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The old man was none other than Guo Zhenxia, the Kongtong Sect's leader who was in seclusion. He had been forced out of his retreat after hearing the Kongtong Sect's transmission and rushed here with all possible speed. However, he didn't expect to still be a step late. The tragic scene that filled the ground caused even the usually calm Guo Zhenxia to feel rage in his heart. As one of the martial world's iconic seven major sects, the Kongtong Sect was highly respected, enjoying unparalleled prestige in both the martial world and the secular world. They had never suffered such humiliation.

With a "smack!", Guo Zhenxia, in his fury, shattered the stone lion beside him with a single palm strike.

"Sect Leader?" The Kongtong Sect's four great elders approached him with gloomy expressions, heads lowered in shame.

"What happened here?" Guo Zhenxia's gaze, sharp as lightning, fell upon the people before him, his voice filled with unparalleled anger.

The four great elders exchanged glances, seemingly unsure of what to say. After a long while, one of the elders recounted the events to Guo Zhenxia.

"You few sixth-stage martial artists couldn't even stop a mere youngster? You're only getting worse! You've utterly disgraced the Kongtong Sect!" Guo Zhenxia said to the four great elders before him with a cold smile.

Although the four Kongtong Sect elders were highly regarded by others, they didn't dare to even think of refuting the strongest expert in the history of the Kongtong Sect. They simply lowered their heads like obedient children, listening to their senior brother's reprimands.

Immediately, Guo Zhenxia's face darkened as he said to the four elders before him, "Send a message to the leaders of the other six major sects. This time, the Kongtong Sect has completely lost face. We will not rest until we avenge this humiliation!"

The four elders, seeing Guo Zhenxia's murderous aura, felt a chill in their hearts and quickly replied, "Yes!"

Somewhere within Mount Kongtong...

With a "smack!", Yu Wanxiong's body crashed down like a cannonball, landing on the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Yu Wanxiong struggled to his feet and looked at Zhang Yuze, whose face was gloomy. He appeared panicked and retreated several steps.

With a "click!", Zhang Yuze lit a cigarette with a match, took a deep drag, and then looked at Yu Wanxiong with a half-smile, saying lightly, "Now, can you hand over the antidote?"

Yu Wanxiong took another step back, looking at Zhang Yuze's cruel expression. He turned his head, seemingly wanting to run.

"Want to run? You can try. But if you can't escape, you might get to enjoy many flavors you wouldn't have otherwise," Zhang Yuze said, blowing out a smoke ring and looking at Yu Wanxiong.

Hearing Zhang Yuze's words, Yu Wanxiong's body trembled. He turned back and said to Zhang Yuze in a trembling voice, "If... if I give you the antidote, will you really let me go?"

Zhang Yuze looked at Yu Wanxiong deeply, weighed the cigarette in his hand, flicked off the ash, and then smiled faintly, saying, "Of course. We didn't have any major grudges to begin with." However, Zhang Yuze's smile had a malicious undertone, causing Yu Wanxiong's body to tremble uncontrollably.