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Chapter 114: A slap that changes everything.

Chapter 114: A slap that changes everything.

Bang! Bang!

In the Northern District, a deadly battle was going on. The Mad Lion leader was covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot with fury.

He glared at the seductive woman standing a couple of feet from him in rage.

"I’ll kill you and everyone you love..." he growled, his eyes filled with hatred.

Behind him was the corpse of his team member that had fallen to the plot of this evil cultivator.

Haha!

The seductive woman chuckled, unbothered by his threat. To her, he was nothing but an injured beast on its last leg.

Mad Lion also knew this. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before he followed his team members to the grave.

’I need to escape. I can’t die here!’

’This damn evil sect. You just wait. As long as I escape, I’ll hunt you all down,’ he vowed in his heart.

Whoosh!

Decisively, he abandoned the fight and dashed toward the Central District.

"Humph!" the seductive woman snorted and chased after him. "Don’t think you can escape!"

Whoosh!

Quickly, she was right on his heels, and she shook her wailing bell.

Ting! Ting!

Mad Lion shuddered, and his speed came to an abrupt halt before he could get over the evil soul attack.

A deadly scythe was already over him.

Ahhhhhh!

The scythe cut deep into his back, ripping off a portion of his muscle. Blood gushed out like a broken dam.

Mad Lion groaned deeply. He felt an intense pain throughout his body. Slowly, his eyes grew blurry from too much blood loss.

"I can’t die now! I can’t!" he muttered and forced himself back to his feet.

Just thinking about the helpless faces of his team members made it impossible for him to give up.

He must avenge them.

With that, he summoned all his strength and made a last-ditch effort.

As a Peak Core Refining Stage-8 warrior that could fight a Stage-9 without losing,

he never expected he would lose his life to a mere Core Refining Stage-7 warrior.

Even though the evil woman had an artifact that affected the soul, the thought still made him hate himself.

He pushed all his negatives to the back of his mind and focused on escaping.

Watching him try to escape once again, the seductive woman was stunned. She did not expect a mere rogue warrior to have such tenacity.

"I can’t allow him to live. With such tenacity, burning with hatred—it will be very bad for me and the Sect," she mused and chased after him, shaking her wailing bell.

"Ah! This damned bell!"

The Mad Lion pushed himself to the limit, but the attack on the soul—the miserable wails—made his heart quiver, reducing his speed.

"Just die!" the seductress sneered and attacked, using her ace technique.

The Abyss Death Strike.

’This is the end!’

Without even turning back, Mad Lion could feel the ferocity of the attack.

He inhaled deeply, his face etched with regret. Even though he wanted to avenge his teammates, he was too weak to do that.

Now, he was going to be killed just like them by the same evil woman.

Bang!

Ahhhhhhhhh!

A soul-rending shriek echoed in the quiet, still night, sending cold shivers down the spine of everyone who heard it.

Mad Lion, who had succumbed to his fate, was confused and slowly opened his eyes.

’What happened?!’

In the distance, he saw the seductive woman—who had almost ripped off his life—crashing into a nearby store.

Her hair was disheveled, her robe shredded apart, and a deep gash marked her chest. Her previous two big mountains were sliced apart, covered in grievous injury.

"What!"

He could not wrap his head around the sudden change. Who attacked her?

His face was riddled with confusion.

Suddenly, he saw a man appear behind him, holding a long sword.

The man looked at him for a moment before he walked toward the woman.

In the quiet night, the light breeze blew gently, leaving only the man’s footsteps.

From the store ruins, the seductive woman looked miserable and stared at the new arrival with shock and confusion.

Her wailing bell was destroyed with a single attack. How could that be possible?

The Wailing Bell Sect took pride in their sect artifact, which was a bell forged from hundreds to thousands of souls.

Yet, in this backward city, it was destroyed with such ease.

"W-Who... are you?" she asked with great difficulty.

The man did not respond and looked at her with disdain.

Pah!

A resounding slap hit her face, and she widened her eyes in shock. She had expected a lot of things from this man, but a mere slap was not one of them.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

The man continued to slap her until her face was a muddle that looked like a pig’s head.

