Boom!When that loud explosion shook the Gate of the Path to Immortality, everyone waiting for the results suddenly felt an earthquake.“What happened?” they all asked at once while looking toward the Patriarch of the Blossom Sect.Previously, fewer than a hundred corpses had been expelled from the Gate of the Path to Immortality. Now, what exactly had happened became a question everyone needed to know. After all, this was also the sect’s foundation. If the losing side were their disciples, then the destruction of the Blossom Sect could already be calculated.Many people had already held grudges against the deviations committed by the Blossom Sect, especially regarding the deaths of several men and women who had died during energy absorption.Now the Patriarch of the Blossom Sect also stared at the Gate of the Path to Immortality without blinking. He himself did not know the answer to the question directed at him.… …The sound of cracking could be heard by Song Que’s ears as hundreds

The night, which should have been dark, became bright from the lightning sparks that kept crackling in every direction from the body of a young man. That young man was none other than Song Que.Many people collapsed immediately when he used the Thunder Spiritual Method as he stepped out of the Gate of the Path to Immortality.What remained there was fear. Then a loud voice rang out, followed by the arrival of many elders. It turned out that the Blossom Sect had prepared well—they had placed hundreds of people at the Mid Sky King stage, and they themselves were certain that this would not be enough to stop the assault of a single intruder—the figure who had emerged from the Gate of the Path to Immortality. However, this was only bait, meant to weaken Song Que by draining his energy. Unfortunately for them, their calculations were wrong—nothing had drained Song Que’s energy for the time being.Song Que could see the hatred in everyone’s gazes. He did not want this to happen either. He w

Song Que’s strike landed on the Grand Elder’s abdomen, causing the old man’s body to bend. He could feel his internal organs being stirred and twisted, making him cough up air. Then Song Que used his other fist repeatedly. Because of his speed, the punches were almost invisible—only swirling shadows could be seen. Unsurprisingly, this method made the Grand Elder vomit blood. He spewed a large amount of blood into the air before collapsing powerlessly to the ground. At that moment, Song Que immediately used Flying Crane Needles to seal his acupuncture points.After that, Song Que sensed a chilling aura approaching from behind him—it was unexpected.Bam!Song Que was slammed to the ground when the Patriarch’s punch struck his back. He rolled across the ground to regain defensive momentum.Although he did not suffer injuries because a black shield protected him, it was still humiliating. He managed to regain his footing, but this time another wave of energy struck him. He was hit again a

“Spare us, sir!” someone’s pleading voice rang out, begging for his life. He had already been abandoned by the sect patriarch. Only a few people remained there, and all of them were kneeling.“Bring me all the treasures of this sect immediately. Only then will I spare you!” Qilin’s voice sounded rough and deep.Around fifty people remained there, and they immediately ran off upon hearing the order, with not a second’s desire to stay behind. However, they were not running to escape the sect, but to retrieve what had been ordered of them. Of course, they were terrified after witnessing the ferocity of every move Song Que had made. Since his arrival, nearly a thousand disciples and hundreds of elders had been completely slaughtered.Even the Grand Elder had been powerless; he died devoured by flames because he could not run when Qilin slashed his sword and was caught in the fiery sparks.Who else could they ask for help besides the patriarch? But the patriarch himself had already fled to

“We are from an Assassin Organization. Have you ever heard of it? Do you want to join? Well, I think this kind of work doesn’t suit you. But if you really want to, I can take you to meet the boss—with a condition: one hundred gold coins as a safety fee! Then you can become an administrator to manage the boss’s money later. We just happen to be lacking someone who can handle calculations,” one of them whispered into Song Que’s ear. He spoke with great confidence. To him, Song Que was easy prey. Once they were in the forest later, he would be executed.That whisper made Song Que smile—this was what one would call good fortune. He had just felt stuck in searching for information about the existence of this group, and now someone was willing to lead him straight to them.“In that case, I would be very happy to join you!” Song Que said as he stood up and cupped his fists in a respectful greeting.“Sit down, Brother Song!” they said politely to him. But their eyes revealed a hidden secret.