Chapter 614 - 614: Nothing to Say

"Using hidden weapons... Truly despicable!"

Xu Shijie dared not block the projectiles with his body. Gritting his teeth, he braced for the backlash of his Soul Technique and forcibly retracted his Martial Soul Long Staff, swinging it at the three projectiles.

PING, PING, PING!

The three projectiles were intercepted by the Martial Soul Long Staff less than half a meter from Xu Shijie's body.

'That was close...'

Xu Shijie sighed in relief. Any later, and the projectiles would have struck him.

"Relaxing now? Isn't it a little too soon for that?"

"Thrusting Sword Technique!"

But just then, He Liang seized the opportunity to flash in front of Xu Shijie. He unleashed the Thrusting Sword Technique, one of the Celestial Sword Three Techniques. His longsword transformed into a streak of light, stabbing straight toward Xu Shijie!

'Not good!'

Xu Shijie's eyes instantly widened.

Forcibly halting his Soul Technique had already inflicted a backlash, leaving him injured. On top of that, parrying the three projectiles had left him in an awkward position, his momentum spent before he could generate more.

Previously, at his peak, Xu Shijie would have had numerous ways to block or dodge the Thrusting Sword Technique.

But now, he was completely helpless!

He Liang had seen this exact opening, which was why he had instantly used one of the Celestial Sword Three Techniques he had been holding back!

PSHCHT!

The Celestial Sword Three Techniques were immensely powerful.

The Thrusting Sword Technique, in particular, possessed incredible piercing strength.

He Liang's sword effortlessly shattered Xu Shijie's Primordial Power defenses and pierced his shoulder. The sharp force of the Thrusting Sword Technique instantly invaded his meridians.

Xu Shijie immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood. Grievously wounded, he could no longer sustain the Martial Soul Illusion behind him, and it shattered in an instant.

"You despicable villain! Using projectiles in a sneak attack!"

Blood trickled from Xu Shijie's lips as he glared at He Liang, who was right in front of him.

He Liang, however, just smirked. "Despicable? Hmph. There's no such thing as despicable, only winners and losers. I won, so I'm the victor. You lost, so you're nothing but a dead dog!"

With that, He Liang violently yanked out his longsword.

Xu Shijie screamed in agony. The force of the blade's removal sent him tumbling twice before he slammed hard onto the ground.

Before he could even get up, He Liang stomped on the wound in his shoulder. He looked down condescendingly at Xu Shijie and sneered, "How's that, you piece of trash? You dead dog? You still dare call me despicable? Still dare try to take the Martial King Essence Pill from me?"

"Ptooey! You despicable coward!"

But Xu Shijie showed no sign of weakness, spitting out a mouthful of blood and cursing again.

"You're courting death!"

He Liang's expression darkened. With two heavy stomps—THUMP! THUMP!—he ground his foot into Xu Shijie's shoulder wound, mashing it into a bloody, mangled mess.

"Haha, trash will always be trash. And you still dare curse me?"

"You trash from the Saint Extreme Sect! Kowtow and apologize, and I'll spare you today!"

He Liang laughed maniacally, stomping on Xu Shijie's shoulder again and again.

But Xu Shijie was surprisingly tough. He just gritted his teeth and endured it, refusing to say another word.

After all, with so many people watching, and since the rules of the Inner Sect qualification tournament forbade lethal attacks,

the most He Liang could do was severely injure Xu Shijie.

He wouldn't dare actually kill him—that would be too brazen. Setting aside the other sects, he wouldn't even be able to justify it to his own Celestial Sword Sect.

"The people from the Celestial Sword Sect are such trash! Using projectiles to ambush Senior Brother Xu!"

"Hmph, the Celestial Sword Sect claims to be the top sect in the Northern Domain, but this is what they're really like. Using underhanded tactics like projectiles and still acting so arrogant!"

"Utterly shameless!"

The surrounding disciples from the Saint Extreme Sect couldn't take it anymore and began shouting insults.

Although the Celestial Sword Sect disciples also felt He Liang had gone too far, they weren't about to stand by and listen to the Saint Extreme Sect's insults.

"To the victor go the spoils. In the world of a Martial Artist, there's only victory and defeat. What does 'despicable' even mean?"

"You pieces of trash from the Saint Extreme Sect are all so naive. You might as well just tuck your tails and run home!"

The disciples from the Celestial Sword Sect and the Saint Extreme Sect grew more and more heated in their argument, reaching the verge of coming to blows.

Meanwhile, the members of the other sects—

the Talisman Puppet Sect, Tianya Sect, and Purple Cloud Sect—simply folded their arms and watched the show, showing no intention of getting involved.

They were naturally delighted to see the Celestial Sword Sect and the Saint Extreme Sect at each other's throats.

As for the disciples from the smaller sects, they were even more afraid to speak up. They quietly backed away, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.

After all, they could afford to provoke neither the Celestial Sword Sect nor the Saint Extreme Sect.

Even watching a show from the sidelines required a certain level of strength and confidence to do so comfortably.

At this moment, Chu Qingyun turned to Pei Yongqing. "Pei Yongqing, are all the people from your Celestial Sword Sect this deplorable?"

As a disciple of the Saint Extreme Sect, watching He Liang trample and humiliate Xu Shijie, Chu Qingyun was naturally feeling quite displeased himself.

After all, He Liang's insults had been directed at the entire Saint Extreme Sect.

Pei Yongqing's face flushed slightly at Chu Qingyun's sarcastic tone.

"Ahem... What He Liang said isn't entirely wrong. To the victor go the spoils, that's just how it is."

"Er... as for my Celestial Sword Sect, when you have so many people, you're bound to have all sorts... Besides, I did warn you to be careful of He Liang..."

Pei Yongqing's voice trailed off, his argument clearly lacking conviction.

In truth, Pei Yongqing had always disapproved of He Liang's methods, privately considering him a despicable person.

However, He Liang was his sect brother from the Celestial Sword Sect, and Chu Qingyun was from the rival Saint Extreme Sect.

As such, there was much Pei Yongqing couldn't bring himself to say.

Just then, the argument between the two groups of disciples caught He Liang's attention.

He kicked the grievously wounded Xu Shijie, sending him sprawling in front of the Saint Extreme Sect disciples, before slowly strolling over.

"People of the Saint Extreme Sect..." he sneered. "Hmph. You all look quite defiant."

"Fine. I, He Liang, will give you a chance today. Anyone who has a problem with this can step forward and challenge me!"

He Liang sneered, standing before the disciples of the Saint Extreme Sect. His gaze swept over them, filled with disdain.

The expressions on the faces of the Saint Extreme Sect disciples changed instantly.

Excluding Chu Qingyun, Xu Shijie was the strongest among the hundred-plus disciples who had come to the Celestial Sword Sect.

Even Xu Shijie had been utterly defeated by He Liang; how could any of them possibly be his match?

Faced with He Liang's incredibly provocative gaze, each and every one of them lowered their heads in helpless indignation.

Their skills were inferior. There was nothing more to say!