After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

The seven men walked quickly and arrived at the entrance of Wuhumen Mountain in half an hour.

The Five Tigers Gate was built halfway up the mountain. The two wooden doors were open, and two disciples guarding the mountain were leaning against the door, yawning.

Seeing the seven strangely dressed men approaching, he immediately drew his knife and stood in front of them:

"Halt! Who goes there? How dare you trespass on my Five Tigers Gate!"

"Zhang Lei of the Xuanhuang Sect." Zhang Lei stepped forward and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"We've come to pay our respects and have something to discuss with your Sect Leader Zhou."

"Xuanhuang Sect?"

The two disciples guarding the mountain were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, having never heard of this sect before.

Just as he was about to start cursing, he felt a powerful aura pressing down on Zhang Lei.

The late-stage Houtian True Qi swept out, causing the leaves on the nearby trees to rustle. The two disciples' legs went weak and they almost knelt on the ground, unable to even hold their swords steady.

"Wait a minute! I'll go report to the sect leader right away!"

One of the disciples scrambled up the mountain, and within two minutes he saw a man in black, with a thick beard, carrying a large golden-backed sword come out.

Behind him were two elders dressed in gray robes, none other than Zhou Tong, the leader of the Five Tigers Sect.

The first thing Zhou Tong saw when he came out was Zhang Lei. He felt a slight tightness in his chest as he sensed the aura of perfected acquired skills emanating from Zhang Lei, but then he relaxed.

There's only one person at the Acquired Perfection stage, and I'm also at the Acquired Perfection stage. Plus, there are two elders at the mid-Acquired stage, and dozens of disciples in the sect. We can wear him down.

The remaining few are all in the mid-stage of the later stages and won't cause much trouble.

"Who do we have here? Turns out it's some nobody from a small sect we've never heard of before."

Zhou Tong slammed his broadsword into the ground, making a loud thud.

"What do you want with me? If you're here to pay a visitor's visit, leave your name card and get lost. The Five Tigers Sect doesn't accept idlers."

"Sect Leader Zhou, let's not beat around the bush." ​​Zhang Lei didn't waste any more words with him. He took out a silver ingot from his pocket and ordered someone to bring out three fire wolves.

"My brother and I were separated from our family and were invited back by your esteemed family. We won't cause any trouble. Here are five hundred taels of silver, plus three first-tier fire wolves."

Consider this compensation for the tea. We humbly request that Master Zhou release the person; we'll be leaving immediately.

Zhou Tong stared at the three fire wolf pelts, his eyes lighting up. He was about to speak when he suddenly realized something.

Lonely? Strangely dressed? Isn't this the extraterrestrial demon that the imperial court has ordered to be captured?

"Alright! So it's you demons!" Zhou Tong instantly raised his broadsword, pointing the tip at Zhang Lei, a sinister smile on his face.

"I was just worried about not having any innate methods, and you've delivered them right to my door!"

"You choose the path to heaven but refuse to take it, while barging into the gates of hell when there are none!"

As he spoke, he subtly gave a wink to the junior disciple standing behind him, who understood and quietly retreated.

They prepared to go around to the back of the mountain and fire a signal flare to call for help from nearby soldiers and sect members.

Let's all attack together then, none of these evil spirits will escape, and we'll share the reward.

But he had only taken two steps back when Zhou Ming saw him.

"Let's do it!"

With a roar, Zhou Ming pushed off the ground and rose into the air, instantly unleashing the aura of a perfected Acquired Realm cultivator.

His aura was even stronger than Zhang Lei's, and his right hand was held with fingers like a knife.

A blade of true energy, half a meter long, slashed directly at the fleeing junior disciple, moving with the speed of a cannonball.

Zhou Tong's expression changed instantly.

Damn it, there's even a "perfect ending" one!

"You're courting death!" Zhou Tong was also enraged. He frantically circulated his internal energy and shouted, "Golden Bell Shield!"

Golden true energy surged from his body, condensing into a golden bell about half the height of a person outside his body.

It enveloped him completely, with ancient patterns flowing across the surface of the clock.

It was because he had practiced external martial arts for twenty years that he could withstand attacks from later stages of training without any problem.

"when!"

