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Just as Chu Ling's words fell, the one-armed old man and the rest were instantly enraged, especially Lei Yi who had his bottom line exposed by Chu Ling, the one-armed old man and the others' killing intent skyrocketed in an instant!

Originally, they were wary of those elders from the sects who were old and with Chu Han as their leader, as well as Chu Ling's innate skill that did not seem like a waste of Spiritual Vein at all. Therefore, they did not want to offend him too much, and only wanted Chu Ling to stay here, and fulfill Xu Qing's request.

What they did not expect was that Chu Ling would directly expose their shamelessness, causing their originally haughty seniors to immediately fall apart. They no longer cared about those scruples in their hearts.

In any case, the Third Elder and the others had already lost their power, and Chu Ling's Inherent Skill was even simpler, he had directly crippled them, so there was no need to be overly afraid.

"Impudent! Chu Ling, you have quite the guts to actually dare to cause trouble for the elders of our sect. Originally, I only wanted you to stay here for a day, but now I've changed my mind."

"Today, I will teach you a lesson. I will let you know what it means to be respectful to you!"

The one-armed old man had just finished speaking, the people who were already dissatisfied with Chu Ling all took out their spirit artifacts, and started circulating the Spiritual Energy around their bodies, waiting for the single armed old man to give the order, and were about to attack like lightning.

When Chu Ling saw the crowd rubbing their hands together, not only did he not show any intention of backing down, he even poured all of the Spiritual Energy around him into the Illusory Spirit Invisible Sword, and his expression became even more resolute.

Chu Ling knew that even if he had to humble himself and plead with the people in front of him, the people in front of him would definitely not let him go today. Therefore, they wanted to go over here and retrieve the Hundred Sect Order s, in order to regain the dignity that they had lost.

Then today, the only option left was to fight!

"Giddy up!"

Chu Ling stared straight ahead, he shook the reins in his hand fiercely, and in that instant, the Scaled Horned Horse that was already anxious suddenly rushed forward.

"Bastard, you dare!"

"Brat, you're courting death!"

"Insolent!"

When the one-armed old man and the others saw this, they roared. In an instant, the colorful Spiritual Energy appeared in their hands and they were about to smash it onto the carriage.

Chu Ling knew that although the elders and deacons were old and frail, their cultivation had dropped severely, and some of them were even disabled!

He might be able to fight one of them, but he was definitely not a match for the group in front of him.

But Chu Ling did not have any plans to retreat, only a determined look in his eyes, and the strength in his hands increased as he waved the reins.

Boom!

At that time, the Spiritual Energy s that filled the sky were flying and the swords were coming towards the carriage. Their power was so strong that it was hard to stop them.

At that time, whether it was the one-armed old man, Little Fatty Lu Xun, or even Chu Ling, they all knew that the carriage would definitely be torn to shreds by the boundless Spiritual Energy s in the very next moment!

"Three Swords Breaking River!"

The moment Chu Ling released the third form of the Guiyuan seven swords, a sky-splitting greatsword gathered above Chu Ling's head, and following that, the illusory spirit sword in his hand chopped towards the one-armed old man and the others, as if he wanted to cleave everyone in front of him like a river.

Boom!

An earth-shattering sound exploded in the arena!

At that time, even though the gigantic sword above Chu Ling's head was filled with a cold sword intent, his cultivation was still limited. In just an instant, the imposing gigantic sword was engulfed by the wave in front of him, leaving no traces behind.

The one-armed old man waved his hand to signal for the people behind him to stop. Then, he arrogantly yelled out loud, as if he had returned to ten years ago.

"Haha, Chu Ling, with just you alone, you dare to fight against all of us? You are simply courting death! I will give you a chance now, kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Don't even think about it!"

A cold light shot out of Chu Ling's eyes, he forcefully suppressed the backlash from the previous sword strike, and struggled to raise the sword, wanting to slash out again, but he felt like he still had more than he could chew.

Before he made his move, he had already made up his mind not to let Chu Ling off. He sneered and said: "Since you are not convinced, then I will cut off one of your arms first before crippling your cultivation. I want to see if you can cultivate anew this time!"

