"Mr. Zhang, are you joking? How could the Stone Mound Grandmaster be defeated?"
"Old man wouldn’t joke about such a serious matter!"
Zhang Tiezui once again slapped the wake-up wood:
"The person who defeated him was dressed in a green robe, wearing a fierce dragon head mask, shrouded in mystery, his strength unfathomable."
"The two fought at the Qian Yuan Dao Sect’s mountain gate for three hundred rounds. Despite Stone Mound Grandmaster’s full strength and even utilizing the secret skills of the ’Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture,’ he ultimately lost!"
"My heavens! Who is this dragon head mask man to be so formidable?"
Zhang Xiaoya walked to the front with a wooden tray, saying crisply:
"Dear uncles and grandfathers, this dragon head mask person isn’t your average character. Not only was the Qian Yuan Dao Sect defeated, their crucial treasure ’Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture’ was taken by him, and their Scripture Pavilion was thoroughly raided!"
"If you want to know more about this mysterious man’s na and subsequent thrilling events, please show your support with money!"
The tea patrons were already captivated, pulling out silver pieces and copper coins, tossing them into Zhang Xiaoya’s wooden tray with a clang.
"Mr. Zhang, quickly, tell us, what is the na of this mysterious man?"
Zhang Tiezui contentedly sipped his tea, moistening his throat:
"Alright! Since the patrons have been so generous, I shall continue! This dragon head mask man is nad Li Changkong!"
"Li Changkong... never heard of him!" The tea patrons spoke in hushed tones, "Could he be a Grandmaster of a hidden sect?"
"Highly likely!" Zhang Tiezui said solemnly:
"Li Changkong’s strength is imasurable, Stone Mound Grandmaster couldn’t withstand three hundred moves in his hands, while the foreign elders of the Qian Yuan Dao Sect were effortlessly knocked down, unable to resist!"
The tea patrons listened with hearts pounding, both amazed by Li Changkong’s terror and lanting Qian Yuan Dao Sect’s fate.
Just then, Zhang Tiezui added, "Folks, it’s not over yet! The Qian Yuan Dao Sect was just the beginning!"
"What? There’s more?"
"Indeed!"
"After the Qian Yuan Dao Sect, the major Buddhist Monastery and the Holy Sect were sequentially challenged at their mountain gates by Li Changkong!"
"The Withered Wood Grandmaster of the Buddhist Monastery and the Void Form Grandmaster of the Holy Sect were both defeated by him!"
"The two Holy Lands had their sect-treasured secrets taken, their Scripture Pavilions looted, and their mountain gates left in ruins!"
"In the current four Holy Lands, only the Sword Palace remains intact, and in my view, news about the Sword Palace won’t take long!"
"Hiss—"
The entire audience audibly gasped, the teahouse quieting down before erupting into even larger discussions.
"My goodness! It’s unbelievable, challenging three Holy Lands, this is heaven-defying!"
"The four Holy Lands have deep foundations, yet they can’t stop him alone?"
"The Sword Palace might be in trouble too, it’s a Holy Land with a legacy of ten thousand years!"
The tea patrons’ faces were full of fear and awe for Li Changkong.
No one expected such a fierce character to suddenly appear in the martial world, striking with a thunderous force that even the four Holy Lands couldn’t withstand.
Little did they know, on the second floor by the window of the teahouse, a man in a black robe was sitting calmly.
His face was cold, with sharp features, his gaze like ice for millennia, devoid of any warmth.
He was precisely the Li Changkong the tea patrons were fervently discussing.
He was rely passing through, wanting to rest briefly when he stumbled upon this unfolding drama.
Listening to the storyteller detailing his challenges against the three Holy Lands so elaborately, even accurately describing his attire and fighting style.
A cold gleam instantly flashed in Li Changkong’s eyes.
"It seems soone is stirring things up from behind the scenes."
Li Changkong inwardly snorted coldly, for upon leaving Qian Yuan Dao Sect, Buddhist Monastery, Holy Sect, he had declared it to be over!
Now, as the news spread through the martial world, clearly soone treated his words as idle talk and deliberately spread the rumors.
"I was too lenient."
Li Changkong’s lips curled in a cruel arc, eyes filled with killing intent.
However, he quickly suppressed his fury, for the most important task was to collect more cultivation technique records for his master; these petty tricks weren’t worth his distraction for now.
Li Changkong raised his hand, placing a hefty piece of silver on the table, then his figure vanished, disappearing from the room without attracting any attention.
Downstairs, the shop assistant passed by the private room with tea, seeing the door open, he considered stepping in to tidy up. When he spotted the silver on the table, he paused, looking towards the window to find it empty.
"Huh? Where did he go?"
The shop assistant rubbed his eyes, suspecting he was seeing things.
Just now, he clearly saw soone sitting inside, yet they vanished in the blink of an eye?
He shook his head, assuming it was due to fatigue, collected the silver, and retreated.
anwhile, in the far west of the Southern Domain, Sword Palace.
Sword Palace stood atop a towering cliff, its mountain perilous, engulfed in mist. Within, the halls were all carved from White Jade, with countless sword-shaped statues standing between them, emitting sharp Sword Qi.
As the only remaining force among the four Holy Lands, Sword Palace was already vigilantly prepared, the external elders patrolled day and night, while the Sect Master, one of the six Grandmasters, Jian Chen, personally held the fort without any laxity.
Suddenly, a cold aura enveloped the entire Sword Palace like dark clouds, causing the light of the world to montarily dim.
Jian Chen’s face changed drastically as he leapt to his feet, eyes filled with horror: "Not good! It’s him!"
Before the words settled, a shadowy figure appeared at the mountain gate of Sword Palace, it was Li Changkong.
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