Chapter 539: with translation of title

Qi Xiong's remarks undoubtedly were releasing a signal: from now on, in Dongzhou, it's whatever the Dao Yi Sect says.

The former four great sects have all become subsidiaries of the Dao Yi Sect, plus Putuo Temple and Guigu.

In that case, who in Dongzhou could still stand against the Dao Yi Sect?

Not to mention opposing them, even saying a single "no" would be difficult.

Moreover, what Qi Xiong said next shocked everyone even more.

"Furthermore, representing the Dao Yi Sect, this sect welcomes Senior Huoyan, Senior Cai Xia, and Senior Yinyin Mountain to join the Dao Yi Sect."

This news left the shocked crowd speechless.

Have the Great Saint elders of Guigu and Luo Xia Sect both joined the Dao Yi Sect?

Some loose cultivators, unaware of these matters, immediately stared dumbfounded at Su Luoxing and the others on the high platform.

And Su Luoxing and company did not speak to refute; it was obvious that what Qi Xiong said were facts.

The two simple pieces of information undoubtedly cemented the Dao Yi Sect's position as the overlord of Dongzhou.

For now, indeed no one can shake the Dao Yi Sect's position.

As his words fell, Qi Xiong wasted no more breath and immediately announced the start of the four-sect tournament.

Everyone took their seats one after another, and Qi Xiong specially arranged for Ye Zhangqing to sit beside him.

"What's wrong, little Zhangqing, looking all worried and grim?"

"Nothing, Sect Master, you're overthinking."

Hearing that, Ye Zhangqing smiled helplessly, "Since we're here, what else can we do? Just watch the excitement."

Following Qi Xiong's announcement, the young talents below all clenched their fists and rubbed their palms.

The order of the matches had already been decided by lot; twenty arenas would start simultaneously, and the Dao Yi Sect elders also went up to the arenas to serve as referees.

Loose cultivators and the disciples of the various sects were all excited.

Only the Dao Yi Sect disciples seemed lacking in enthusiasm; meanwhile, the other arenas were fighting fiercely, and on one of those arenas, one side was a Dao Yi Sect disciple.

He walked onto the stage with an indifferent expression, facing his opponent and bowing with clasped hands.

"Please give me your guidance."

His words were weak and listless; hearing them, the young man opposite frowned, feeling that this Dao Yi Sect disciple was overly arrogant, looking down on him even before they crossed hands.

Anger surged in his heart, and the young man immediately let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, although Shī xiōng's strength is formidable, Junior Brother is no embroidered pillow; even if I lose, I need to exchange blows to know, why must you look down on me like this?"

"Huh???"

Hearing that, the Dao Yi Sect disciple was stunned, then immediately explained.

"I didn't mean that, just..............."

"Indeed, I had no intention of slighting anyone; I simply couldn't muster any interest."

After all, what could the four-sect tournament possibly bring him? It had no substantive meaning.

But the opponent obviously hadn't listened, and had already struck first.

Seeing that, the Dao Yi Sect disciple also raised his hand to block, but anyone could tell this kid wasn't giving it his all.

The back-and-forth amounted to little more than going through the motions.

Even the Dao Yi Sect elder beside him could barely watch, his mouth twitching as he said,

"This little brat.........."

In the end, after some entanglement, it appeared the Dao Yi Sect disciple won, but in reality it didn't need to be so troublesome.

Moreover, after winning, the disciple showed no joy whatsoever; he turned and walked straight off the stage, returned to his seat, and flopped down.

"Ah, why can't we just forfeit?"

He sighed helplessly; if forfeiting were allowed, he would have already conceded defeat.

Not only this disciple, but in the following matches, whenever a Dao Yi Sect disciple went up, nine out of ten had no fighting spirit.

They gave the impression of extreme laziness, not in the slightest bit of form.

This even darkened the expression of Qi Xiong on the high platform, let alone the opponents.

"This bunch of little bastards, are you even going to fight? So soft, your Blazing Fist comes out like a damn cotton palm."

He couldn't help cursing; indeed it was excessive— the Blazing Fist, famed for its force, when thrown out, is no different from a damn cotton palm, what are you doing?

And those body techniques they displayed— if you didn't look closely, Qi Xiong would think it was an old lady crossing the street, taking a stroll.

Even so, the Dao Yi Sect disciples kept winning one after another, but such victories could not bring anyone any joy.

"Go, tell those little brats to give me a proper fight."

Unable to bear it any longer, Qi Xiong directly ordered the steward beside him to remind the disciples that if they kept fighting like this, they would lose all face for the Dao Yi Sect.

Soon, the steward conveyed Qi Xiong's meaning to the disciples.

Hearing Qi Xiong's order, the disciples' faces turned bitter.

"No, just winning is enough."

"Alright, the Sect Master has spoken; just put on a show."

"Ah, there's nothing else we can do; what a hassle."

Qi Xiong's warning did have some effect, but it seemed somewhat different from what was imagined.

Another Dao Yi Sect disciple appeared, looked at his opponent, and this time he finally showed some bearing.

At least he wasn't listless; his posture stood straight. Seeing this, the elder on the arena couldn't help but nod inwardly— this was right, this was what a Dao Yi Sect disciple should look like.

"Sorry for the offense."

"Shī xiōng, please give me your guidance."

The two bowed to each other, and then the Dao Yi Sect disciple took the initiative to attack.

This is probably still the first time the Dao Yi Sect disciple has taken the initiative to attack in the battle so far.

Facing the Dao Yi Sect disciple's attack, the other side also became extremely wary, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.

"Breaking Heaven Palm."

In a single step he appeared before that youth, and the Dao Yi Sect disciple raised his hand, about to strike with a palm.

Seeing this, the youth, also very experienced, immediately assumed a defensive stance.

But the next second, the anticipated Breaking Heaven Palm did not land; instead, the youth felt a chill in his groin and took a hard hit from a Groin Kick.

An indescribable electric sensation instantly swept over his body, and beads of cold sweat the size of beans dripped wildly from his forehead.

His eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at that Dao Yi Sect disciple, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"You…… aren't you using Breaking Heaven Palm?"

"This is called 'all is fair in war'."

As the words fell, the Dao Yi Sect disciple drew back his foot, while the youth collapsed, foaming at the mouth; the intense pain had obviously rendered him unconscious.

As for the Elder nearby, he stared dumbfounded, "Damn, what the hell are you doing?"

"Elder, how about it—wasn't the victory clean and swift?"

Finally, it was the disciple's voice that roused him; hearing it, the Elder opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

It was indeed clean and swift, but damn, did it really have to be like that?

Not to mention the Elder, everyone present who saw this scene fell into deep silence; the Dao Yi Sect disciple's methods were really somewhat............

No one said it outright, but everyone's thoughts happened to be remarkably unanimous.