The one-armed old man said, he instantly raised his blade with one arm and jumped towards Chu Ling, his target was Chu Ling's right arm.

Seeing that, Chu Ling immediately raised his sword to block, but he, who was originally weaker than the one-armed old man, could not react in time after being injured, and was unable to keep up with the blade's speed.

As for the one-armed old man, he could not help but smile as he looked at Chu Ling's laughable defense.

However, his smile did not last long.

At that time, a shadow flashed before everyone's eyes, and then the one-armed old man's body seemed to smash into a steel wall, but he suddenly stopped in midair.

When everyone looked over, they saw a white-browed, hunchbacked old man standing in front of Chu Ling. His shriveled up hands were like iron pincers that tightly grabbed onto the one-armed old man's neck, and held him up in the air.

"With just you? Ouyang Zhang, you dare to say you can break my disciple's arm, and cripple his cultivation? " The old man said calmly.

When everyone recognized that the old man in front of them was the current Third Elder Zhang Jinsong, who was also Chu Ling's Grand Master, their pupils constricted and their hearts surged with endless waves that overflowed into the heavens.

Even though many of them were Guiyuan Sect elders like Zhang Jinsong in the past, there were many differences between elders and elders. Elders like them were not even worthy of being called within the Third Elder's group. After all, they were not even worthy of being called elders.

Although, in these few years, they had long heard that Zhang Jinsong's strength had dropped out of the Dragon Transformantion Stage, as for them, their strength had never entered the Dragon Transformantion Stage before.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have come here to stop Chu Ling just because of some of his Spiritual Stone.

It could be said that even if all of them combined forces, they would still not be a match for Zhang Jinsong. This was also the reason why they did not want to attack Chu Ling earlier.

"Sigh!" "You guys are still too impatient. Although my cultivation has regressed, I am still alive!"

"How could anyone casually touch my disciple? Since you dare to, then you have to pay the price."

"Since your punishment is the loss of an arm, I shall let it be!" Zhang Jinsong said indifferently.

Afterwards, the one-armed old man did not care about the sound of the old man desperately begging for forgiveness. He grabbed the long blade in the old man's hand and cleanly cut off the remaining arm.

Ah!

Zhang Jinsong did not pay attention to the one-armed old man's screams. Instead, he threw him at the feet of the clan elders who were looking at each other with dismay as if he were a useless log of dead wood. He then asked in a deep voice, "Which one of you still wants to stop my disciple?"

When everyone heard this, they lowered their heads in silence. After all, no one was an idiot if they could survive. Everyone knew that if they came out to object, their outcome would not be better than the one-armed old man.

"Who else dares to stop me?"

Third Elder Zhang Jinsong asked three times in a row, and only when everyone had scattered to the two sides did Zhang Jinsong turn around and speak to Chu Ling: "Go, Hundred Sect Order is something that your father exchanged with his life, it cannot fall into someone else's hands. Since the path of the sect is now off track, we cannot let it continue to stray!"

After Chu Ling heard this, he nodded his head heavily, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled to Zhang Jinsong. He knew that he did not have much time left, so he bowed and took his leave.

But just at that moment, the one-armed old man who had finally stopped screaming suddenly laughed out loud.

His eyes were cold and his pale face was filled with mockery.

"Hahahaha, do you think that just because you cut off my arm and we made way, you, Chu Ling, can make it to the trial?"

"Then I will tell you, you won't be able to make it in time, haha, before I left the sect, the Elders Council had already decided to prematurely conduct the True Disciple Promotion Trial. If my guess is correct, it is most likely that we have already begun!"

"Damn it!" Chu Ling shouted in fury. He could not bother to vent his anger at the one-armed old man who was laughing maniacally at him, he cut off the ropes on the horse carriage and rushed back to his Guiyuan Sect. The killing intent around his body seemed to have condensed into reality.

Chu Ling never thought that not only would Xu Qing cause the one-armed old man and the others to come here and stop him, he would even make the sect begin the cultivation training in advance, which was truly abominable!