Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 380 - 217: You Dare to Point and Shout? _2

Mockery, sneers, lingering spirits...

The malice within Perception grew stronger, but soon, a wave of sorrow and grief dispersed these feelings.

"All disciples, heed my command!"

"For the ancestor, we shall see him off!!"

A loud roar echoed inside the hall as one by one, black-clad disciples emerged and lined up on both sides.

Some lifted the coffin, while others carried yellow and white flowers to lead the way.

Tan Long and several True Intent Sect leaders and elders, all with somber and mournful expressions, held black-and-white photographs and exited the hall, heading towards the rear mountain.

"Every generation of Lion Heart Sect elders and grandmasters is buried in the rear mountain."

The Giant Elephant Master sighed and said, his emotions involuntarily sinking a little.

As a grandmaster, even if acquaintances are limited, one cannot help but feel a fox sorrow over a dead rabbit.

For a moment, everyone was silent, and finally, they followed the vast group of black-clad disciples and the black wooden coffin, walking along the path through the Maple Forest towards the higher rear mountain.

Boom!!

Suddenly, there was loud thunder.

The sky was dark with heavy clouds, and flashes of lightning appeared.

"It’s going to rain."

"The heavens are not accommodating."

"No, why not say that even the heavens are seeing off Master Xie?"

Low whispers quietly sounded, and the pattering sound of rain followed closely.

The maple leaves from the trees on both sides were knocked down by the rain, creating a dense pattern of small dots on the gray stone steps.

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A black umbrella opened, and Zhao Tingxiao stood behind Chen Feng, holding the umbrella for him.

Other grandmasters and Zhao Meng, including some merchants and politicians who were also seeing them off, had similar actions.

Hundreds, if not thousands, crowded up the mountain, looking like a black torrent from above.

Black umbrellas opened one after another, but the Lion Heart Sect disciples carrying the coffin, and people like Tan Long, had their hair and clothes gradually soaked by the rain, remaining silent, only lowering their heads and stepping forward.

Tap tap!

It was at this moment.

Unusual footsteps sounded.

The rear mountain, which was supposed to be empty, unexpectedly had dozens of figures.

They wore different clothes, both casual and long robes, old, middle-aged, and young, and some even carried swords, clearly coming with ill intentions.

"Tan Long, if you want to escort your master up the mountain, you have to get past me first."

An old man with gray hair at the True Intent Level said viciously, holding a black Tang sword, blocking the path.

The crowd was taken aback, and the originally advancing procession suddenly halted.

"It’s the Night Blade Sect people, who once produced a grandmaster, but later harbored grudges with Master Xie, were seriously injured, reduced their lifespan, and passed away ten years early."

"They haven’t even appeared in the Martial Arts Tournament, I thought they had already declined and disappeared."

"Alas...."

Amidst various discussions, the Giant Elephant Master offered an explanation.

Chen Feng remained expressionless, while Zhou Wuren and Zhao Meng frowned slightly.

"Tan Long, retribution from the heavens, your Lion Heart Sect also has its day."

"You can go up the mountain, just kneel down to the north on the spot and kowtow three times for my master, and I’ll let you pass."

Another True Intent Master stepped forward, a middle-aged man with a cold and hard expression, evidently taking the path of Hard Skills.

"It’s the Giant Stone Sect, a school once as famous as the Giant Elephant Sect."

"I heard the Giant Elephant Master still owed a favor, borrowing the Giant Stone Sect’s True Skill to break through to the grandmaster level...."

Discussion rose again, causing the Giant Elephant Master’s intended intervention to falter, ultimately forcing him to retreat.

"Tan Long, your master killed my master back then."

"It’s been forty years, I didn’t dare seek revenge, but now he’s dead, this debt should also be settled by you."

An elderly woman in a green robe carrying a sword stepped forward, seemingly in her fifties, followed by a True Intent Level man and woman.

"It’s the people from Sky Flow Sword, that must be the last disciple of the late Sky Sword Master."

"Forty years, outliving countless generations, never showing up in the Martial Arts Tournament, and yet now they appear."

"I heard that a grandmaster from the Whale Body Covering Sea School was once saved by the Sky Flow Sword people in his youth....."

Some renowned figures from the Martial Arts World were also in the procession, perhaps not highly acclaimed in terms of realm, but their insights ran deep, knowing many past grudges clearly.

Without speaking, Zhou Wuren merely glanced at the somewhat helpless Whale Flow Master who had halted his steps.

"That person, is me."

After speaking, five or six more people from different schools gradually appeared on the stone step path leading to the rear mountain.

Each had a True Intent Level master overseeing them, and one even hailed from the Northern Martial Arts World, drawing Zhou Wuren’s face into a gloomy shade.

"Damn it."

He cursed, intending to step forward to drive the person away.

But soon.

"Mr. Zhou, do you still remember me."

From the obstructing crowd, stepped out a person with snow-white hair, emaciated like withered wood.

Wearing a gray robe, supported by others.

Aura resembling a grandmaster, but not entirely, as if teetering on the edge of falling from this realm at any moment.

In an instant, Zhou Wuren’s expression stiffened, eyes widening.

"Mr. Xu, you...."

"I never sought a favor from you, just one word today."

The other clasped his hands together in salute, saying, "Do not interfere, alright?"

As the words fell, countless gazes turned, resting on Chen Feng’s group.

They all knew this was the backbone that could determine whether the Lion Heart Sect passed the calamity safely today.

But unexpectedly....

"Master Zhou?"

Zhao Meng asked with a frown.

The Giant Elephant Master and others were also curious, as Zhou Wuren had displayed an unyielding attitude before.

"I never imagined that he also held a grudge against Master Xie."

"That’s Master Xu of the Northern Martial Arts World, he once stepped in for me, leaving behind serious injuries, nearly falling from the grandmaster realm."

Zhou Wuren’s face was complex as he spoke.

Everyone understood, but he seemed somewhat unwilling.

"Mr. Xu, I owe you a debt of gratitude I can never repay, but Old Xie truly is my friend, could you please be lenient today?"

Looking over, the elderly man with white hair shook his head.

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