Zhou Ming's true qi blade struck the golden bell, producing a deafening roar. The golden bell swayed but didn't shatter; it was merely left with a white mark.

"What a hard shell!" Zhang Lei laughed, and with a push of his foot, he stepped into the air and clasped his hands together.

A dragon's roar resounded from his palm, and a pale yellow dragon-shaped true energy, half a zhang long, shot out from his palm.

This is the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms created by the players themselves. The palm wind howls, carrying the power of an exploding cannonball, and slams hard onto the front of the golden bell.

"Watch me, the dragon soaring too high, regret it!"

"boom!"

The palm strike caused the entire golden bell to tremble violently, and the pebbles on the ground were whipped up by the force of the palm strike.

The impact caused the surrounding trees to shed leaves with a rustling sound. Zhou Tong groaned inside the golden bell, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He hadn't expected the two demons' palm strikes to be so powerful, even stronger than those of a typical post-natal perfection cultivator.

"Five Tigers Severing the Gate with Their Blades!"

Zhou Tong roared, and a crack appeared on the golden bell, from which his golden-backed broadsword cleaved out.

The wind from the blade carried the roar of a tiger, and five blade energies rushed straight towards Zhang Lei's face.

Zhang Lei dodged to the side, and the blade's energy struck the rock behind him, shattering the half-person-high rock into pieces.

As the sect leaders began fighting, two elders from the Five Tigers Sect led dozens of disciples to charge forward, shouting, "Kill the demons and claim the reward!"

The five players who came with Zhang Lei were not intimidated. They immediately took off the crossbows from their backs and applied their true energy to them.

With a whoosh, a volley of arrows rained down, and the dozen or so disciples at the forefront were shot down to the ground.

The remaining people were stunned for a moment, and before they could react, the five players had already drawn their short knives and rushed forward to fight them.

Players are not afraid of dying at all. If they are slashed, they will stab their opponent back. After falling to the ground and catching their breath, they will get up and continue fighting.

The disciples of the Five Tigers Sect had never seen such a fighting style before, and they were so frightened that they retreated step by step. The two elders were cut down to the ground in less than ten minutes.

Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming had been exchanging blows around Jin Zhong for almost twenty moves, one in front of the other.

The palm strikes relentlessly against the golden bell like cannonballs, causing the cracks on the bell to multiply and become increasingly dense.

"Break it!"

Zhang Lei struck the thinnest part of the Golden Bell with another palm strike, while Zhou Ming simultaneously struck the side with an Iron Sand palm strike.

With a crisp "crack", the golden Qi Bell shattered into countless points of light.

Zhou Tong spat out a mouthful of blood, and his broadsword flew out of his hand.

He fell to the ground like a broken sack, his chest caved in, and it was clear he wouldn't survive.

He lay on the ground, spitting blood, his eyes fixed on Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming, roaring hoarsely:

"You extraterrestrial demons! The imperial court will send troops to slaughter you all sooner or later! You killed my disciples and destroyed my sect..."

I'm not reconciled! I'm so unwilling to accept this!

A new player who had just joined the game followed him. Seeing Zhou Tong coughing up blood, he could barely hold his knife and muttered to himself:

"Actually... what he said makes some sense... should we really...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a veteran player next to him slapped him on the back of the head, almost making him stumble.

"Nonsense! Those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts!"

They kidnapped our brother first, and you still pity him? If you pity him, who pities our kidnapped brothers?

The new player scratched his head and remained silent.

The group rushed into the cell and rescued the two bound players.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard a sharp "whoosh" from the back mountain, and a red signal flare flew into the sky and exploded in mid-air, as red as blood.

That junior disciple actually survived the attack and managed to escape to the back of the mountain amidst the chaos, where he launched a signal flare.

Zhang Lei frowned but didn't chase after them.

The signal flare has already been fired, so there's no point in chasing. Let's loot first, take everything we can, and then head back to the sect.

Several men carried their wounded brother, took some etymological sources from the Five Tigers Sect's warehouse, and hurried towards the sect.

The red signal flare was seen by sects within a dozen miles.

The Five Tigers Sect was destroyed by strange and evil people.

The news spread like wildfire, along the mountain roads to various sects, county towns, and the capital.