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The person addressed as "Uncle-Master" by the two disciples was Rong Ziju, the junior brother of Zuo Zimu, the current head of the Eastern Branch of the Wuliang Sword Sect!

Upon hearing the name "Xingxiu Sect Demon," he instinctively drew his sword.

Upon seeing the miserable state of the disciples guarding the mountain, Rong Ziju could no longer suppress his anger. His long sword drew a silver arc in the sunlight, the tip pointing directly at Zhou Feng's face.

His figure stretched out like a taut bowstring in mid-air, and with a light touch of his toes on the bluestone steps, he leaped more than ten feet away. His martial arts skills were clearly far superior to those of the ordinary disciples.

The group of Eastern Sect disciples he had brought out also drew their longswords and surrounded the special forces soldiers.

Sword light crisscrossed the open ground, forming a net-like pattern. But the tall disciple who had been knocked down by Zhou Feng and the others, sprawled on the ground, suddenly cried out in a shrill voice, "Uncle-Master, watch out for their hidden weapons! Those black tubes they're carrying!"

Before he could finish speaking, Tie Jianguo, who was standing behind Zhou Feng, had already pulled the trigger.

puff--

The muffled sound of the silencer came out in a low thud, but Rong Ziju's eyes suddenly narrowed.

While he was still in mid-air, he flipped his wrist and held the longsword horizontally in front of him.

With a crisp clang, the bullet struck the spine of the sword, sending sparks flying.

Rong Ziju was pushed back half a step by the impact of the bullet, and a tearing pain came from the tiger's mouth.

Looking down again, I saw a shallow dent on the spine of the sword.

This made him feel a little wary. After landing, he did not continue to attack Zhou Feng, but instead bent over slightly and stared intently at the black iron pipe in Tie Jianguo's hand.

He had never seen this kind of hidden weapon before, but after the attack just now, he could see clearly that the hidden weapon was sprayed out from the front of the tube.

Although it is incredibly fast and powerful, it can only shoot in a straight line. As long as he can see the trajectory and angle of the iron pipe the other party is aiming at, he can easily dodge it.

Without giving him a chance to catch his breath, Tie Jianguo immediately pulled the trigger again, and this time the submachine gun bullets fired incessantly.

Rong Ziju, however, shifted his body to the side and cut three feet away from the trajectory of the bullet.

The bullet fired by Tie Jianguo barely grazed the hem of his clothes before hitting the stone slab behind him, scattering debris, but it did not harm him in the slightest.

Rong Ziju's lightness skill was much better than Tie Jianguo had imagined.

The opponent only needs to notice the direction his gun is pointing to, and can predict the direction by Tie Jianguo's movements. His figure sways left and right in the air, but he can never hit him.

But at this moment, he was getting closer and closer to Zhou Feng!

Tie Jianguo's face darkened. He was about to change the magazine and lean forward, but Zhou Feng pursed his lips slightly and reached out to stop him.

Just as Rong Ziju swayed and his five fingers formed a claw as he reached for Zhou Feng's shoulder, his feet suddenly moved!

With a slight turn of his Lingbo Weibu technique, Zhou Feng's body glided sideways in a perfectly natural arc, effortlessly avoiding Rong Ziju's grab.

The latter missed its target with its claw, paused slightly, and before it could change its move, it felt a warm hand touch its wrist.

Looking to the side, Zhou Feng still had a smile on his face, and the Absorption Technique of the Northern Darkness Divine Art was already in operation.

The surging internal energy continuously flowed from Rong Ziju's meridians, far exceeding the total amount absorbed from the previous six people.

The warm airflow immediately flowed into Zhou Feng's dantian and was washed, integrated, and settled within his internal energy circulation.

Rong Ziju's expression changed from anger to horror, and then quickly to fear!

Legends abound in the martial arts world about how terrifying and evil the Star Absorbing Skill is.

But only those who have actually had their internal energy drained know how desperate this situation is!

Not only was he completely unable to move, but he could also clearly feel his internal energy rapidly draining away, just like a pig that had been tied up and bled!

"You...you really are a demon from the Starry Constellation Sect!"

Rong Ziju's voice trembled as he frantically tried to break free, but he felt as if his entire arm was being sucked into the other's palm, and he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

Her once fair complexion faded visibly, and in the end, her legs gave way, and she knelt on one knee.

It only took a little over a minute to absorb Rong Ziju's internal energy, turning him into a deflated balloon, lying face up with his eyes glazed over.

