Chapter 89: Sect Leader

Jiang Xiaomu raised his hand and brought down his blade, ending his life.

He looked around, but did not find the so-called Sect Leader.

Could it be… that the hint from the system is fake?

Jiang Xiaomu suddenly felt a strong gust of wind attack from behind.

He instinctively sidestepped to dodge, but was still a step too late.

A sharp long sword pierced his left shoulder, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

Jiang Xiaomu let out a muffled groan, endured the pain, and turned to look.

He saw a man in a long robe wearing a mask standing behind him, holding a snake-shaped long sword in his hand.

That masked man wore a black-red long robe; in the dim cave, the red was especially striking.

That snake-shaped long sword in his hand seemed like a living thing—its blade twisted and winding, his swordplay crafty and vicious, hard to fathom.

Jiang Xiaomu endured the severe pain in his left shoulder and swung his blade to meet the attack.

However, the masked man's swordplay was truly bizarre; several times it nearly struck his vital points.

"This guy's swordplay is extremely sinister!"

Pei Dongyong watched from the side, heart pounding, his long blade also dancing with vigor, occasionally helping Jiang Xiaomu block a few moves.

Jiang Xiaomu and the masked man fought for dozens of rounds, gradually feeling his strength wane.

But the masked man grew braver with each fight, his attacks becoming ever more fierce.

Just then, the masked man let out a strange laugh, shook his snake-shaped long sword, and shot a tiny hidden weapon straight at Jiang Xiaomu's face!

"Mr. Jiang, be careful!"

Pei Dongyong used his own body to block that hidden weapon.

"Pfft!"

The hidden weapon pierced deep into Pei Dongyong's chest, and blood spurted out.

"Pei Dongyong!"

Jiang Xiaomu's eyes nearly burst, and he grabbed the falling Pei Dongyong.

Pei Dongyong's face was pallid, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he forced himself to speak:

"Jiang… Mr. Jiang… I'm fine… you… you be careful…"

Jiang Xiaomu felt a mix of grief and anger; Pei Dongyong this time was likely more dangerous than fortunate.

"Damn beast!"

Jiang Xiaomu let out an angry roar, killing intent bursting from his eyes.

He suddenly rose to his feet, his long blade in hand carrying a fierce killing intent, and attacked the masked man again.

"You are the Sect Leader of the Blood Moon Sect, right?"

Jiang Xiaomu attacked fiercely while shouting the question.

The masked man did not answer, merely laughing strangely.

His snake-shaped long sword danced even more wildly, as if he wanted to tear Jiang Xiaomu into countless pieces.

Jiang Xiaomu became more certain that this masked man was the Sect Leader of the Blood Moon Sect.

He struck more ruthlessly, each blade carrying the determination to kill.

"Damn it, this dog's swordplay is really freakin' sinister!"

Jiang Xiaomu cursed silently; the wound in his left shoulder kept sending waves of pain, making his movements somewhat sluggish.

The Elite Soldier Captain saw the situation and immediately ordered the soldiers to surround the masked man.

"Use the net!" the Elite Soldier Captain shouted.

Several soldiers immediately threw out the specially made steel-wire net, covering the masked man.

The masked man was caught off guard, entangled by the net, and could not break free for a moment.

"Seize him!"

At the Elite Soldier Captain's command, the soldiers swarmed up and firmly controlled the masked man.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaomu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked up to the restrained masked man, yanked off the mask, and revealed a pallid face.

Jiang Xiaomu did not recognize that face, but those resentful, venomous eyes made him feel a chill.

"You are the Sect Leader of the Blood Moon Sect?"

Jiang Xiaomu asked coldly.

That Sect Leader did not answer, merely staring fixedly at Jiang Xiaomu, his eyes full of hatred.

"Hmph, not saying is fine." Jiang Xiaomu snorted coldly.

"Take him away, keep him under strict guard!"

The soldiers took the Sect Leader away, and Jiang Xiaomu turned to go to Pei Dongyong's side.

"Someone, quickly send Pei Dongyong back to the city for treatment!"

Jiang Xiaomu shouted loudly.

Several soldiers immediately lifted Pei Dongyong away.

Although Pei Dongyong was a bit rash, at the critical moment he could sacrifice himself to save others, which makes him a true man.

He lowered his head to look at the snake-shaped sword in his hand; the blade glowed with a faint cold light, feeling icy to the touch.

The weapon used by the Sect Leader of the Blood Moon Sect is indeed sinister—lighter and thinner than ordinary swords, yet extraordinarily sharp.

"This thing is not bad."

Jiang Xiaomu weighed it a few times, then sheathed the snake-shaped sword.

Returning to the government office, Jiang Xiaomu simply treated his left shoulder wound.

Not long after, news came that Pei Dongyong's injury was not serious.

The news that the Blood Moon Sect Sect Leader had been captured alive quickly reached the ears of Prefect Zhao.

Prefect Zhao immediately ordered to personally interrogate this Sect Leader.

"Li Wenqing, bring that Sect Leader up!"

Prefect Zhao sat on the main hall, his solemn voice echoing within the hall.

Li Wenqing obeyed, bringing several yamen runners and escorting the tightly bound Blood Moon Sect Sect Leader up.

"Bold madman! How dare you cause trouble in this prefecture, and not confess quickly!"

Prefect Zhao slapped the gavel and shouted sternly.

The Sect Leader gave a cold laugh, said nothing, merely sweeping the hall with a resentful gaze.

"What are you laughing at?"

Seeing the Sect Leader so arrogant, Prefect Zhao grew even more furious.

"I laugh at you lackeys of the Imperial Court, utterly foolish!"

The Sect Leader's voice was hoarse, yet carried an inexplicable power.

"Insolent!" Prefect Zhao shouted angrily.

"As the Sect Leader of the Blood Moon Sect, you have harmed the people, your crimes are heinous—what do you have to say today?"

"Harmed the people? Hahaha..." The Sect Leader suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Those killed by my Blood Moon Sect all deserved to die!"

"Deserving death? What right do you have to decide their life and death?"

Prefect Zhao was furious beyond control.

"My Blood Moon Sect carries out Heaven's will, executing corrupt officials, robbing the rich to aid the poor—what's wrong with that?"

The Sect Leader coldly said:

"Compared to you corrupt officials who merely occupy their posts, my Blood Moon Sect truly petitions for the people!"

"Nonsense!" Prefect Zhao trembled with anger.

"You bewitch the masses, rally rebellion, your sins are unforgivable!"

"Rally rebellion? Hahaha..."

The Sect Leader laughed again.

"In this world, the people cannot survive, corpses litter the fields."

"The Imperial Court is incompetent, the emperor is dim-witted, the common people live in dire straits."

"My Blood Moon Sect merely follows Heaven's will, seeking justice for the people!"

The Sect Leader's words were righteous and justified, leaving those in the hall momentarily speechless.

Jiang Xiaomu stood to the side, watching coldly.

This Sect Leader is silver-tongued, reversing black and white, indeed somewhat capable.

"What you say is merely an excuse to extricate yourself."

Jiang Xiaomu said coldly:

"Your so-called carrying out Heaven's will is merely satisfying your own desires!"

Hearing this, the Sect Leader turned his gaze to Jiang Xiaomu, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Who are you? How dare you speak nonsense here!"

"I am Jiang Xiaomu."