Chapter 709 - 386: Young Master of the Xuanji Sect

Chapter 709: Chapter 386: Young Master of the Xuanji Sect

Several figures leapt into the air at that instant, splitting into two groups.

One group went to attack Chu Qing and his party, while the other headed towards Jiang Qianliu.

Judging by their stance, it was more of a rescue attempt than an assault.

Chu Qing flicked his robe sleeve, releasing a barrage of thousands of blades, showering down like a tidal wave upon these people.

Before they could truly execute their techniques mid-air, they were engulfed by the silver barrage.

Yet at the critical moment, their weapons suddenly unfolded, revealing themselves to be iron umbrellas.

The silver blades hit the iron umbrellas, sounding like rain pattering on banana leaves, with a continuous clinking sound.

Chu Qing was somewhat surprised, as these iron umbrellas seemed to be made from a material that resisted penetration by the silver blades.

However, the sheer force within the silver barrage knocked these people back, sending them flying.

Upon landing, they couldn’t regain their footing and rolled across the ground.

A figure passed through the fallen people, glaring angrily at Chu Qing:

"Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Qing almost burst into laughter. He nodded slightly, swiftly forming a claw with his fingers and suddenly hooking forward.

The man struggled uncontrollably, flying towards Chu Qing, who then gripped his throat tightly:

"You dare to strike without even knowing who I am?

"Such boldness, quite impressive!

"Well, I should ask you, who are you?"

"You captured our steward, I don’t care who you are... you all deserve death!"

The man, though strangled by Chu Qing, showed no fear on his face but rather a fierce hatred in his eyes.

Yet, as Chu Qing’s grip tightened, sensing the strength within, a trace of panic finally appeared in the man’s eyes:

"You... you dare to kill me?

"I am... I am from the Profound Mystery Sect..."

As he spoke, his voice grew weaker, not due to a lack of courage, but because he was beginning to struggle to breathe, making it hard to speak out.

"Profound Mystery Sect..."

Chu Qing showed no surprise.

Earlier, the man had used a hidden weapon belonging exclusively to the Profound Mystery Sect, known as the Thousand Mechanism Blade.

On the surface, it appeared to be a type of flying shuttle-like hidden weapon, and when employed, it looked no different from regular hidden weapons.

But inside, it held mysterious workings.

Not only did it hide 999 fine needles, but it could also be triggered at critical moments according to the will of the user, catching people off guard.

However, mastering this hidden weapon is not easy...

It requires the unique technique of the Profound Mystery Sect and specialized inner power to wield it with precision.

To the uninformed, it’s merely a lump of iron, incapable of revealing its mysteries.

With such distinct features, how could Chu Qing not recognize it?

But recognizing it, so what?

"So what if it’s the Profound Mystery Sect?"

Chu Qing applied more force with his fingertips, and a crackling sound was heard.

The man he held tilted his head immediately.

At the same time, a voice sounded:

"Stop!!!"

However, the words came a bit too late.

Chu Qing looked towards the voice, seeing the crowd parting as a cyan-robed man stepped forward, his face livid.

His gaze fixed tightly on the man in Chu Qing’s hand, then on Jiang Qianliu beside Chu Qing, who looked like a stray dog.

With veins bulging on his forehead, he spoke deeply:

"How exactly did my Profound Mystery Sect offend you?

"To capture our steward, to kill our members!

"Do you not regard my Profound Mystery Sect?"

"Who are you?"

Before Chu Qing could speak, Wu Qianhuan stepped forward with locked brows:

"Your Profound Mystery Sect, though known as one of the Nine Great Forces, indiscriminately struck with such venom.

"Had we not possessed some skills, we would’ve perished to your hidden weapons.

"Now you say we don’t regard your Profound Mystery Sect, but I ask you, do you regard us?"

"What are you, daring to compare with my Profound Mystery Sect?"

Before the cyan-robed man could respond, a disciple from the Profound Mystery Sect sneered coldly.

"Looking at their youthful faces, they clearly don’t know their limits, daring to offend my Profound Mystery Sect, they won’t find a place in the Lingbei Martial World!"

"Such ruthless attacks, leaving no room, truly deserve death."

The Profound Mystery Sect disciples spoke one after the other, overwhelming the situation.

The cyan-robed man’s eyes shifted coldly, and suddenly he raised a hand, silencing the surrounding voices.

Chu Qing glanced thoughtfully at him; before he could speak, he said:

"It seems you hold a significant position within the Profound Mystery Sect."

"What if I do?"

"How should I address you?"

Chu Qing asked.

"You aren’t qualified to know my name."

The cyan-robed man’s tone was haughty.

Chu Qing was rendered speechless and was about to continue speaking when he saw a silver flash rise from behind the youth.

The youth’s martial arts skills weren’t weak; identifying the sound, he turned on his heel, pressing his fingers down in a flow, followed by a ringing sound, the sword vibrated under the force, echoing with a hum.

The swordbearer was a young woman, letting out a muffled groan; the youth frowned and said:

"Don’t meddle, I have things to do."

"Murder demands retribution; return your life first!!"

The young woman glared with rage, enduring excruciating pain, gripping her sword tightly despite the torn grip, repeatedly thrusting towards the youth.

Perhaps angered by the young woman, the youth shouted angrily, turned his palms over, and a cracking sound was heard.

Twin black metal gauntlets covered his hands, forming perfectly seamless iron gloves.

Gripping both hands, a cracking sound was heard; the sword broke inch by inch, followed swiftly by a reaching hand aiming to seize the young woman’s head.