Zhou Feng withdrew his palm and stood up. He could feel that the internal energy in his dantian had doubled again. If it was a trickle before, it had now become a gurgling stream.

"Boss, this has been resolved as well."

White Wolf reported this, and Zhou Feng turned his head to look. The disciples of the Eastern Sect had all been taken down by the special forces soldiers who used stun guns to fire crossfire.

They didn't have Rong Ziju's lightness skills and reaction speed. A dozen or so people lay sprawled on the bluestone ground, their limbs still twitching slightly uncontrollably.

The special forces soldiers didn't go for the kill; instead, each probe precisely hit the nerve nodes of these disciples to ensure that they were completely incapacitated in a short period of time.

Zhou Feng walked over slowly with satisfaction, squatted down, and placed his palms on the backs or neck acupoints of the group of Eastern Sect disciples one by one.

With each pair of forms, a surge of internal energy, large or small, flowed into his body. After being transformed by the Northern Darkness Divine Art and assimilated with the assistance of the Lingbo Steps, it settled down.

After he had absorbed everyone completely, the internal energy in his dantian was so abundant that even he himself could not accurately estimate it.

It's definitely more than 40 times more than before he came to Wuliang Mountain!

He flexed his fingers and looked down at his palm. The feeling of his internal energy flowing through his meridians was extremely smooth, like a widened river channel being opened to water for the first time. The flow was even and unobstructed, and he could even control it as if it were his own arm.

"Zhou Feng... what will happen to these people in the future?"

Bai Ling stepped forward, glanced at the Wuliang Sword Sect disciples lying on the ground, and a hint of pity appeared in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I only absorbed their internal energy. I left them with a foundation, so they can recover it through gradual cultivation. The scenery of the Wuliang Sword Sect is so beautiful, I plan to make it my base in the future. I won't commit any more killings, and I'll even make their lives better than before."

Zhou Feng put his arm around Bai Ling's shoulder and gave a deep explanation.

Although he was confident that even if he actually killed all of these people, Bai Ling wouldn't be too bothered by it.

But after all, she's my wife. A few simple words can make her understand, and that's worth it.

Bai Ling pursed her lips and nodded gently.

She had no connection with these people, and she knew that Zhou Feng wanted to obtain the world's divine skills and rare treasures, so improving his own strength was of paramount importance. Therefore, she would not stop Zhou Feng from doing anything.

However, she was afraid that Zhou Feng would be too reckless, indulging his inner desires and committing too many murders, which would be bad for his mental health.

As Zhou Feng was talking to Bai Ling, the two vermilion wooden doors of Jianhu Palace, carved with sword patterns, suddenly opened slowly from the inside.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a long beard and a slender build walked out from inside the door.

He wore a dark gray Taoist robe, with an ancient sword hanging at his waist. His face was calm, but his expression was slightly solemn.

The man's gaze swept over Rong Ziju, who was sprawled on the ground, and the disciples lying scattered about, finally settling on Zhou Feng. He then took a slight breath, cupped his hands, and said, "I am Zuo Zimu, the head of the Eastern Branch of the Wuliang Sword Sect. May I ask... why you have offended my sect?"

Rong Ziju, lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and struggled to lift his head. His voice was weak but tinged with anxiety: "Senior Brother... be careful! They are demons from Xingxiu Sea! He... he... drained my... internal energy..."

Zuo Zimu sighed deeply, secretly resenting that his junior brother had revealed the other party's identity so clearly.

That way, he wouldn't even have a chance to pretend he was confused!

That's the Dissolving Power Technique, the signature poisonous skill of the Starry Constellation Old Monster!

The attacked person lost all internal energy and had their meridians broken. This was a wicked skill that everyone in the Central Plains martial arts world feared. What could the Wuliang Sword Sect use to fight against them?

I originally planned to offer some benefits and pretend I didn't know anything to get rid of these plagues, but now...

Seeing that Zuo Zimu's hand had unconsciously rested on the sword hilt, Zhou Feng cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards him: "Sect Leader Zuo, you misunderstand. I am not a member of the Xingxiu Sect, but I do indeed need your sect's help with something. Please rest assured, it's not difficult. As long as we cooperate well, I guarantee the safety of everyone in your sect!"

Zuo Zimu remained silent for a long time after hearing this, his gaze sweeping over the disciples on the ground and his limp junior brother twice.

Although Rong Ziju was only his junior brother, his strength was not much weaker than his.

If Rong Ziju is defeated without even being able to resist, then even if he fights with all his might, he will definitely not be a match for the other party.

