Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 664 - 311 Ultimate Brawl_1

"What's going on?"

The sudden turn of events startled everyone.

The leader of the Nine Peaks Sect team, a middle-aged man named Han Shan, was highly experienced. His pupils constricted as he tensed up and sent a Divine Sense Transmission, "Form up! We're under attack!"

The dozen or so disciples immediately dispersed. Each held a Magical Treasure that emitted a faint glow, their energies linking together to form a small barrier. The light from the barrier drove back the surrounding darkness.

But the dense forest in the distance remained silent and grim. There was no sign of movement, only the pained groans of the Nine Peaks Sect disciple who had been attacked first.

Han Shan remained vigilant, his Divine Sense spreading out as he activated a palm-sized Ruyi hanging from his waist. Instantly, his perception was greatly enhanced. The night-shrouded mountain forest, for a thousand li in every direction, appeared clearly in his mind.

He immediately spotted a dark figure.

The figure fled rapidly, leaving his perception range in just a few breaths. Han Shan was certain this was the sneak attacker. However, the person was escaping too quickly and was protected by a Magical Treasure that interfered with his Divine Sense, preventing a clear identification. He could only vaguely make out a corner of the attacker's robe, which bore a familiar pattern.

A few more breaths passed. Han Shan confirmed there were no other threats in the vicinity. He finally let out a sigh of relief and hurried over to check on the injured disciple.

Although the disciple was severely injured, he could still be saved. After being fed two precious healing elixirs, he was able to speak.

"Did you see who it was?"

"I saw him... It was Zhong Hui from the Taiqing Sect!"

"Are you certain?"

"There's no mistake!" the injured disciple, Zhang Hao, insisted, his eyes filled with hatred. "That bastard has held a grudge against me over Senior Sister Liu for a long time! He's been looking for trouble with me again and again... And he used his signature technique, the Qingmiao True Sword!"

Everyone exchanged glances. They had all heard about the rivalry over Senior Sister Liu between Zhang Hao and the Taiqing Sect's Zhong Hui. Apparently, things had gotten ugly a few times. This story made sense.

Han Shan lifted a corner of Zhang Hao's robes to inspect the wound, which had already stopped bleeding. Traces of Sword Intent and Mana still lingered within. The lingering Sword Intent and Mana were indeed characteristic of the Qingmiao True Sword and the Taiqing Sect's Qingwei True Technique.

He then recalled the corner of the robe inadvertently revealed by the fleeing assailant. The pattern was unmistakably that of the Taiqing Sect's uniform.

It's almost certainly him!

"That bastard Zhong Hui. It's one thing to play petty tricks, but now he's resorting to deadly ambushes? Does he really think our Nine Peaks Sect is defenseless?" Han Shan frowned, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes. "Let's go," he said coldly. "They must answer for this!"

…

Fuming with rage, the group took to the sky, heading toward a specific location in the dark of night.

Although the mountain forest was vast, the major powers had already scouted it thoroughly before arriving. They all had a clear idea of which forces were located in which areas. As renowned great sects of the Yaoguang Domain with ancient lineages, such preparations were basic.

However, they were only halfway there when they encountered over a dozen powerful auras coming head-on. They rode a Treasure Boat wreathed in five-colored light, a grand and imposing sight. The man in the lead was clad in white, his face a mask of fury, his robes embroidered with layers of clouds in gold thread.

Who else could it be but the experts from the Taiqing Sect?

"So, the Nine Peaks Sect is as arrogant as they say! I was just on my way to find you, and you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep!" The Taiqing Sect's leader, Luo Bing, glared, making no attempt to hide his killing intent as it bore down on the group from the Nine Peaks Sect.

Han Shan raised an eyebrow. "We're the arrogant ones? Your Taiqing Sect disciple, Zhong Hui, attacked our camp and severely injured my man, yet you call us arrogant?"

"Attacked?" Luo Bing's brow furrowed, and he cursed, "You're full of shit! It was clearly your people who raided our camp and killed one of our disciples, and now you have the gall to blame us first?"

Han Shan's voice was frigid. "Utter nonsense! The disciples of our Nine Peaks Sect have always acted with integrity. Why would we commit such a filthy act? Stop your malicious slander!"

Luo Bing sneered, "Integrity? Of all the great sects in Yaoguang, yours is the filthiest and most disgusting. I saw it clearly when we fought for the Lengshan Mine Vein. From top to bottom, you're nothing but a bunch of rats who can't stand the light of day!"

The Nine Peaks Sect and the Taiqing Sect were neighbors, their territories bordering each other. Frictions were common. From the elders down to the disciples, they harbored a deep-seated hatred for one another. For the sake of the bigger picture, they had always suppressed it. But now, a seemingly insignificant event had lit the fuse. Their emotions were a volcano on the verge of eruption, about to become uncontrollable.

Luo Bing sensed that something was wrong, but his sworn enemy was right in front of him. Their opponent's insulting words ignited his fury, and all the pent-up emotions he had been suppressing burst forth.

"Preposterous! How dare you insult the honor of my Nine Peaks Sect!" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Pah! What honor? The Nine Peaks Sect's reputation isn't worth shit!"

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll never learn how vast heaven and earth truly are!"

"Who's afraid of who? You want a fight? You've got one!"

"Kill!"

A great battle erupted, quickly escalating to a fever pitch. The light of various Divine Skills and Magical Treasures poured out like a flood, rapidly spreading and banishing the night's darkness. Terrifying shockwaves spread ceaselessly. Below, mountain after mountain crumbled, and ancient trees were blasted into dust.

「Meanwhile, at the Black Heaven Sect's encampment!」

Two groups of experts were also in a standoff.

"Hand over the scum who molested my junior sister!"

"Nonsense! Your junior sister clearly seduced my junior brother!"

"Rubbish! Take a good look at yourselves! You Black Heaven Sect lot are a bunch of unpresentable lowlifes. My junior sister would sooner seduce a dog than any of you!"

"You're the unpresentable one! Your whole family is unpresentable!"

"I've been sick of you effeminate bastards for a long time! If you want to fight, then let's fight! Enough with the bullshit!"

"You think we're afraid of you?"

「Elsewhere, at the Sishen Pavilion's encampment.」

"You scum from the Wuchen Immortal Sect! Did you think you could get your hands on the Origin of Zhulong by ambushing us? Dream on!"

"It doesn't matter who ambushed whom anymore! My junior sister is dead. I no longer care who is right or wrong. Behold my Great Extinction Celestial Palm!"

…

Similar scenes were playing out continuously across the vast, endless mountain range.

That night, almost all the forces and ancient sects with designs on the Origin of Zhulong and Wang Xiu were fighting one another over matters both large and small. Some were one-on-one duels; others were chaotic brawls involving several sects. Saints clashed violently, and in the end, even the Earth Immortal masters joined the fray.

The commotion from the fighting rocked the entire mountain range. Countless lives were lost, and the very void was torn asunder. The participating forces all suffered devastating losses.

The fighting raged on until the first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness. An old man with white hair and a matching beard arrived on the scene, and only then did the battles finally cease.