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“Ring a ding!”

The ancient bronze bell on Mo Beipo’s waist sounded.

The right hand stroking the bell involuntarily paused.

He paused only for a moment, then continued to stroke it, as if the bell’s sound was usual, he’d become accustomed to it and didn’t pay particular attention.

But in actuality, he was using his divine sense to carefully inspect the surroundings, his heart heavy.

Ever since he took the position of sect leader, the bronze bell had never sounded before this.

The bell was mystical, it could detect danger.

If a cultivator of the sixth realm or above showed killing intent nearby, the bell would sound a warning.

If the wearer of the bell was about to step into danger, the bell would also warn.

This bell was obtained by Tianque Shangren during his early travels, estimated to be an ancient relic from ages ago.

Tianque Shangren relied on this bell to barely make it to the seventh realm.

Without the bell’s alert, Tianque Shangren would have died countless times long ago.

Sometimes, it’s like this. Even the gifted may not necessarily achieve anything, what if they died halfway?

Heaven is jealous of the talented, it’s common.

After Tianque Shangren barely survived a lifetime, and died in peace, the bell became a token of the sect leader.

This thing is really sturdy, but it’s a pity that the disciples of Tianque Gate that followed were not particularly talented, what is the use of living to the peak?

Barely hanging on!

The tiny and extremely ugly Big Brother Mo sat in a high chair, then quickly dodged to the right, and a long spear, twice his size, was taken out from the storage ring in his hand.

The long spear was pitch black all over, but the tip of the spear had a faint purple glow.

The pattern on the spear was beautiful, engraved with two swimming dragons.

The instant Mo Beipo dodged, half of the room was directly torn apart, a robust man appeared out of nowhere, wielding a huge blade in his hand.

There were sawtooth shapes at the bottom of the huge blade, and countless round holes in the upper part, with copper rings hanging in the holes.

When the wind blew over, the huge blade would make a whimpering sound, like the wailing of ghosts.

“You actually managed to dodge.” Liu Ying looked at Mo Beipo indifferently, his gaze locked on the bell at his waist.

“So it was this bronze bell that warned you.” He swung the huge blade again, generating a fierce knife gang, and Mo Beipo had to defend with the spear, barely managing to hold onto the spear in his hand.

“At least the sixth realm! It could even be the peak of the sixth realm!” Mo Beipo’s face was awful.

Streams of light rushed towards the great hall, sensing the movement, the elders of Tianque Gate all flew over.

Liu Ying looked around at everyone, but he was not afraid.

He had initially only intended to take Mo Beipo away because according to the description given by the High Priest, he knew that the key was provided by Mo Beipo.

But since he had been discovered by this bronze bell, he naturally could not take away this dwarf silently.

Luckily, he had just sensed that there wasn’t even a single person in the Tianque Gate above the sixth realm, it was not a difficult task for him to destroy the sect.

However, the High Priest had instructed that this trip should not be flamboyant, it was better to be cautious.

The person who took the key, even the High Priest couldn’t figure out who it was, even broke ten fingers and lost an eye for this.

Liu Ying knew well that he was not an opponent of such a great cultivator, estimating that even ten of him might not be able to defeat the person who took away the key.

Therefore, the purpose of his trip was merely to find out from the Tianque Gate who that person was!

As for the key and the Dao Bead, he could only proceed slowly in the future.

Unlike the dramas on TV where you have to state the reasons and process before a fight, the great battle on the peak of Tianque Gate was about to break out, it was just a bit of a one-sided crush.

Several elders couldn’t even block a cut from Liu Ying, ordinary disciples had no need to come, if they did, they were delivering themselves to death.

But Liu Ying didn’t seem to have the intention of mass murdering, after seriously injuring everyone, he stomped on Mo Beipo’s right leg, directly crushing it.

The sound of bones shattering was very harsh.

“Tell me, who did you give this to, and I will spare your life.”

“Otherwise, I will annihilate your entire sect tonight!”

Mo Beipo looked at the portrait in Liu Ying’s hand, recognizing it at a glance.

Isn’t this what we gave to Lu Xun?

Although his talent in cultivation wasn’t very good, he wasn’t a fool either.

He naturally thought, this mysterious man who suddenly came to him, must be coming for Lu Xun.

Mo Beipo looked at him and said, “I haven’t met him, I don’t know.”

Liu Ying launched a kick into his chest.

Mo Beipo slid across the ground and only came to a halt after striking a pillar.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes fiercely glaring at Liu Ying, he said, “I don’t know!”

It was not that he felt an immediate affinity with Lu Xun, and wanted to protect him.

Rather, he understood the complexities involved.

Firstly, whether Liu Ying would spare everyone as he promised was an uncertainty.

Placing hope in the kindness of the enemy was both naive and laughable.

Secondly, he did not know what the goal behind Lu Xun’s actions or the Demon Sect’s intention was.

Looking back now, Lu Xun had sought this item, and Taishan was leveled to the ground the very night he acquired it. It surely had a significant relation to these events.

Added to that, the mysterious man who came knocking this night…

All of it hinted towards something unusual!

There might be huge secrets hidden beneath!

Tianque Gate… seemed to have been caught in a whirlpool.

And it could be swept completely away at any moment!

Mo Beipo did not know what was happening, and he did not understand the real motive of this muscular man in front of him.

But he was very clear, he had already been pushed onto the gaming table.

He had to gamble, and he had to make a choice.

The stakes were the entirety of Tianque Gate!

The development of the situation was an unpredictable variable, how it would unfold, he could not foresee.

As the Sect Leader, his responsibility was simple.

To minimize the harm to Tianque Gate, and maximize its benefits!

All people in Tianque Gate respected me, admired me, obeyed my commands, and I held huge authority.

Therefore, in such a situation, as the Sect Leader of Tianque Gate, he had to shoulder this responsibility.

In fact, at such a time, the simplest choice would be to kill the mysterious man in front of him.

In doing so, not only would the current problem be solved, but the Demon Sect’s Lu Xun would owe a favor to Tianque Gate!

The key question was how to kill?

Mo Beipo, this dwarf was lying on the ground, his body convulsing instinctively from the immense pain.

His eyes were bloodshot, but not a trace of fear was in them.

He was an orphan, brought to the mountain and taken as a disciple by the previous sect leader of Tianque Gate.

The master loved him as his own, and his fellow disciples were as close as his own siblings.

A beggar became the leader of a sect, when he looked back at the past, it felt like a dream.

Everything he had was given by Tianque Gate, he would have to repay it sooner or later.

Because he was a beggar in his early years, he seemed arrogant after joining the gate, actually using arrogance to cover his inner inferiority.

People are always like this, the more they lack something, the harder they try to show it.

But when Lu Xun came to Tianque Gate, he was full of ingratiating flattery.

The dwarf-like man lying on the ground muttered: “Lu Xun, you are the young elder of Demon Sect, your favor should be very valuable, right?”

He had made up his mind.

Once on the gambling table, one must learn to take big risks for small stakes!

Mo Beipo started cultivating, the blood inside his body was burning like fire.

His body was as short as a dwarf. There were many short people in the whole Tianque Gate, which was not a coincidence, nor was it natural for everyone.

And this was the trump card of Tianque Gate on the gambling table!

Mo Beipo screamed at the top of his lungs, blood and saliva were spat out:

“Burn my heart’s blood, burn my blood vessels!

“Summon the ancestor out of the mountain!!!”