As for the seductive woman, she had long lost consciousness.

He picked her up and dragged her away while leaving his voice behind.

"Come to the Thousand Wealth Chamber in the Central District."

The stunned Mad Lion could only nod his head absentmindedly.

It took a couple of seconds for him to realize he was no longer in danger.

’The Thousand Wealth Chamber!’ He exhaled deeply and departed.

...

...

At the Central District, in front of the Thousand Wealth Chamber, the previous battle zone had been cleared, leaving only the thick stench of blood.

From a distance, a man approached, dragging a woman along.

Mo Jian and the others stood in front of the chamber as they watched the man approach.

"How is it?" Mo Jian asked when the man arrived before him.

"Young Master, the Mad Lion mercenary team has all been killed, leaving only their leader."

"He would have been killed if I had not arrived on time. This woman was the leader. As for the smaller fries, I’ve killed them."

"Good. Wake her up."

Pah!

Ahhhh!

The resounding slap woke her up, and she grimaced in pain. For a moment, everything was blurry, her head dizzy.

Mo Jian and everyone looked at the man and sucked in a cold breath. How could he be so merciless toward a woman?

Still, no one voiced their thoughts as they focused their attention on the woman.

"Do you want another slap?" Mo Jian asked calmly.

"N-No... please don’t let him slap me again," she responded quickly, shaking her head vehemently.

Had she been slapped so much that she had developed a kind of phobia for him?

Mo Jian shook his head and thought, ’Who would have expected the infamous evil cultivator would be scared of a mere slap?’

"Who sent you and why did you attack my chamber? Think before you answer," Mo Jian said calmly, staring directly into her eyes.

Feeling Mo Jian’s piercing gaze, the seductive woman shuddered and forcefully swallowed the lump in her throat.

She knew if she dared to say anything contrary to the truth, her end would be far from anything good.

"We’re from the Wailing Bell Sect, and we’ve been in cahoots with the Long Clan for many years. This time around, they asked us to destroy both the Thousand Wealth Chamber and the Mad Lion mercenary team."

The Long Clan?

Mo Jian creased his brow and frowned. He did not have any bad dealings with the Long Clan; why would they target his chamber?

"Now I understand..." Merchant Tao shouted with a look of realization.

"The Long Clan is the one behind the disappearance of many people in the past couple of years."

"Yes, every time we do business with them, they pay us with human slaves," she added from the side.

"Huh!"

Merchant Tao clenched his fist tightly. How could those spineless bastards use the lives of people as bargaining chips?

"What do you use them for?" Zhao Tian asked curiously.

This was the first time they encountered an evil cultivator and were curious.

The woman raised her head and looked at Zhao Tian. "What do you expect of an evil sect? We use their blood for cultivation,"

she said as a matter of fact.

Zhao Tian shivered. He heard his grandfather mention the cruelty of the evil cultivators but always thought he was exaggerating.

But now...

Mo Jian was also stunned. He did not expect this world could be so dangerous and that many people had lost their humanity.

As a person from Earth, such a notion of using another human’s blood for cultivation disgusted him to no end.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Is there anything you’re not telling us?"

"No... I’ve already told you everything."

"So it is only the Long Clan that was in cahoots with you?" he asked to be certain.

"Yes... as far as I know."

"Good." Mo Jian nodded and looked at the protector that brought her.

"Break all the bones in her body but don’t let her die. We’re going to the Long Clan."

Meanwhile, inside the Long Clan, a thick tension hung in the air as all the elders wore pensive expressions.

"What’s taking them so long?" an elder said impatiently.

"Everyone should relax. We’ve been dealing with them for so many years, and they’ve never failed. This time around, they will not fail," the clan master said calmly.

The elders nodded, everyone breathing a sigh of relief, but they couldn’t stop their gaze from going to the entrance frequently.

"Do you think they’ve stolen all the money and escaped?" the second elder couldn’t help but ask.

They were evil cultivators, after all.

’Hmmm!’

Everyone widened their eyes and came to realize. Why didn’t they think of that?

Just before the clan master could speak, a guard rushed inside the grand hall.

"Clan Master, there is a problem," he shouted in panic.

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