Qian Jian's face bore a dark palm print.
This slap, apart from its loud sound, did not harm him in the slightest.
However, while the damage was minimal, the insult was profound.
This was because the one who had slapped him was a drooling simpleton.
Er Lengzi rubbed his sore wrist and said, "It seems your brain is missing a screw. In my entire life, I've never heard such a despicable request. But your skin is truly thick; it hurt my hand to slap you."
This display stunned the few people present.
"Killing with a poisoned heart?! Ignorance is bliss, indeed. The truly clueless are the natural counter to the arrogant. This Er Lengzi is definitely a talent!"
Ji Mo exclaimed, his gaze shifting over, full of admiration.
Qian Jian's anger flared, his body trembling. His pupils instantly filled with blood, like a beast ready to devour.
He, Qian Jian, was an outer sect elder of the Heavenly Origin Sect, a person of status. Now, not only was he publicly slapped by an idiot, but he was also verbally humiliated.
This was the epitome of shame, a disgrace to his ancestors and himself.
There were hundreds of disciples of the Heavenly Origin Sect on the flying boat, and many beings were secretly watching from the surroundings. This incident would surely spread quickly. How could he show his face in the future?
Qian Jian gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with fierce anger. He swore to kill the idiot before him with the most brutal means, then flatten the Void Sword Sect, leaving no one alive.
"If you have the guts, hit me again."
He glared ferociously at Er Lengzi, his terrifying killing intent surging into Er Lengzi's consciousness like a tidal wave, intending to scare Er Lengzi into becoming a true imbecile.
However.
Er Lengzi did not flinch. Without a word, he raised his palm again.
Qian Jian was somewhat surprised. Was this fellow truly an idiot? Why was he completely unaffected by his killing intent?
Since that was the case, he would simply kill him.
Just as he was about to strike and kill Er Lengzi, his body suddenly stiffened, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Qian Jian vaguely felt an incredibly terrifying gaze fixed upon him. He felt like an ant being stared at by a dragon. The dreadful pressure made him cold all over, his immortal energy reversed, and his meridians could not bear it, seemingly about to shatter.
At this moment, he could not use any immortal energy, and he even suffered a not-insignificant internal injury because of it.
"Oh dear, why are your eyeballs bulging so much? I, Er Lengzi, am not easily scared. Do you think I'm afraid of you? Watch me beat you to death."
Er Lengzi clenched his palm into a fist and smashed it fiercely towards Qian Jian's eye socket.
Those watching in secret were all stunned.
What was going on?
Qian Jian was slapped by a simpleton youth from the Void Sword Sect, and then beaten like a father beating his son, completely unable to resist. His head was beaten into a pig's head, and he was even spitting blood continuously. It was a tragic sight.
As the saying goes, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. The Void Sword Sect still possessed unknown reserves, causing Qian Jian to stumble.
Originally, many people had planned to kick them while they were down and take advantage when the Heavenly Origin Sect attacked the Void Sword Sect.
Seeing this situation, they had to reconsider their plans, deciding it was best not to provoke the Void Sword Sect lightly.
"The more he blustered, the more miserably he was beaten. This Qian Jian is actually a coward, a waste of a fierce and menacing face."
Ji Mo retracted his gaze, unwilling to get involved in the sect's conflict, and began walking down the mountain.
Judging by the situation, the Void Sword Sect and the Heavenly Origin Sect would clash sooner or later, and he didn't want to be implicated.
Qian Jian felt the oppressive force on his body suddenly disappear, and his body regained its mobility. Terrified, he scrambled away from Er Lengzi's clutches and fled back to the flying boat in mid-air, ordering a hasty retreat.
Sima Hongfeng, witnessing this scene, dared not even breathe, his heart in his throat. Such a beating of Qian Jian, if it enraged the other party, could lead to the destruction of their sect today.
"Lengzi, you were too impulsive. You scared me to death. The sect was almost destroyed by you."
