Leng Rufeng was already lying in a pool of blood and his blue sword robe was torn to pieces. The blue robe was covered in blood, but even with so many wounds, Leng Rufeng stubbornly gritted his teeth. He endured the pain in silence, his forehead covered in cold sweat. His face had become distorted from the pain.

Zhao Jiuge looked at Zhang Pingquan’s happy smile and knew exactly what had happened. Leng Rufeng was already struggling against two, how could he deal with five? It would be strange for him not to be beaten like this. The three strangers were probably Chen Jie, who Zhang Pingquan had spoken of earlier.

“People of the Mysterious Strange Peak, your father will give you a good beating!” Zhao Jiuge let out a hysterical roar. His heart was filled with anger while he rushed toward Ling Longbiao.

After dealing with three disciples from the Mysterious Strange Peak, there were still nine left. Zhao Jiuge wanted to beat those Mysterious Strange Peak disciples half to death, but he had to...