Chapter 254: Subjugation and Coercion

A gentle breeze and warm sun.

The long street was bustling with crowds, and the cries of peddlers hawking their wares rose one after another.

A slender figure passed through the crowd; his face was handsome, and his pitch-black robes were spotless, carrying an extraordinary aura. Pedestrians on the road could not help but clear a path for him.

In the blink of an eye, this person had arrived before a towering and vast building, looking up at the seven large characters on the plaque.

——Hundred Herbs, Thousand Leaves, Ten Thousand Flowers Hall.

Eight disciples wearing sabers and carrying swords stood on either side. A large man spotted the man in black and barked, "Who are you? Have you eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard to dare come to the 'Hundred Herbs, Thousand Leaves, Ten Thousand Flowers Hall' and act wantonly?"

The young man in black stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "Call your Hall Master out. Today is the day for this thing of a hall to return to its roots."

"Insolent!"

"You're courting death!"

The eight disciples were shocked and angry. They were people who usually acted without restraint and had blood on their hands; how could they stand for this? Two disciples immediately took large strides forward.

Swish! Swish!

Only to see long sabers unsheathed, and the cold saber light instantly enveloped the young man in black.

The young man in black raised his brows, and without even seeing how he moved, those two disciples immediately let out miserable cries and fell backward, a bloody hole split open between their brows.

The remaining disciples changed color one after another, unable to help but retreat two steps.

Killing with a raised brow—could there really be such an expert in this world?

The young man in black gave a light laugh and reached out to grab at the empty air. With a "Boom—" sound, the plaque of the "Hundred Herbs, Thousand Leaves, Ten Thousand Flowers Hall" turned into countless fragments, splashing in all directions.

In the eyes of the six disciples who looked upon him as if he were a ghost or god, the man in black walked slowly toward the main gate. Every step he took seemed like a dragon walking or a tiger pacing, carrying an indescribable aura.

Just as the man in black walked into the main hall, he heard footsteps thundering from all directions. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by dozens of people, each of them facing a formidable enemy.

"I do not know which honored guest has arrived. Ximen has failed to welcome you from afar, and I hope you will forgive me."

The crowd of disciples who had drawn their sabers and swords cleared a path. A thin, gaunt old man walked out slowly; he was the notorious "Zhuihun Duso" Ximen Gang in the pugilistic world. Behind him, seven people were the most conspicuous—they were his seven great disciples.

The young man in black raised his head to look at him and said faintly, "This seat is the First Heavenly Venerable. You all betrayed the Demon Sect back then; today is the day to urge you to return to your roots. Do not seek your own deaths."

This young man in black was naturally Yu Liancheng.

He had made a bet with Wuchen Gongzi that he would be number one in martial arts, number one in power, and number one in prestige.

Divine Marquis Tie Dan and Cao Zhengchun were not people of the martial arts world.

Looking at the entire martial arts world, aside from the high monks of the "Liao" generation of Shaolin, Yu Liancheng could almost sweep through it all.

Therefore, this "number one in martial arts" was not difficult to complete.

As for being number one in power and prestige, both required a massive force as support, and he also needed some underlings to do the chores and gather information.

Rather than founding a sect himself, it was better to pick up a massive force that already had an organizational structure.

Among the eight great sects of the current martial arts world, Wudang, Shaolin, Emei, and others were all righteous sects, sharing the same roots and branches. Attacking one of them would inevitably lead to becoming enemies with the other six.

Conversely, the Demon Sect was much easier to deal with.

And after spending some effort to subdue the Demon Sect, he discovered that when the Demon Sect was fighting internally, some experts had set up their own portals, significantly reducing the Demon Sect's power. Naturally, it was time to integrate them into one.

Zhuihun Duso's expression changed slightly: "So it is you, 'First Heavenly Venerable' Yu Liancheng!"

"You can be considered an old hand in the pugilistic world; you should know the saying that those who know the times are heroes," Yu Liancheng said faintly. "If you insist on being a traitor, then your name 'Zhuihun Duso' will be erased from the pugilistic world from now on."

Zhuihun Duso and the crowd of disciples were stunned at first, then became furious, their hands pressing on their sabers and swords.

As long as Zhuihun Duso gave the order, this group of disciples would immediately charge at Yu Liancheng.

Zhuihun Duso had naturally heard news about the "First Heavenly Venerable." Although he thought the news from the main altar was somewhat absurd, he did not dare to look down on this young man. Suppressing his anger, he said, "This old man severed ties with the Demon Sect ten years ago. Furthermore, what you founded is 'Heaven Beyond Heaven,' which has no connection to us. Please leave quickly."

The disciples looked at Zhuihun Duso with slight confusion. The Hall Master was once a Demon Sect Protector Elder; he seemed kind but was actually arrogant and sinister. In the past, if one said the wrong word in front of him, they might be subjected to torture. Why had his temper become so good today?

"Fine, since you want to die, then this seat can only fulfill your wish."

Yu Liancheng moved his feet again, walking toward Zhuihun Duso unhurriedly. Zhuihun Duso's expression changed, and he barked, "What are you standing there for? Kill him."

At the order, the saber light and sword shadows connected into one, enveloping Yu Liancheng like a giant net, among which there was no lack of various hidden weapons and exotic weapons.

Yu Liancheng still kept his hands behind his back, as if he had already resigned himself to death.

Before the crowd of disciples could even show a look of joy, they felt their weapons being pulled by an invisible giant hand, uncontrollably killing toward their companions beside them.

In an instant, miserable cries rang out one after another, blood flowed everywhere, and one disciple after another fell into a pool of blood, groaning in pain.

"You..." Zhuihun Duso's face had turned deathly pale. Before he could even beg for mercy, Yu Liancheng had suddenly appeared in front of him and reached out to grab him.

Zhuihun Duso knew that the critical moment of life and death had arrived. He shouted loudly, and his hands struck out like thunder and lightning. A pair of withered palms rapidly turned black and faintly emitted a fishy, foul odor that made one want to vomit upon smelling it.

He had been famous in the pugilistic world for decades, and all his kung fu was in these hands.

But just as this pair of hands reached out, they hung down limply, because Yu Liancheng's hand had already pinched his throat, and a "Crack!" sound rang out.

Zhuihun Duso fell down. Yu Liancheng turned around, his gaze sweeping lightly across the room flowing with blood, and said faintly, "Who can be in charge? Stand out, otherwise, all of you will go down to accompany this old man today."

"I... I am the... third disciple of this old immortal. I don't know..." A figure stood up staggeringly, carrying a look of terror and fear.

"Submit or die?" Yu Liancheng interrupted him.

That person's body trembled, and he hurriedly said, "I am willing to submit, I am willing to submit."

"At least you are sensible. Someone will come tomorrow to tell you what to do. Take care of yourselves."

Yu Liancheng's figure flickered and disappeared. The third disciple let out a long breath, his back covered in cold sweat.

No matter what, he had finally saved his life.

Immediately after, a sense of excitement could not help but well up.

From now on, he would be considered the boss of this place.

Originally, he had his master, senior brother, and second senior brother above him... it would never have been his turn to inherit this position. Now, it could be considered a blessing in disguise.

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PS: There is another chapter in the afternoon.