Sima Hongfeng wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Er Lengzi, however, said dismissively, "Sect Master, what are you talking about? With Ancestor Kongxu guarding us, why should we fear them? If this fellow hadn't run fast, I would have broken all three of his legs. To act so arrogant in front of our ancestor, isn't that like lighting a lamp in a latrine, seeking death?"
"You mean Ancestor Kongxu made a move? But I didn't see him do anything."
Sima Hongfeng was completely confused. He had been paying attention to Ji Mo the entire time and hadn't seen any signs of him making a move. He hadn't used even a shred of immortal energy from beginning to end.
Er Lengzi said with a serious expression, "Sect Master, your insight is too shallow. Ancestor Kongxu crawled out of a grave; he must have used unfathomable and treacherous means."
Sima Hongfeng was so exasperated he couldn't speak. You little brat, are you the sect master or am I? What kind of attitude is this?
No, how did this Er Lengzi suddenly become so clever, his mind so agile?
Er Lengzi suddenly spoke, "Oh dear, Ancestor Kongxu has run off again. Sect Master, it must be because you were too cowardly just now and didn't dare to confront the Heavenly Origin Sect head-on. The ancestor, disappointed by your lack of progress, is heartbroken by your unfilial behavior as a descendant and has run off in anger."
"Confront head-on?"
Sima Hongfeng was so angry he wanted to discipline Er Lengzi properly. The difference in strength between the two sides was a whole major realm; confronting them directly would be like an egg hitting a rock.
Is this kid trying to kill me so he can take over as sect master?
"You say it so eloquently, why don't you go confront them if you're so capable?"
He slapped Er Lengzi on the back of the head and then quickly went to catch up with Ji Mo.
Soon, the two of them caught up with Ji Mo.
For some reason, Ji Mo suddenly stopped, staring in astonishment at a large green stone by the roadside, his face filled with disbelief.
"Riding the sword on the wind, roaming between heaven and earth!"
On the bluestone, two lines of hastily written poetry were carved. They were clearly ancient, and the characters were almost completely eroded by time.
"This is cursive script!"
Ji Mo gently stroked the characters, which were like iron strokes and silver hooks, his heart churning with immense waves.
The poem was very familiar, and the calligraphy had the charm of cursive script. The combination of the two gave Ji Mo a bold idea.
"Who left this poem?"
Ji Mo quickly asked Sima Hongfeng, who was chasing after him.
Sima Hongfeng replied respectfully, "Ancestor Kongxu, have you forgotten? This poem came from your hand. Even after the passage of long years, your residual sword intent from your prime remains in the lines. It's a pity that your descendants are incompetent; no one has been able to comprehend your invincible sword techniques for tens of thousands of years."
Could it be that the Great Immortal Kongxu, like me, was also a transmigrator?
Ji Mo's mood was turbulent, and he felt he had to figure out what was going on.
He eagerly asked, "Um, did Great Immortal Kongxu leave behind anything else? Can you show me?"
Sima Hongfeng replied with shame, "Ancestor, the worldly possessions you left behind, those immortal artifacts and treasures, were all squandered by your unfilial descendants. Now, only a few broken items remain. I'll take you to see them."
Ji Mo, with a nervous heart, followed Sima Hongfeng away.
Er Lengzi, however, stood by the bluestone like he was possessed.
He recalled Ji Mo's previous actions, extending his finger along the strokes of the poem, and vaguely felt something new appearing in his mind.
Qian Jian, who had been fleeing in his flying boat, felt increasingly uneasy. If the Void Sword Sect truly possessed the power to kill him, they wouldn't have let him escape, especially since they were mortal enemies.
Therefore, based on this deduction, he might have been overly frightened and fallen for a trick of feigned might.
"Return, go back and flatten the Void Sword Sect, leave no one alive."
Qian Jian immediately chose to turn back, intending to bloodbath the Void Sword Sect and regain his honor.