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Manichaeism marched forward in a grand procession, and this time, there was nothing foolish enough to jump out and block the way, which made him feel much more at ease. It seemed that with the example of the Yin Feng Sword Sect being completely wiped out ahead of them, many people had become more aware of their own strength and were reconsidering whether they wanted to be the ones to stand in the way.
When Manichaeism reached the city gate of Skywind City, three individuals had been waiting there for some time: Great Wind Sword Master Liu Changhe, Thunder Fist King Gongyang Jie, and Transforming Lord Rong Yi. These three were well-known figures in the martial arts world, all renowned Martial Arts Grandmasters with high prestige.
Upon seeing the three outside, a cold glint flashed in Jiang Han's eyes before he broke into a brilliant smile. After the maid lifted the curtain, he clasped his hands together and said to the three, "Seniors, you are blocking the way. May I ask what brings you here? Are you perhaps looking for a position in my Holy Church? If so, there's no need to stand at the city gate; why not come up to my carriage for some tea and we can discuss it leisurely?"
The faces of the three turned from green to red as they felt insulted. The one with the most explosive temper among them, Gongyang Jie, snorted coldly and said, "There's no need for tea. We have come today solely to demand an explanation from you, sect leader Jiang. The Yin Feng Sword Sect, a second-rate sect with over a thousand members, was wiped out by your Bright Church without warning. You slaughtered them mercilessly, leaving their corpses scattered everywhere. This matter cannot simply be brushed aside!"
Heh, daring to come before him, Jiang Han, to demand an explanation? They must not know how to write the word 'death'! In the martial arts world, regardless of one's skill level, should seniority really dictate everything?
These old fools had relied on their extensive experience and lack of attachments in the past to gain fame and benefits from various sects and factions. The prestigious sects did not take them seriously; rather, they feared these unencumbered individuals who acted recklessly! If one day they inadvertently offended them and provoked them into slaughtering all disciples outside their own sects, that would be disastrous!
Over time, this made these Loose Cultivators and Martial Arts Grandmasters develop a sense of superiority. Jiang Han would not tolerate their bad habits! His smile instantly vanished, his expression changing as quickly as turning a page in a book. One moment he was warm and gentle, the next he turned dark and arrogant:
"To say something nice, I’ll call you seniors. But if I say something unpleasant, what are you? Do you think you have the right to come before me and demand an explanation?"
"Since you insist on an explanation, then it is the Yin Feng Sword Sect colluding with the Manchu and Mongolian Foreign Races. Such treasonous crimes naturally deserve Total Annihilation. If you demand an explanation for them, does that mean the three of you are also in collusion with those foreign races?"
Upon hearing Jiang Han's disrespectful words, Gongyang Jie exploded with rage. His aura surged violently, a terrifying presence emerging, but it was suppressed by his companions, Great Wind Sword Master Liu Changhe and Transforming Lord Rong Yi.
Liu Changhe stepped forward, coldly gazing at Jiang Han and asked, "You claim that the Yin Feng Sword Sect colluded with the Manchu and Mongolian Foreign Races. Do you have any evidence?"
Jiang Han scoffed, "Of course, it's a case of being caught red-handed. Otherwise, where would the Total Annihilation come from? But who do you think you are? Why should I present evidence to you? Do you think you have the right to dictate what my Manichaeism does? Should I consult your opinions to decide who leads my Manichaeism?"
At these words, even the usually good-natured Rong Yi found it hard to maintain his composure. Jiang Han clearly refused to reason with them, each remark heavier than the last, completely trampling their dignity underfoot. An unfounded accusation of collusion with the Manchu and Mongolian Foreign Races was thrown at the Yin Feng Sword Sect as if he wanted to dismiss them entirely.
Liu Changhe took a step forward, the ancient long sword on his back emitting a furious cry.
Following closely, Thunder Fist King Gongyang Jie struck with both fists, unleashing a powerful force that caused the void to tremble. In the hands of the Transforming Lord appeared a mysterious turtle shell, its intricate patterns shimmering with a divine and enigmatic aura.
The overwhelming presence of the three pressed toward Jiang Han's carriage. The Baghdad Zen Master and Azure Wing Bat King Wei Yixiao were about to step forward to block them when Jiang Han stopped them with a shout.
As the formidable aura reached Jiang Han, it vanished without a trace, like a cow sinking into the sea.
"What’s this? Do you three want to kill me?" Jiang Han stepped forward, standing before the carriage with a mocking smile on his face. "Three Martial Arts Grandmasters want to kill me? What an honor that is! But I want to ask you three: today I am standing right here for you to kill me. Do you dare? Can you?"
Dressed in black, with his sleeves fluttering in the wind, Jiang Han pointed at them and said, "In terms of seniority, I indeed cannot compare to you. But my Manichaeism shakes the world; when has it ever relied on seniority? All those who have tried to assert their seniority before my Manichaeism have ended up as cautionary tales!
You three useless fools, if you don’t hurry and get lost, be careful I might just twist your heads off and kick them like balls!"
The roar echoed, leaving Liu Changhe and the others with grim expressions.
Clearly, they had realized that even if all three of them attacked together, they would absolutely be unable to deal with this great demon.
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