Chapter 231: The Black Snake Curse

At the Black Snake Gang headquarters, an old man of about fifty with a sinister face sat at the head of the table. Listening to the information reported by his subordinates, he stood up in surprise and said, "What? The Black Snake Curse has been broken by the Hong Sect?"

That young disciple endured the pressure radiating from the old man, his body trembling incessantly, his voice carrying a trace of fear and nervousness: "Yes... yes, Sect Master. A white-haired swordsman named Wei Zhuang has come to the Hong Sect. His strength is extremely powerful. He charged straight at the sect member who controls the black snake and forcibly broke the Black Snake Curse!"

Upon hearing this, a flash of shock crossed the old man's eyes, and he muttered to himself, "That shouldn't be. Even if the Black Snake Curse hasn't been cultivated to the Great Completion realm, it shouldn't be defeated so easily, right?" Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his expression turned gloomy, and he asked urgently, "What about Mo Jiao? What is his situation now?"

The disciple hesitated for a moment, stammering and not daring to answer. Seeing this, the old man suddenly shouted in anger: "Speak! What exactly happened to Mo Jiao?" The disciple was so frightened that he trembled all over and hurriedly reported: "Deputy Sect Leader, he... he has surrendered."

"What? Impossible! Mo Jiao is my sworn brother. We have experienced decades of trials and tribulations together; how could he possibly surrender so easily?" The old man widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. His anger erupted like a volcano, and he slammed his palm fiercely onto the disciple's chest.

Only a muffled "thud" was heard; the disciple spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest collapsed instantly, and his entire body flew backward. The old man's eyes were filled with rage and killing intent, but soon he seemed to realize his loss of composure, and a look of regret appeared on his face.

He waved his hand, called over two subordinates, and said coldly, "Drag him away." Then he turned and left the room.

The old man, who was pondering what to do, suddenly heard shouting and killing sounds coming from outside and said angrily, "What is this about now?"

The old man's brows were tightly locked, and a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes. He stood up slowly; although his steps appeared heavy, they still carried a dignity that could not be underestimated. Outside the door, the sounds of shouting and killing grew more intense, as if the entire gang was shrouded in chaos.

"Go quickly and find out what kind of sacred beings dare to run wild on my Black Snake Gang's territory!" the old man ordered in a deep voice, his tone mixed with unquestionable firmness.

Before long, a trusted aide hurried over, kneeling on the ground with a panicked expression: "Sect Master, it's bad! It's those people from the Hong Sect; they have attacked us directly!"

Upon hearing this, the old man's face turned livid, and he clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. "A fine Hong Sect, this is a case of newborn calves not fearing tigers!" He shouted angrily, then turned to the people behind him and said, "Call all the gang members and follow me to battle!"

Before his words had faded, the old man had already rushed out of the room like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the front courtyard. Along the way, he saw countless injured gang members, and the anger in his heart burned even brighter.

In the front courtyard, the two factions were already locked in a chaotic battle, with blades flashing and shadows dancing, and blood splashing everywhere. The old man's eyes were wide with rage, his figure moving through the battlefield like a ghost. Every strike he made was precise and lethal, and in an instant, several Hong Sect disciples fell under his Sword.

"Black Snake Gang Sect Master Gao Jin, you truly live up to your reputation, but today, the end of your Black Snake Gang has arrived!" Following a cold laugh, a swordsman with a cold temperament walked out from the Hong Sect crowd, his Long Sword pointing directly at the old man.

The old man snorted coldly, unimpressed: "You are Wei Zhuang? Young man, you are far too confident. My Black Snake Gang has stood tall for many years; how could it be shaken by the likes of you?"

The old man's words carried an unquestionable arrogance, but Wei Zhuang only raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes flickering with calmness and determination. "Sect Master Gao, times are changing, and the jianghu is no longer what it once was. The glory of the Black Snake Gang may have once been awe-inspiring, but today is the time for it to end."

Having said that, Wei Zhuang moved, attacking the old man like lightning. The tip of his Sword tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound. Seeing this, the old man also surged forward, and the two clashed instantly. Sword light and palm wind intertwined, shrouding the entire front courtyard in a deathly silence.

Only then did Wei Zhuang feel that the Black Snake Gang Sect Master's strength was also at the Bone Refining Stage, but he felt that his Blood Qi was depleted and his strength was not what it used to be.

"It seems the Sect Master's plan to subjugate them will be hard to realize."

Facing Gao Jin's desperate resistance, Wei Zhuang could not help but give up the idea of subjugation.

This was also related to Cheng Feng's plan; currently, the Hong Sect did not lack low-level gang members, but their mid-level strength was somewhat lacking.

Can Skin Refining withstand a palm strike from the Blood Refining Realm? Clearly not.

That is why Cheng Feng was thinking about how to expand the Hong Sect's territory while also strengthening the Hong Sect's power; the subjugation plan came from this, and it mainly relied on Wei Zhuang's formidable strength, otherwise Cheng Feng would not have planned it this way.

The surrounding gang members and Hong Sect disciples were attracted by this sudden duel between experts, stopping their actions one after another and staring intently at this battle that would decide the fate of both sides. One could see the Sword shadows and palm winds colliding constantly; every strike was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the ground shook incessantly due to their powerful strength.

Although Gao Jin was over fifty, his cultivation was profound and his moves were seasoned; every strike was aimed directly at Wei Zhuang's vitals. Wei Zhuang, relying on his youth and extraordinary Sword Technique, dodged flexibly while searching for opportunities to counterattack. The two traded blows, fighting to a stalemate, and for a time, neither could do anything to the other.

However, just as the battle entered a white-hot stage, Wei Zhuang suddenly unfolded his body, leaping into mid-air like a giant roc spreading its wings. The Long Sword in his hand transformed into a brilliant stream of light, striking directly at the old man's throat. The old man was shocked, hurriedly channeling all his cultivation and striking out with a palm, attempting to neutralize this blow.

But Wei Zhuang's Sword Technique had reached perfection; this strike contained all his power and will, so how could it be neutralized so easily? A flash of Sword light passed by, the old man's lapel was cut by the Sword Qi, and a thin, long bloodstain appeared on his chest.

The old man staggered back a few steps, his eyes full of disbelief. He could never have imagined that he would be defeated by a young man. Wei Zhuang landed steadily, sheathed his Long Sword, and scanned the entire front courtyard with a cold gaze.

"The era of the Black Snake Gang has ended," Wei Zhuang said indifferently. "From now on, there will be no more name of the Black Snake Gang."

As Wei Zhuang's words fell, the Hong Sect disciples cheered one after another; they knew that they had won this battle.

As for the Black Snake Gang members, their faces were ashen; they knew that their gang had reached its end.

Gao Jin clutched his chest, quickly took out a small bottle, swallowed the pill inside, and grinned viciously: "What a pity, it was just a little bit short."

Having said that, he quickly took out the flute from his sleeve and began to play.