Chapter 82: The Humiliations of the Past — Jiang Chen's Resolve!

Amid the various caustic taunts, someone even kicked out, sending him tumbling down the mountain gate and rolling onto the Qingshan staircase.

Seeing Jiang Chen leave in such a sorry state, they had thought they would never have a chance to meet him again in this lifetime.

They never expected reality to be so full of surprises, letting them meet again so soon.

At this moment, Jiang Chen raised his head, looked up at those still-so-ugly faces above, and fury instantly rose in his heart!

Especially recalling all the past encounters, the rage in his heart climbed to its very peak!

Jiang Daoxuan keenly noticed the shift in Jiang Chen's emotions, his gaze turning dark and cold, and he said softly, "This time, besides recovering justice for you, we have also come to annihilate the Qianshan Sect. So, however these people humiliated you, you should repay them doubly. Understand?"

When the words fell, Jiang Chen felt a warmth in his heart, his anger instantly dissipating quite a bit, and he immediately nodded in reply, "Understood."

Immediately after, he looked once more at the few Qianshan Sect disciples at the mountain gate, a killing intent surfacing deep in his eyes!

Repay them doubly? That suits me perfectly!

The distance between the two sides kept shrinking, soon less than five meters apart.

"Jiang Chen, you have some nerve! You actually dare to come back now — do you treat the sect's prohibitions as nothing?!"

"Hahaha, could it be that the trash family behind you refuses to keep feeding this trash of yours? That's why you've tucked your tail and want to return to the sect?"

"Considering you were once a sect disciple, we'll spare ourselves the effort. Better scuttle back on your own."

"If you insist on going up the mountain, don't blame us for being merciless! When the time comes, it won't just be your dantian being crippled — watch out for losing arms and legs, hahaha!"

The Qianshan Sect disciples guarding the mountain gate were only at the Bone Tempering realm, so how could they discern Jiang Chen's cultivation base? Thus they all jeered, utterly unaware that they themselves were dancing back and forth before the gates of hell!

Seeing these people still wearing the same sickening disposition, Jiang Chen let out a cold laugh, said no more, and instead drew the top-grade Earth-rank treasured sword bestowed upon him by the Clan Lord!

Seeing Jiang Chen draw his sword, the crowd's smiles only widened, completely unaware of the gravity of the situation.

"I'm not seeing things, am I? He actually dares draw his sword on us? Hahaha, has he already forgotten the fact that his dantian was crippled and he's now trash?"

"I say he's gone mad, right? To dare lay hands on me — truly seeking humiliation for himself!"

"Looks like it's time we taught him what reality is."

"Let me go first, haha — watch me kick him back down the mountain with one foot!"

An arrogant, domineering short youth stepped out from the crowd, came before Jiang Chen, and carelessly prepared to kick out his right foot, wanting to savor the other's embarrassment.

But the moment his toe moved, Jiang Chen, sword in a single hand, swift as a gale, slashed out a sword strike that landed on the short youth's right leg!

Slicka—

In an instant, the sharp blade severed the entire right leg into two sections, exposing ghastly white bone, fresh blood gushing!

Losing his balance, the short youth crashed to the ground, eating dirt face-first.

He lowered his head, eyes wide, staring at his own right leg, his face full of disbelief — until the pain hit.

"My leg, my leg, aaaaaah!!"

The short youth was tortured into a vicious expression, his features squeezed into a knot, veins bulging on his forehead, his hands clutching desperately at the severed wound of his leg, letting out one blood-curdling wail after another!

Seeing this, the remaining Qianshan Sect disciples all snapped back to reality in an instant, looking at Jiang Chen as if they had seen a ghost!

What on earth is going on with this kid?

No one could figure out why a trash whose dantian had been crippled and cultivation lost could unleash a sword strike so swift, so fierce as thunder!

But at this moment, Jiang Chen did not stop his actions because of the short youth's wailing.

He gripped the sword hilt tight and, under the other's terrified gaze, mercilessly slashed out a sword strike!

Slicka—

One sword beheaded him, head and body separated!

Jiang Chen's expression was cold; he did not spare the corpse at his feet another glance.

Since the Clan Lord intended to annihilate the Qianshan Sect today, those who had provoked him — killing them was simply killing them.

Seeing the short youth slain by this once-trash, all the Qianshan Sect disciples present were instantly scared into trembling all over, gradually realizing the gravity of the situation.

Immediately after, they flustered drew various weapons, holding them before their chests, trying to grasp a shred of a sense of security.