Chapter 1261: Humiliation in the Blood Robe

Appearing at the main hall of Jinxiu Heshan, Meng Yun didn’t hesitate to eliminate hundreds of Jinxiu Heshan disciples outside the hall. A loose, bright red robe slowly covered the Stone Qilin’s head.
Boom… Boom… Boom…
With heavy noises, the thousand-jin-weight Stone Qilin moved steadily. It slowly moved from the left side of the hall’s entrance to the center, stopping precisely when its head faced the middle of the entrance.
Swing!
With a wave of its wide red sleeves, Meng Yun’s face—bearing both authority and a strikingly alluring charm—appeared before the sea of Jinxiu Heshan disciples in the hall’s courtyard.
Upon encountering the group of top experts leading Jinxiu Heshan, his pupils contracted slightly, and a cold glint flashed deep in his eyes.
Seeing Meng Yun, Ji Feng, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, stood inside the hall. His gaze turned grave as he let out a slow, cold snort:
“Hmph! I wondered who was causing trouble—turns out it’s Master Meng.” As he spoke, his gaze swept over Meng Yun’s eye-catching red robe, then over the silver needles scattered among the corpses outside the hall, making his expression even more solemn.
Dong Fang Bu Bai’s Sunflower Secret Manual!
It was unexpected that this once-powerful first-rank hall master could still receive such great fortune at such a time.
Glancing at the dense crowd of foreign experts outside, many with hostile looks and varied attire, Ji Feng realized that the Happy Gate’s master’s decision to have him stay to guard the hall wasn’t unfounded.
These people must be elite fighters gathered by the Wild Wolf Organization from various places—strong enough to pose a significant threat to Jinxiu Heshan if they joined forces with Meng Yun.
But…
Jinxiu Heshan’s foundation was now extremely solid; it couldn’t be shaken by just a small group of people. Unfazed, he stepped toward the entrance:
“Master Meng Yun bringing people to block the entrance in broad daylight… I wonder what his intentions are.”
Following Ji Feng were also the Four Silver Foxes…
The Four Silver Foxes had already been informed in advance by Bai Xiaosheng about Meng Yun’s departure from the capital. Seeing the situation at the hall’s entrance and realizing Meng Yun’s greatly enhanced strength, they didn’t dare underestimate him. Drawing their swords, they formed a formation to protect Ji Feng at the center!
Meng Yun didn’t even glance at the Four Silver Foxes. His gaze flickered over Ji Feng before he spoke in a casual tone:
“I didn’t expect Ji Feng, the deputy head of Jinxiu Heshan, to still remember me, a once-powerful first-rank hall master.”
Meng Yun’s words carried a hint of sigh, mockery, and nostalgia, along with a subtle hint of gritted teeth.
No wonder Meng Yun felt such emotions…

Once upon a time, Yipin Tang had nearly two million members, its influence spreading across the Central Plains. The twelve major gang factions it secretly supported seemingly held most of the resources in the region in their hands. What a glorious era! When the leader of Yipin Tang stamped his foot, the entire Central Plains would tremble three times.

And Ji Feng… was just the leader of a first-rate city gang, a minor figure who had to force smiles when encountering him…

But now!

Yipin Tang had been utterly destroyed by Jinxiu Heshan, its reputation ruined, its million-strong army reduced to just 100,000! Even after fleeing to a foreign land, they couldn’t settle down completely. The once-great leader of Yipin Tang didn’t even dare approach the city gates, spending his days locked up in taverns or the prison of a faction he had secretly supported, living in utter darkness.

But what about Ji Feng?

Once a mere ant-like existence nearly crushed by Yipin Tang, he had now become the deputy leader of Jinxiu Heshan, the most powerful force in the Central Plains. He stood above everyone else, with countless gangs flattering and courting him.

During this reversal of roles, Ji Feng had sent troops to hunt down the remaining members of Yipin Tang. Meng Yun remembered all of this clearly, keeping every detail in mind.

“I thought Deputy Leader Ji had long forgotten me, this failed man.”

Meng Yun stood up slowly from atop the stone qilin, looking down coldly at Ji Feng, who stood beneath the four characters “Jinxiu Heshan.”

Hearing the firm murderous intent in Meng Yun’s voice, Ji Feng showed no sign of fear. Instead, he laughed heartily and retorted, “Deputy Leader Meng, you’re wrong. Yipin Tang hasn’t been completely destroyed yet. How could I possibly forget? If one day I manage to wipe out Yipin Tang, out of old loyalty, I will surely inscribe Yipin Tang’s name and Deputy Leader Meng’s name on Jinxiu Heshan’s monument as a warning to our leader—Leader Kexin!”

His blatant mockery and attacks immediately enraged the remaining members of Yipin Tang outside Jinxiu Heshan’s main hall.

Just then, a roar like thunder split the sky: “Dare you! Ji Feng, die!”

Outside, a blood-red figure flashed to the entrance of the main hall.

Ji Feng, Yin Hu, and the others watched closely and recognized him as the old acquaintance who had always stood at the foot of the steps—Bloodclothes, now back in his role as deputy leader of Yipin Tang.

His sleeves were torn, his veins bulging, radiating wild arrogance. With his fingers spread wide, he lunged at Ji Feng, who was unarmed on the steps.

Boom!!!

At the same time, the stone qilin at the entrance suddenly shattered without any warning, breaking into countless sharp fragments that rushed toward Jinxiu Heshan’s main gate!

