The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

The person behind him also had a short temper. Upon hearing this, he reached out and grabbed the person in front by the butt, intending to drag him down and start a fight.

"Come on, get down."

"let go!"

The stone steps of the Thousand-Foot Cliff were already narrow and steep, and these people started arguing over a trivial matter, causing chaos below.

"Stop! Stop fighting!"

The others then began to try and break up the fight.

"They're fighting, can't they be serious for once? Why are they fighting amongst themselves?"

"Hahahaha, let's fight, let's fight, damn it."

Some individuals, not wanting to miss out on the excitement, started to stir up trouble, and some inappropriate comments were also mixed in.

"Which pervert touched my butt? How disgusting!"

"hey-hey."

Looking at the chaotic crowd in front of them, a group of people behind them watched the scene indifferently.

"mob."

One of them revealed a cold smile.

"With low martial arts skills and disobedience, sending someone like that up there would only be sending them to their death."

A scholar-like man smiled and said, "Isn't this a good idea? It's a perfect opportunity for them to test the waters and see how strong the defenses are up there. Where can we find cannon fodder like this? Don't you agree, Brother Ji?"

Ji Wushi smiled but remained silent upon hearing this.

……

"Junior brother, aren't they coming up yet?"

At the top of the Thousand-Foot Cliff, Linghu Chong looked down at the scene below with surprise and uncertainty.

"Well... I'm not sure either, maybe they're studying tactics."

Jiang Ning frowned. Because the distance was too far, he couldn't see what was happening below. Those people were gathered down there and hadn't come up for a long time.

The chaos below didn't last long. Soon, people reorganized and started climbing the Thousand-Foot Cliff. Although they were still climbing step by step, they were much more disciplined than before.

As the people below climbed closer and closer, Linghu Chong drew his sword, ready to fight, but Jiang Ning reached out and stopped him.

"I'll do it."

Jiang Ning remained calm.

This place is too narrow, so he plans to hold it himself for a while and then let Linghu Chong take over.

"Be careful."

Seeing that Jiang Ning was already standing in front, Linghu Chong could only give him some instructions before standing at the back with the other junior brothers and sisters from Huashan and Hengshan.

"The Huashan Sect doesn't know how to set up camp somewhere else. They just had to choose this wretched place, Huashan, which is so hard to climb."

The martial arts practitioner at the very front cursed under his breath, panting heavily.

His martial arts skills were not high; he was just a member of a gang who only knew a little bit of fist and footwork. He climbed up the stairs entirely by physical strength.

The member looked up and realized he was almost at the top, so he gritted his teeth and sped up to continue climbing.

"Finally, we made it to the top."

Just as he was about to reach the top, the member couldn't help but say something, but when he climbed up, he found someone standing in his line of sight.

The man leaned against the rock, a slight smile playing on his lips, and just looked at him.

The gang member froze for a moment, then opened his mouth to shout, but the next second his body flew up, drawing an arc in mid-air and falling down at a speed faster than going uphill, smashing down a group of people who were climbing below.

"There's an ambush!"

Those behind the gang member who had been there earlier shouted at the sight and then sped up their climb.

Bang!

Jiang Ning kicked out, sending the person who had climbed up flying and knocking down a group of people behind him.

"kill!"

The battle that broke out ahead made those still climbing the Thousand-Foot Cliff roar and speed up their ascent. However, due to the low martial arts skills of the first group of people who rushed up, coupled with the terrain, they fell down the mountain at an even faster speed as soon as they reached the top.

"Charge!"

"kill!"

The shouts of battle were deafening.

A burly man rushed forward, but before he could see what was happening, a flash of sword light appeared, his vision began to reverse, and his body rolled downwards like a rag doll.

"Kill them!"

Dozens of corpses had already piled up on the Thousand-Foot Cliff, lying haphazardly on the stone steps. These corpses blocked the way, making it even more difficult for those behind to climb up.

One of them finally managed to rush up, panting heavily. He looked at the boy standing in front of him, his expression hardened, and he swung the knife in his hand at him.

Jiang Ning dodged to the side, grabbed the man's throat, squeezed hard, then lifted the body up and threw it down, knocking down a large group of people who were climbing up.

A chorus of wails erupted below.

As time went by, the sky grew dark.

The night on Mount Hua was very dark, but not silent; shouts of battle and screams of agony could be heard all around.

Crackling sound~

The sound of burning torches echoed on the Thousand-Foot Cliff. Linghu Chong and his fellow disciples watched the battle unfold before them in silence.

