Chapter 89: Dare a Brat

It wasn't arrogance on his part; rather, his two brothers couldn't afford the consequences if Sun Shigang were to fall into the hands of the Heavenly Court personnel.

Even if Sun Shigang might not reveal his identity as a demon cultivator, he still might not expose Shi Chun as one of them either.

Even if the Heavenly Court personnel might not question what was happening, and might not take Sun Shigang away for treatment...

He dared not take such a risk. At that moment, allowing Sun Shigang to utter even half a word was perilous. Who knew what Sun Shigang might yell out to save his life or call for help? He would not give Sun Shigang a chance to speak as long as he had the opportunity.

He also couldn't allow Sun Shigang any chance to escape and recover. This demon cultivator's cultivation wasn't at the Higher Attainment realm, but at the Great Attainment realm. If he escaped, they would be the ones in danger afterward.

Therefore, the moment the Heavenly Court armored guard indicated they would not intervene, he immediately struck a fatal blow, not giving the other party a chance to add "but."

This strike made Wu Jinliang's heartstrings tighten, and he secretly observed the reactions of the Heavenly Court armored guards.

He knew he had created this mess through his lack of caution and should have silenced the person immediately upon realizing the danger. Yet, the Big Boss was still the Big Boss he knew, proactively stepping in to fix the situation at the critical moment and daring to take decisive action.

After delivering the strike, Shi Chun was also observing the armored guards.

The five Heavenly Court armored guards remained silent and unmoving, staring at him blankly.

On the mountain peak offering the best view of the training ground – the same peak that spectators on other mountains would occasionally glance at, and to which even Miao Dingyi and Young Master Nan had no access – some people had already arrived tonight. They didn't permit lights, perhaps preferring not to draw excessive attention from outsiders.

There weren't many, just seven, each possessing an extraordinary aura. They sat in the dark pavilions and towers, occasionally chatting and laughing quietly. Among them were the Domain Lord of Xuanzhou, the paramount figure from the location of Suyuan Sect, the largest sect in Shengshen Province, and the Domain Lord of Shengzhou, the paramount figure from the location of Wukang Mountain.

That strike, viewed in the mirrored image, silenced the conversation and laughter in the pavilions. All seven Domain Lords fixed their gazes silently on the mirrored screen, scrutinizing the scene anew.

For these Domain Lords, though they resided in their respective domains, coming to the Royal Court was quite convenient. Portals were readily accessible to them, making it just a matter of a few steps, depending solely on their willingness to attend.

The chaotic murmurs throughout the training ground gradually died down until complete silence fell, broken only by the sound of the wind. Everyone stared blankly at the mirror image, eager to see the Heavenly Court armored guards' reactions.

While they had witnessed scenes of fighting and killing in previous broadcasts, this act, carried out directly in front of the Heavenly Court personnel and seemingly designed for their observation, exuded an undeniable air of provocation. They had seen insolent individuals, but never one so utterly audacious.

Everyone was eager to know what the person on screen had said to the Heavenly Court armored guards. Unfortunately, there was only video, no audio.

The cold-faced woman from Luoyue Valley, Elder Jian Lingzhen, who was leading their delegation, stared at the mirror image with a deep and furious gaze, her eyes seemingly ablaze. Her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched and unclenched repeatedly. However, mindful of the seating area, which was occupied by members of Shengzhou's major sects, she had to maintain her sect's composure. After taking a deep breath, she suppressed her rage and sat down expressionlessly.

Everyone was well aware of the unwritten rules of this assembly. Conflict, killing, and plundering were inevitable; there was no reason why other sects should suffer casualties while hers remained exempt.

Her disciples on either side exchanged bewildered glances, then also sat down.

Also in the Shengzhou seating area, Elder Ke was so shocked by the strike in the mirror image that he nearly leaped up. He had words on his tongue, but after opening his mouth several times, he remained speechless.

His disciples on either side were equally astonished, but once the initial shock passed, they weren't particularly surprised.

Observing Elder Ke's reaction, the two disciples wanted to tell him: 'This person dared to kill Wei Jie in Linkang City, then dared to escape even after being captured and brought up the mountain, and repeatedly dared to severely beat the Sect Master's direct disciple during his punishment. This fellow, who emerged from the "Fu Jail," seems to have always acted this way. Is it really so surprising that something happens when these two attend the conference? Do you really need to make such a fuss, old sir?'

'For us two, it makes no difference. We don't have to concern ourselves with matters of stance; if the sky falls, there will always be a taller person to bear the burden anyway.'

On second thought, Elder Ke was one of Wukang Mountain's prominent figures and also the leader of this delegation. And the two individuals in the image were his disciples.

Feng Chi, shrouded in a white cloak, stared wide-eyed at the mirrored image, utterly bewildered. Her first thought was, 'Does the Saintess know? Sun Shigang was the coordinating communication hub within the competition arena. Now that this hub is destroyed, how will the Saintess contact others? Without the assistance of the relevant personnel, how can she achieve a good result and return to Wukang Mountain to complete the integration plan?'

On the stands, the Domain Lord of Xuanzhou, slouching in his chair, nearly choked on his tongue. He was fixated on the mirrored image, as if paralyzed by a binding talisman.

The family of three beside them was also stunned. Lan Qiaoyan sighed, then gave a wry smile, "That fellow's behavior from the land of exile has resurfaced!"

