Chapter 3140: It's gotten dark

Others still didn't know, but at this moment the high platform was already in chaos like a pot of porridge.

The swordsmen who should have been the strongest contenders for the Sword Immortal title were now busy, one by one, showing their loyalty to Qi Xiong and the others.

Just to be able to eat that meal.

Faced with one transmission after another, Qi Xiong, Ye Zhangqing, and the others were all left bewildered.

However, from between the lines, everyone still managed to piece together some thoughts.

That is, Hong Zun, that old bastard, had at some point secretly bribed all those sword cultivators who came to participate in the Sword Immortal Assembly, getting them to throw the match so he could win the Sword Immortal title.

Upon hearing this, Qi Xiong's mouth twitched in anger; if the situation weren't inappropriate right now, he would have already cursed them out.

Our Dao One Immortal Sect is a respectable orthodox sect—how the hell do you keep doing these crooked, underhanded things?

Is a hollow Sword Immortal reputation really worth all this effort?

Moreover, this method… frankly speaking, even if it were one of our own, even if I were the Senior Brother, Qi Xiong would have only one evaluation: utterly despicable.

It's simply disgusting—pah, so fucking disgusting.

In his anger, Qi Xiong sent an annoyed mental transmission to Yun Xiantai.

"Take a look at what kind of disciples you've taught."

"Don't blame me—I only taught you; everyone else was raised by you, so it's none of my business."

Huh???

Yun Xiantai didn't hesitate to retort directly; hearing that, Qi Xiong was momentarily lost for words.

Indeed, that seems to be the case—this Shīzūn of Yun Xiantai is totally a hands-off manager; otherwise he couldn't have pulled off faking his death and wandering the clouds.

Back then, Hong Zun and his group were indeed personally taught by him.

That period can also be considered the darkest time for the entire Dao Yi Sect.

The Shīzūn didn't handle affairs, the senior and junior brothers were lacking in succession, and the sect up and down could only rely on Qi Xiong to hold things together—just thinking about it brings tears.

I thought raising this bunch of scoundrels would be enough, but now they've grown up, each capable of standing on their own—yet they still won't do anything decent; where exactly is the problem?

On the high platform, the sword cultivators had all made up their minds, so what comes next is simple.

When facing others, these sword cultivators strike with heavy punches, swiftly and cleanly ending the battle.

That's normal, after all, with their strength laid out, nobody has any doubts.

But the problem is, when it's Hong Zun's turn, things are completely different.

And wouldn't you know it, it's Hong Zun's turn again—this time he's facing a Heavenly Family Elder whose cultivation far surpasses his.

Originally this match should have been a sure thing, with Hong Zun having no chance to win.

But as soon as both stepped onto the stage, that Heavenly Family Elder secretly sent a mental transmission.

"Hong Zun, relax—I'll handle this match."

Huh???

Hong Zun had originally planned to just go through the motions, but upon hearing that transmission, he was stunned.

"No, not again? What the hell is going on with you guys?"

Staring dumbfounded at that Heavenly Family Elder, while the other party gave a meaningful look without changing expression—everything was understood in silence.

Upon this, Hong Zun felt completely numb.

His own few rebellious disciples were bad enough, and Wang Tieshu's woman could be somewhat understood, but later on he just couldn't comprehend it at all.

The earlier maneuver by that Zhang-surnamed sword cultivator had already given Hong Zun a creepy, scalp-tingling feeling.

Now this Heavenly Family Elder shows up again? What the hell do you guys even want?

I have the feeling that everyone is just putting on an act for me.

But before Hong Zun could think further, with the referee's command, that Heavenly Family Elder made the first move.

Seeing that, Hong Zun was still bewildered, and he couldn't even be bothered to raise his hand.

As for that, the Heavenly Family Elder also furrowed his brows slightly and silently sighed.

"You won't even move a finger? Let me put on a one-man show? Sigh, this is really going too far."

However, considering Ye Zhangqing's meal, it's not that I can't play along.

Thus, the Heavenly Family Elder followed suit, just like that Zhang-surnamed sword cultivator earlier—since Hong Zun wouldn't move, I'll do it.

After a series of maneuvers, Hong Zun appeared to have struck down that Heavenly Family Elder with a single sword.

After his defeat, he also clasped his hands neatly and said.

"Hong Zun, your swordsmanship is improving by leaps and bounds—I'm nowhere near your level."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, Hong Zun froze in place, and the others around him also froze.

Even those young sword cultivators who had already been eliminated twitched at the corners of their mouths upon seeing this.

Some couldn't help but shout softly.

"A dark plot, a blatant dark plot."

"Dark, so fucking dark."

"It's gotten dark."

This is simply unjust—do you really think everyone here is a fool?

Under the eyes of all, you're openly pulling this dark trick.

Right now, only the powerhouses on the high platform know about the meal situation; everyone else is completely unaware.

As for eating, everyone naturally keeps it tight-lipped—anyone knows that adding one more person means another mouth to feed.

Besides, these people down below pose no real threat to Hong Zun; even if they could win by strength, they'd have no right to demand a share.

Dark as it may be, the assembly continues nonetheless.

Two brothers from the same family stood together in line, and one of them sent a mental transmission.

"Older brother, this assembly has become utterly corrupt; in this match, let me win."

However, the response he received was.

"What nonsense are you spouting? This is the Sword Immortal Assembly, it's fair and just—how could we cheat?"

Huh???

Upon hearing that, this person was dumbfounded, eyes wide.

His strength wasn't enough, so he couldn't get onto the high platform, but his older brother did.

Not knowing the inside story, hearing his older brother's words, he only felt foolish.

"Not older brother, just now how corrupt has it become? In this Sword Immortal Assembly, where is there any fairness? Let me have a match—I'll get into the top ten, and split the family's reward half with you, how about that?"

"Nonsense, I've been upright and honorable my whole life—how could I do such a thing."

Speaking, he directly thrust out a sword, with no intention of holding back.

Facing his older brother's attack, this person almost cursed in anger, "You damn, your eyes just went blind—didn't you see how Hong Zun and them have become all fake?"

Just raising his hand, it's all damn helping the opponent up—is there still fairness?

Others can cheat, why is it so hard for us brothers?

But thinking of his older brother's personality, he's indeed stubborn and honest, and hates evil like an enemy—such a response is normal.

But he just won't accept it—why can others cheat but we brothers can't.

The rules of this Sword Immortal Assembly have long been damn gone; if we're going dark, let's all go dark to the end.

But the older brother opposite completely denies him this chance, his strike has no mercy at all—truly not holding back.

In just a short while, less than a hundred breaths, he took down his own foolish younger brother—the victory is decided.