Ji Feng was shocked.
Bloodclothes truly lived up to his reputation as the former leader of the Blood Alliance and one of the most formidable warriors in the Central Plains. His first move was nothing short of astonishing, his momentum by no means inferior to that of Whirlwind Li, who had shown great skill in the sect competition at Jinxiu Heshan. It seemed that during his over month-long escape, he hadn’t only maintained his skills but had even improved significantly.
However…
With Silver Fox and the others guarding him, Ji Feng wasn’t worried at all. He calmly faced Bloodclothes and the swirling debris charging toward him.
Ji Feng remained motionless…
But Silver Fox and the three others didn’t dare delay and drew their swords simultaneously.
Clang!
Clang clang clang!!!
The four of them drew their swords in perfect unison. The clear and melodious sound of their swords was like the sound of four springs, forcefully cutting through Bloodclothes’ overwhelming force to create a sense of peace.
Their energies merged!
An invisible barrier emerged from the swords in their hands.
Vroom!!!
The sounds of the swords resonated layer upon layer, like gentle yet firm ripples, pushing forward in succession…
Whoosh!!!
The countless fragments of stone created by the shattered Stone Qilin rushed toward Bloodclothes from behind, only to be shattered into dust by the increasingly intense invisible ripples.
This astonishing scene unfolded under the calm and composed gazes of Meng Yun, Ji Feng, Silver Fox, Knife, Strip, and Thunder.
Many people watched in shock at this eerily mysterious sight, utterly stunned.
Bloodclothes was the most surprised!
He knew full well that his last attack had been delivered with all his strength—something even a master in the later stages of the Mythical Realm would need to deal with carefully. Yet, the four of Silver Fox, positioned in a square formation, had blocked his attack with nothing more than the sound of their drawn swords, which truly surprised him.
Their strength was clearly far greater than during the sect competition!
Although Bloodclothes was amazed and surprised, with them so close now, it was too late to change tactics…
Besides, even a master at the peak of the Mythical Realm might not be able to escape unscathed from such an attack.
Clang!!!
The four swords rang out together.
Four mighty auras surged from Silver Fox and the others, like cascading waterfalls, converging into a force that made the world tremble. The moment Bloodclothes’ bloody hand reached Ji Feng, these auras crashed violently against his chest with a loud boom.
Bang!!
His body shook violently. His eyes bulged, filled with a momentary look of disbelief.
Bloodclothes, who had raised his internal energy to the Mythical Realm using the Star-Sucking Technique, making him nearly comparable to a master at its peak, was sent flying by the four of Silver Fox with a single, silent sword strike.
Without any hesitation or pause.

Four terrifying bloodstains appeared on the Blood-Clothed figure’s clothes, and with a shower of blood, he was violently thrown aside.
Bang!
He tumbled helplessly down from the steps of the Jinxiu Riverland sect’s main hall onto the open ground outside, his hair in disarray, breathing uneven, and his face pale.
“That’s impossible!”
“How could you…?”
Relying on the powerful internal energy from the “Star-Sucking Art,” the Blood-Clothed figure deflected the sword energies of the Silver Fox group. After struggling to stand back up, his eyes were filled with disbelief and anger.
He had watched the Jinxiu Riverland sect’s competition many times before and carefully analyzed the overall strength of the top fighters remaining this time. He had paid special attention to the Silver Fox group.
Although their sword formation was formidable, it was easily broken by Wind Li. Logically, it should have been impossible for them to become so terrifying in just a few days. Yet here it was…
The four of them exerted hardly any effort yet unleashed power comparable to that of peak Mythical Realm experts! The attack just now was equivalent to four peak Mythical Realm experts attacking together, and it could already rival the full-power strike of a Heavenly Dao expert.
He couldn’t believe that the Silver Fox group, who were not even Wind Li’s match just a few days ago, had improved to such a degree in such a short time!
The Silver Foxes were observant and naturally noticed the confusion and resentment in the Blood-Clothed figure’s eyes, but their own expressions showed no emotion at all. They gave him a brief glance before turning their attention to Meng Yun.
At the same time, Knife, Strip, and Thunder also instinctively turned to look at Meng Yun…
The Blood-Clothed figure’s strength was indeed quite good.
It was a pity that he had been pursued relentlessly by an emperor, leaving him with very little time for cultivation. Even if he had improved, he was still inferior to Wind Li.
Although both of them possessed internal energy at the Mythical Realm level, the slight difference meant the Blood-Clothed figure was no match for the Silver Fox group at all.
Moreover!
After He Kai and the others left the main hall, the Silver Fox group had engaged in extreme self-discipline training. In the sect’s prison, several late-stage and peak Mythical Realm experts served as their sparring partners. Their “Four Exquisite Sword Formation” had advanced by three levels, transforming them completely.
It was only fitting that the Blood-Clothed figure suffered such a crushing defeat when judging the Silver Fox group based on the competition standards.
However…
The Silver Fox group still didn’t dare underestimate Meng Yun.
This woman seemed to have obtained Dongfang Bubai’s true “Sunflower Secret Manual.” Her aura was subtly feminine and mysterious, giving off an unfathomable feeling, along with a faint sense of pressure.
Feeling the Silver Fox group’s contempt, the Blood-Clothed figure finally lost his temper!
Pfft!
A mouthful of blood gushed out from his chest!