An hour has passed since those people started climbing the Thousand-Foot Cliff, and the shouts of killing have never stopped, but no one has managed to climb up.

Jiang Ning stood alone at the Thousand-Foot Cliff. People from below surged up like a tide, but they could not break through Jiang Ning's barrier, leaving behind hundreds of corpses and a stench of blood.

"Is this the funnel principle that Junior Brother Jiang Ning mentioned?"

A disciple of Mount Hua muttered to himself.

Previously, when they asked Jiang Ning how he chased Ren Yingying, Jiang Ning also talked about his battle with the Six Immortals of Peach Valley and explained the principle of the funnel to them. They had never had the chance to witness it before, but now they have.

puff!

Jiang Ning pierced a man's throat with his sword, then kicked another corpse down the mountain.

"How many people has Junior Brother Jiang Ning killed so far?"

A disciple of the Hengshan Sect asked someone nearby.

"I don't know, but there should be at least a hundred."

The person being asked shook their head.

To be honest, they were prepared for a fierce battle, but they didn't expect that an hour had passed since the battle started and they were just waiting here.

Linghu Chong wanted to go up and replace Jiang Ning, but with the battle so intense, he couldn't bring himself to speak and distract Jiang Ning.

"Master's wife."

"Uncle Ning."

Just then, the voices of Huashan and Hengshan disciples suddenly rang out from behind. Linghu Chong turned around and saw that Ning Zhongze had arrived.

Linghu Chong quickly got up.

"Master's wife."

Ning Zhongze came down the mountain in a flurry of activity, followed by Abbess Dingyi and Taoist Tianmen.

When Linghu Chong saw that everyone had arrived, he was about to bow again, but was stopped by Abbess Dingyi.

"How is the situation now?"

Linghu Chong quickly replied, "Reporting to my master, the enemy is already on the mountain, but they are all being stopped by Junior Brother Jiang Ning at Thousand Feet Cliff. We are ready at any time and are just waiting for Junior Brother Jiang Ning to speak before we go up to help."

Upon hearing this, Ning Zhongze took a torch and looked ahead. He saw Jiang Ning standing alone at the end of the Thousand-Foot Cliff. Below the mountain, there were screams and shouts of killing, accompanied by the sound of corpses rolling down.

With each move Jiang Ning made, more people died, and piles of corpses accumulated at the foot of the mountain.

Bang!

Jiang Ning kicked a boulder to the side, and the boulder rolled down the stone steps. The dense crowd rushing up the mountain saw the boulder rolling down and hurriedly ran down the mountain, but they were immediately overtaken by the boulder behind them and crushed, causing screams of agony.

Chapter 191: The Burning of the Thousand-Foot Tower

Since the start of the battle, Jiang Ning has lost count of how many people he has killed. Waves of people from the foot of the mountain surge up, only to be driven back by him, then surge up again, only to be driven back again, in an endless cycle.

To this day, the crowd, composed of various large and small forces and independent individuals from the martial arts world, has still not broken through his defenses, leaving only corpses behind.

However, Jiang Ning did not feel any joy.

Although he now appears to be an invincible force, he knows that these are just small fry. These people are at the bottom of the martial arts world, with low martial arts skills, and are being used as cannon fodder. The real masters and elites are all behind him.

"..."

Watching Jiang Ning in front of them, who seemed like a machine, killing people tirelessly and without stopping, Ning Zhongze and the others behind him were speechless.

"Master's wife, where is Master?"

Linghu Chong then asked a question.

Ning Zhongze replied, "Your master is at Jin Suo Guan, he'll be here soon."

Upon learning that these people had begun their assault on the mountain, Ning Zhongze and the others could no longer remain idle. They left behind a dozen or so disciples to look after the younger ones, while all the other disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect gathered on the North Peak, forming a long line, ready to provide support at any time upon receiving information from the front.

Yue Buqun had confidence in Jiangning and did not rush to Qianchizhuang immediately. Instead, he set up defenses in the rear, planning to fight and retreat if the front could not hold out.

Seeing Jiang Ning still handling things with ease, Ning Zhongze, Master Dingyi, and Daoist Tianmen gradually relaxed and sat down on the steps.

"If they stop their offensive, let me go and relieve Jiang Ning."

Master Dingyi said something.

Ning Zhongze was about to speak when she heard this, but Linghu Chong spoke first.