"Very well, please state your needs. If I can do it, the Wuliang Sword Sect will cooperate."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a clear, angry female voice rang out from below the steps: "Zuo Zimu! You, the dignified leader of the Eastern Sect, actually bow and scrape before the Starry Sea demons! You have utterly disgraced my Boundless Sword Sect! Get out of Sword Lake Palace now!"

Zhou Feng turned his head to look, and saw that a new group of people in gray-blue Taoist robes had emerged from below the steps at some unknown time.

Leading the group was a female Taoist nun who appeared to be in her early forties and had a thin face.

She clutched a long sword in her hand, and her eyes held a chilling, menacing aura.

Following behind him were nearly 20 disciples, each with a sword in hand, forming a goose-shaped formation, completely blocking Zhou Feng and the others' retreat.

"Left Sect Leader, are they planning to surround and attack us?"

Zhou Feng glanced at Zuo Zimu with a half-smile, and the latter's expression instantly changed. He said in a deep voice, "Junior Sister Xin, perhaps we should first..."

"Why don't we do something first!"

Xin Shuangqing interrupted the other party, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Feng and the others before finally settling on the Eastern Sect disciples slumped on the ground. He sneered, "Your Eastern Sect may be afraid of these heretical sects, but my Western Sect is not! The Boundless Sword Sect is a united force; how can we allow outsiders to bully us like this?"

She brandished her longsword and shouted to the disciples behind her, "Form ranks!"

The disciples of the Western Sect responded in unison, and as their formation contracted, the tips of their swords all pointed at Zhou Feng and the others.

Tie Jianguo and Bai Lang exchanged a glance, and the two of them simultaneously moved a step to the sides, protecting Zhou Feng and the five women in the middle.

The 10 special forces soldiers quickly adjusted their positions, some holding their rifles and others holding their stun guns, and prepared to fire.

"You should be on guard."

Zhou Feng whispered something, and Tie Jianguo immediately understood. He didn't withdraw his gun, but everyone's gun muzzles moved slightly downwards.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Feng activated the Lingbo Weibu technique at full power.

In just a moment, he was startled. The abundant internal energy circulated wildly in his meridians, and his steps became at least three times faster than before.

His figure traced a smooth arc on the bluestone steps, and with his robes fluttering, he arrived in front of the disciples of the Western Sect.

Xin Shuangqing only felt a blur before her eyes, and Zhou Feng was already almost face to face with her.

She instinctively raised her sword to block, but with a flick of her wrist, the tip of the sword pierced Zhou Feng's chest, only to miss.

The next second, her left wrist was grasped by a warm hand.

The Absorption Technique of the Northern Darkness Divine Art was activated once again.

Xin Shuangqing's internal strength was even deeper than Rong Ziju's. When her internal strength surged into Zhou Feng's meridians, it also carried a cool chill.

His face, which had been flushed with anger, turned ashen in a few breaths. Even the hand holding the sword in Xin Shuangqing's hand began to tremble, but he was completely unable to break free. He could only feel the internal energy he had cultivated for nearly 30 years flowing toward his opponent at an unstoppable speed!

"you…"

She only managed to utter that one word before her knees buckled.

After Zhou Feng released his grip, Xin Shuangqing staggered back two steps, and the sword slipped from her hand, falling to the ground with a clang.

She could barely stand with the help of a disciple behind her.

The Western Sect disciples behind them immediately erupted in chaos, brandishing their swords and preparing to rush towards Zhou Feng. However, before they could even take a step, the special forces soldiers had already pulled the triggers of their stun guns.

At this distance, the other party doesn't even have room to dodge.

The four or five people at the front immediately froze and fell to the ground. Those behind them were tripped by their fallen companions, and their formation fell into chaos.

Immediately following, a second wave of stun guns swiftly struck the disciples in the back row with pinpoint accuracy.

After the crackling of electricity, most of the nearly 20 disciples of the Western Sect fell to the ground. The remaining few also dropped their swords, standing there with trembling hands, their whole bodies shaking like leaves.

Zuo Zimu stood at the entrance of Jianhu Palace and watched the whole process from beginning to end, feeling secretly relieved.

If he hadn't been cautious and hadn't led his disciples to charge forward, he would be one of those lying on the ground now!

Watching Zhou Feng absorb the internal energy of the Western Sect disciples one by one, Zuo Zimu sighed, "Since you have come from afar, why don't we go into the palace for a detailed discussion?"

"No rush, let's spar first! I won't absorb your internal energy yet!"

Zhou Feng's smile sent chills down Zuo Zimu's spine.