From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Everyone looked with confusion at what Zhang Xi was doing.

Who was she summoning with the sword pendant in her hands?

Did Physique Peak have some secret disciple they didn’t know of?

Even the disciples of Storm Fist Thunder Sect were curious.

This young lady must be summoning some trump card.

Everyone except for Lin Fan.

He didn’t expect Zhang Xi to ask for his help in this manner.

But a deal is a deal, and he always honored his words.

"Lin Fan, where are you going?"

The other menial disciples asked when they saw Lin Fan walking towards the central square.

Lin Fan didn’t bother with them and just continued on his way.

"Who is this?"

"Is this the secret disciple?"

Most of the disciples didn’t recognize Lin Fan and were wondering whether he was the one.

But they didn’t think so after they saw Lin Fan was in his black-colored robe.

"It can’t be him. He is a menial disciple."

"Must be here to help with sweeping the square?"

"Haha, that’s what they are good for anyway."

They looked on to see what Lin Fan was up to.

By now, Lin Fan had stood in front of Zhang Xi, and he took out the jade pendant shaped as an axe.

"So, you are Miss Rabbit’s friend, huh," Lin Fan said.

With a smile, Zhang Xi replied, "Yes, Mr. Wolf’s friend."

She subsequently turned to Qing Yang Zi and said, "This is my nomination. Qi Concentration level."

When the Qing Feng sect disciples heard this, they couldn’t believe their ears.

That menial disciple was really her nomination?

What would others think of them now?

Qing Feng sect doesn’t even have worthy disciples and had to resort to finding help from menial disciples?

They wanted to protest to Qing Yang Zi, but they stopped when the Storm Fist Thunder sect disciples were all laughing at what they saw.

"Hahaha. I can’t believe it; is this the top sect in Quan Dynasty?"

"To think they need to seek help from a menial disciple."

"Pfft. Don’t worry, I will not kill the menial disciple if I’m up against him."

The Qing Feng sect disciples just bit their tongues and stared at the Storm Fist Thunder sect disciples.

Some of the inner disciples from Sword Peak, however, thought otherwise.

They’d seen how Lin Fan helped Ho Ming to win the monthly ranking and how he was able to finish off his opponent with one move.

With this in mind, they talked back at the Storm Fist Thunder sect disciples.

"We think you are only worthy to fight with our menial disciples, that’s why."

"Yeah. You guys would be a bigger disgrace if you lost to a menial disciple."

"I think that maybe we can bet on it."

When Lin Fan heard about making bets, his eyes immediately lit up.

...

Meanwhile at Formation Peak, away from the central square.

Fifty men dressed in black descended upon the peak.

The leader of the group whispered and said, "The Formation peak lord and all the senior martial brothers are away.

"Everyone else is focused in the central square now.

"So now is our chance.

"Remember, we must succeed no matter what. Our families will be well taken care of, so have no fear."

All of the other men nodded their heads and set off to do what they were tasked.

"Stop right there!" a disciple on guard at the entrance shouted when he saw a man in black coming at him.

He tried to draw out his sword but wasn’t fast enough and was stabbed by the man in black nearest to him.

The other disciple on guard quickly turned and ran into the guardhouse to call for help.

They scrambled and took their weapons to come out and stop the men in black.

Before they could get out of the guardhouse, the last guard standing at the back stabbed them from behind.

The guard then nodded at the men in black and motioned them to go in.

After the men in black ran towards the peak’s hall, the guard sighed, using his palm, struck it at his face.

And his head exploded.

This would leave no chance for anyone to extract any memory from him.

The men in black separated into two teams; one ran towards the living quarters of the disciples.

Another went straight to the formation room where the head of Low Tian was kept.

When the men went into the living quarters, the disciples of the Formation Peak waited.

They were there waiting with their swords in hand.

The men in black realized it was a trap and too late for them to back out now.

"Die! All of you traitors!" the disciples of Formation Peak shouted and charged at the men in black.

Blood, fingers, and limbs spewed all over.

When the men in black were near to death, they’d rather bash their own heads to a pulp.

Meanwhile in the formation room.

The black men entered the room but didn’t find Low Tian’s head.

All they saw was an old man, drinking wine from his wine gourd, waiting for them.

The men in black looked at each other; they knew that they were tricked.

There was only one last option for them.

"Die, old fool!" They charged at Zhao Qing Ying.

Zhao Qing Ying, with his hand, index and middle fingers straightened and shaped like a sword, thrust it forward.

The twirling wind that came out was like a hurricane, sucked in some of the men, and upon contact with it, they were torn into pieces.

He then slashed his fingers across horizontally, and a slicing wave went across the room.

The remaining men’s bodies were cut in two when the slicing wave came into contact.

Thud.

Sounds of the men dropping to the ground filled the air.

Soon there was no one standing.

One of the men in black, seeing that they’d failed, took out a jade slab and using his last bit of strength, broke it in two.

Splat.

The heads and bodies of the men in black exploded and splattered all over.

"Damn it. A moment too late," Zhao Ming Ye exclaimed as he entered the room.

Now they didn’t have hard evidence to nail down Tan Fei.

There was no way for Zhao Ming Ye to replay their memories with the formation array when their brains were blown to bits and pieces.

Still, they’d won half the battle.