiyu said, lowering his head with a worried expression.
“Sigh! We can only wait a bit longer and see if any opportunity arises,” Han Li replied, equally at a loss for solutions.
Just as the two were anxiously hiding at the back of the crowd, the ground beneath their feet suddenly began to tremble. At first, it was very slight, but it quickly intensified. Many people lost their footing and fell to the ground, while numerous rocks tumbled down the slopes due to the shaking.
“It’s over! The mountain is collapsing! That Wang guy plans to take us all down with him!” someone reckless in the panicked crowd suddenly shouted.
Hearing this, most people grew even more terrified. Some even ignored Wang Juechu’s prior warnings, scrambling and crawling toward the mountain pass in a desperate attempt to escape what they believed was an imminent collapse.
“Boom! Rumble!” A tremendous crashing sound echoed, and the ground shook even more violently.
Hearing this colossal noise, everyone assumed it marked the beginning of the mountain’s total collapse and felt utter despair. By then, even attempting to flee seemed likely futile.
Meanwhile, Jia Tianlong was both shocked and furious. Although still surrounded by his loyal Iron Guards, his mind was a blank slate, unsure of what to do. He instinctively turned his gaze toward the Golden Light Saint, his relied-upon pillar of support, but upon seeing the panic on the other’s face, he could only smile bitterly.
So this saint couldn’t even ensure his own safety! Jia Tianlong’s admiration for the man instantly diminished significantly.
“Heh! I thought the Wild Wolf Gang members were all fearless heroes. Turns out you’re just a motley crew of cowards!” Wang Juechu’s mocking voice suddenly rang out. Despite the chaos on the mountain peak, his words clearly reached everyone’s ears, a testament to his refined inner power.
As he spoke, the trembling of the ground miraculously ceased abruptly, as if the entire mountain had quelled its rage in an instant and returned to calm.
It was only then that people noticed the stone hall everyone had been focused on had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a startlingly large hole spanning several acres. A few bolder individuals stepped forward to the edge and peered down, gasping in shock at the pitch-black abyss that seemed bottomless and impossible to gauge.
“Sect Leader Jia, I wonder if this evidence is sufficient to prove my words?” Wang Juechu asked coldly.
Jia Tianlong’s face was somewhat pale. He did not reply immediately but instead scanned his surroundings. He saw that everyone on his side wore expressions of terror—not just the ordinary gang members and allies, but even the Iron Guards beside him looked particularly grim.
Seeing this, Jia Tianlong understood in his heart that the goal of annihilating the Seven Mysteries Sect in one night was unachievable. It seemed they would have to retreat for now and plan carefully later.
“State your conditions. But you should also be aware that, even so, we are only at a stalemate here. Don’t push too far!” he said through gritted teeth, turning back with great reluctance and a hint of bitterness.
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