The Martial Son-in-law

3Mr. Ba squinted his eyes and fixed his gaze on the ordinary-looking young man. His gaze became more and more serious.    

    

"Mr. Ba?"    

    

Hearing the call of his companions, Mr. Ba retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice, "Tiger, bring everyone to find a place to stay. I will go and do something."    

    

Zhang Chu and Zhao Tang followed the Red Flame Sect out of the village.    

    

At this moment, they discovered that the cars parked outside the village had turned into an endless sea of cars. No one knew how many sects had gathered in this small village.    

    

Red Flame Sect followed the narrow gap between the cars and walked towards the periphery.    

    

Zhao Tang who was following behind him muttered in his heart, "Brother Chu, do you still remember the Red Flame Sect's sect leader?"    

    

The Red Flame Sect's sect leader?    

    

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment. When he had a conflict with the Red Flame Sect, Zhang Chu had clearly heard the disciples of the Red Flame Sect mention the word 'sect leader'.    

    

The sect leader of the Red Flame Sect was in the village, so why hadn't it shown up yet?    

    

Furthermore, the disciples of the Red Flame Sect were supporting each other as they left. It seemed like they had no intention of looking for the sect leader.    

    

There must be something strange about this unusual situation. For a moment, Zhang Chu was even more interested in this Red Flame Sect.    

    

After travelling for about ten minutes in the sea of carriages, the Red Flame Sect finally stopped.    

    

The uninjured Peak of Meditation Stage disciple turned around without any warning, and lunged at the defenseless Lin Qingyan like a fierce tiger.    

    

By the time Lin Qingyan came back to his senses, his chest and shoulder had been severely injured. Like a kite with a short string, he was sent flying and crashed heavily into a van. Due to the force of the impact, the steel van had caved in.    

    

"Wow..."    

    

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Lin Qingyan fell to the ground like mud. Covering his chest, he looked at his fellow disciples in disbelief.    

    

Lin Qingyan couldn't believe that his fellow disciples would try to harm him...    

    

He also couldn't believe that they would return kindness with ingratitude the moment he saved them.    

    

"Why... why?" Lin Qingyan's voice trembled violently. He looked at his senior brothers with a fierce look in his eyes in disbelief.    

    

The senior brother who was leading the group stared at Lin Qingyan fiercely. He gritted his teeth and said, "You son of a b * tch who recognizes thieves as his father. You have stepped on the last dignity of the Red Flame Sect. If I don't kill you, I won't be able to quell the anger of my senior brothers!"    

    

So... it was like this.    

    

Lin Qingyan's eyes were filled with despair. He kept crying and laughing. "The dignity of the Red Flame Sect has long disappeared."    

    

"What did you say?!" The senior brother glared at Lin Qingyan. He wished he could tear the shameless Lin Qingyan into pieces.    

    

"Ever since you came here, you have been looking for every opportunity to fight against your weak sect. In the end, you were just curled up on the streets and sleeping in the open. In the eyes of those truly powerful sects, the Red Flame Sect is just a clown jumping up and down."    

    

"How dare you insult the Red Flame Sect, you traitor!" The senior brother roared hysterically. The reason why he was so angry was not because Lin Qingyan had insulted the Red Flame Sect, but because Lin Qingyan was right.    

    

Because of his dissatisfaction with the sect leader, the strength of the sect leader had been taken over by him day by day, and it had gradually lost its actual control over the Red Flame Sect.    

    

Because of this, the sect leader disappeared the moment they entered the village.    

    

In fact, everyone knew that the sect leader had completely abandoned the Red Flame Sect.    

    

When the nest was overturned, there would be no eggs left!    

    

Ever since the promotion ceremony began, the brothers who usually called each other brothers and got along harmoniously with each other had long been blinded by benefits.    

    

How many sects turned against each other and became enemies, and how many brothers and sisters killed each other?    

    

The promotion ceremony had turned many sects into monsters. It was precisely because they had seen through this point that the Red Flame Sect's sect leader had fled ahead of time.    

    

The resentment and anger towards the sect leader had caused all the disciples to vent their anger on Lin Qingyan.    

    

After all, Lin Qingyan was the disciple that the sect leader doted on the most.    

    

"Clean up the Red Flame Sect's sect!"    

    

Following the order that had lost its rationality, the remaining disciples lunged at Lin Qingyan like crazy.    

    

Lin Qingyan had no chance to resist. He could only accept his death. The only regret he had was that he had died in the hands of his fellow disciples.    

    

At this critical moment, a black shadow rushed out at lightning speed. Along with the incomparably sharp True Qi fluctuation, wherever it passed, it brought up streams of blood.    

    

Bang, bang, bang...    

    

Accompanied by a series of dull sounds, the heads of the four Red Flame Sect disciples fell from their shoulders like rubber balls and rolled several times on the ground.    

    

One of the heads rolled in front of Lin Qingyan.    

    

Looking at his junior brother's pale face, Lin Qingyan's pupils shrank violently. After a moment of shock, hysterical screams came from in front of him.    

    

Lin Qingyan quickly looked up and saw that the black shadow was like a hungry wolf rushing into a flock of sheep, tearing all the disciples into pieces.    

    

A few early Foundation Establishment disciples whose meridians were crippled were the first to be killed. In an instant, they were torn into two at the waist!    

    

"Who is it? Who is it?" The senior disciple from the Red Flame Sect shouted in panic. Both of his palms struck out at the same time, sending out gusts of wind. However, none of them could keep up with the speed of the black shadow, and all of them hit nothing but air.    

    

"Ah!" After another miserable cry, one of the disciples collapsed onto the ground like a pile of mud. However, he didn't land on the ground completely, because his neck was grabbed by a pale palm, and he was lifted into the air just like that.    

    

Accompanied by heavy breathing sounds, the crowd finally saw the figure of the black shadow clearly.    

    

It was a man with disheveled hair and ragged clothes. Because his skin had been exposed to the air for a long time and had been affected by the low temperature, it had become a sickly ice-blue color. And the man's empty and lifeless eyes were filled with endless slaughter.    

    

"Xiu... Ghost Cultivator!" Lin Qingyan cried out involuntarily, "Rumors... the rumors are true..."    

    

"What? Ghost Cultivator?" The senior brother's face was dark, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.    

    

A scene that made everyone feel even more hopeless appeared.    

    

Heavy panting could be heard from all directions. One by one, Ghost Cultivator with disheveled hair and ragged clothes walked out of the traffic.    

    

One, two, three...    

    

More than a hundred Ghost Cultivator appeared around the crowd, surrounding the remaining disciples of the Red Flame Sect.    

    

An unprecedented fear had engulfed every single disciple of the Red Flame Sect.    

    

Although everyone knew very well that these Ghost Cultivator were still alive and kicking.    

    

However, after being trapped in the Realm of Secret for so long, the endless loneliness and frustration had turned these 'practitioners' into wild beasts. Ghost Cultivator, who still had a trace of rationality, would steal the identity of a sect disciple and take his place. He would escape from this land of death and start over again. However, most of the Ghost Cultivator had already lost his rationality.    

    

In the terms of practitioners, they were pathetic practitioners who had gone mad.    

    

In the words of mortals, these practitioners had all suffered from serious mental derangement.