Miao Yilan, however, was in a daze, unable to snap out of it. She had only heard her mother talk about the Big Boss of Dongsiyuan before, but today she had witnessed it firsthand. There wasn't even a trace of the refined demeanor he had previously shown her; he was entirely a fierce, cold-blooded killer.

What shocked everyone was yet to unfold.

In the valley, the leading armored guard frowned for a long time. Finally, he broke eye contact with Shi Chun and turned his head, saying, "Examine him and take him away."

An armored guard immediately searched Sun Shigang's corpse, retrieved a mother-son talisman, and handed it to another person.

Shi Chun also turned, gesturing towards the other seven Luoyue Valley disciples lying on the ground. He then asked Wu Jinliang, "Did they confess?"

Wu Jinliang replied, "What they know is limited." He then tilted his chin towards Sun Shigang, adding, "That one was stubborn."

Shi Chun twisted and unleashed a flurry of slashes, cutting them down like grass. In a few swift motions, he sheathed his blade, and only then did the spattered blood fully hit the ground.

"You are..." a Luoyue Valley disciple began, but before he could finish, his eyes widened as blood gushed from his neck.

All seven had their tendons severed, leaving them restrained and unable to move, only twitching slightly. Wu Jinliang's expression remained calm as he slowly turned to face the Heavenly Court personnel.

In front of Sun Shigang's corpse, the armored guards, some squatting and some standing, all fell silent, staring intently at the scene before them.

Shi Chun, shaking blood from his blade, turned to them and said, "I was going to kill them later anyway. There's no need to let them run a second time."

Beyond the factor of silencing them, it was also true that he still needed to enter seclusion to refine the demonic flames within his body and didn't want them to escape a second time and disturb him.

In the pavilion offering the best view of the training ground, a man sat centrally. Dressed in white robes, with a ruddy complexion, a three-stranded beard as black as ink, and an aura of quiet dignity, his gaze, which had been fixed on the mirrored image, shifted. He suddenly turned his head and asked, "Which domain, which sect?"

He was none other than Miao Dingyi, Lord of Chirang.

A woman, standing respectfully by a pillar, immediately approached with deference. Careful not to obstruct the other Domain Lords' view, she bowed slightly and said, "The one in chestnut-colored clothes is Fu Xin, a disciple of Wukang Mountain, and the one in yellow robes is Sun Shi, a disciple of Luoyue Valley."

She was the person in charge here, and her ability to identify the respective sects by their clothing at a glance, with so many participating, clearly showed her diligent effort.

"Oh, they're both from our side? Then it's no issue," Miao Dingyi, Lord of Chirang, said with a faint smile, waving the woman away. Leaning back slightly in his chair, he looked at a man in ginger-yellow gauze robes seated two seats away and remarked, "Such infighting is quite interesting, wouldn't you agree?"

The man in ginger-yellow gauze robes was indeed Young Master Nan, Lord Weimo. He had a square face, also sported a three-stranded beard, wore his gauze hat neatly, and maintained an expressionless demeanor.

Immediately afterwards, someone jovially quipped, "Why has that scene been broadcast for so long? Do they know we're here and are deliberately putting on a show for us?"

"Haha." A burst of cheerful laughter ensued.

Young Master Nan, Lord Weimo, subtly tilted his head from side to side, remaining expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything. Yet, his gaze upon the mirrored image grew noticeably deeper.

The silence in the training ground was broken, replaced by gasps of surprise and murmurs of discussion.

Witnessing seven more disciples perish, Elder Jian Lingzhen of Luoyue Valley abruptly rose, turning to fiercely scan the various sects in the seating area associated with Sun Shi's group, her eyes now gleaming with murderous intent.

The Domain Lord of Shengzhou from Wukang Mountain was trembling with rage, muttering, "How dare that scoundrel, how dare he..."

On the stands, the Domain Lord of Xuanzhou's eyes seemed to bulge. His gaze fell on Elder Ke, and he stammered, "Brother Miao, that one from your family... he's a bit, a bit..."

He wanted to say that Elder Ke's son-in-law was quite arrogant, relying on him as a backer.

But he ultimately left the words unsaid.

Elder Ke, however, seemed to understand. He abruptly turned his head to stare at him and said indifferently, "Domain Lord of Xuanzhou, how much longer do you intend for this scene to continue? Isn't that enough? It's hardly appropriate to keep watching like this, is it?"

"Ah!" The Domain Lord of Xuanzhou suddenly realized that he was putting Shi Chun in an awkward position. He quickly turned and beckoned the person in charge over, pointing at the mirrored image and exclaiming, "Quickly, stop it! Quickly, switch to someone else!"

"Understood, understood!" The person in charge quickly ran off.

Observing Elder Ke's expression again, Fu Xingui (presumably the person in charge of the broadcast) secretly cursed his bad luck. He knew he had caused trouble and that he wouldn't be able to freely switch to the Wukang Mountain No. 7 scene again. It was a pity he had spent money only to end up in a bad situation, feeling quite wronged.

Feng Chi, shrouded in a white cloak, was utterly stunned. Her group of dispatched personnel had been completely wiped out by Shi Chun. Yet, as a demon cultivator with ideals, instead of despair, an elated expression surged onto her face.

She hadn't witnessed such a display in a long time: daring to provoke and commit murder right in front of Heavenly Court personnel. Such a domineering demonic demeanor was rarely seen in the world. Her heart leaped with joy, thinking, "The Demonic Dao now has successors!"