The Earth Moves and Mountains Shake

Han Li had no choice but to act personally to prevent the Disconnected Water Sect disciples from fleeing and alerting the other enemies. In a single, effortless instant, he used both the Smoke Step and the Wind Riding Art together, slaughtering every last one of them. Li Feiyu, who had been about to join the fray, was left utterly stunned. It was only then that he understood Han Li’s true strength.

When he came back to his senses, Li Feiyu assumed Han Li's shocking prowess came entirely from mastering the Blinking Sword Art.

This idea nearly drove him mad on the spot, and he briefly entertained the thought of dissolving his own cultivation to switch over and train in the art. But the remnants of his reason told him that, both in terms of time and talent, it was already an impossibility for him.

So, for the rest of the journey, Li Feiyu never stopped voicing his sour envy, sighing that Han Li had fallen into a pile of dog shit by learning such a formidable technique.

Han Li couldn’t be bothered to humor his now thoroughly bitter friend. He began to kill every enemy they encountered without mercy, no longer concealing his strength.

Against Han Li’s uncanny movement technique, all of their foes appeared hopelessly outmatched, unable to survive even a single exchange. They fell in droves, including several high-ranking experts among them.

And so, with Han Li displaying his overwhelming power, the two easily reached Elder Li’s residence and found Ma Rong. It was from him that they learned Elder Li and Zhang Xiu’er had already gone to Sunset Peak.

Li Feiyu’s face turned green at the news.

He knew perfectly well just how much of a dragon’s den and tiger’s lair Sunset Peak was right now. Zhang Xiu’er going there was practically the same as having one foot already through the gates of hell.

With no other choice, the two discussed the matter briefly, then left Elder Li’s residence and hurried toward Sunset Peak. Before they left, a small incident occurred.

That loathsome fat man, the confidant of Sect Leader Wang, actually pulled out his token again as they were about to leave. In a commanding tone, he threatened them to stay, or they would face sect discipline.

Li Feiyu’s heart was already burning with anxiety. His only thought was for Zhang Xiu’er’s safety. He had no attention left for sect rules. With a single palm strike, he knocked the jabbering fat man unconscious to the ground, then ordered his subordinates to continue protecting everyone here. He and Han Li strode away without a backward glance.

As soon as they reached the vicinity of Sunset Peak, the two were shocked by the sheer number of enemies present. They knew a direct assault was out of the question here. After a brief discussion, they came up with a clever plan.

They knocked out two Disconnected Water Sect disciples and switched clothes with them. Taking advantage of the darkness and the general chaos of the assault, they quietly blended in with the crowd attacking the peak. They flowed with the tide of people all the way to the top of Sunset Peak, where they overheard Sect Leader Wang’s current speech. As for Qu Hun, due to his overly conspicuous build, they left him hidden in a concealed spot at the foot of the mountain.

Having heard that Sunset Peak might harbor such a prepared last resort—a gambit to drag the enemy down with them—Li Feiyu couldn’t suppress his doubts. He began questioning Han Li incessantly, hoping his friend could give him some reassurance.

“Whether it’s true or false, the most important thing now is for us to get into the main hall, reunite with your little lover, and then slip down the mountain quietly. Remember, true or not, staying here is far too dangerous!” Han Li finally answered, keeping his voice low.

“That’s the honest truth, but how do we sneak in with all these eyes on us?” Li Feiyu said, head bowed, his face twisted in distress.

“Hah… We’ll have to wait and see if an opportunity presents itself,” Han Li said, equally at a loss.

Just as the two were anxiously hiding at the back of the crowd, the ground beneath their feet suddenly began to tremble. At first, it was faint, but it quickly intensified. Many people lost their footing and fell to the ground, and quite a few rocks broke loose from the peak, tumbling down the mountainside.

“It’s over! The peak is collapsing! This bastard Wang is taking us all with him!” Some reckless fool shouted in the panicked crowd.

Hearing this, most people became even more terrified. Some, ignoring the warnings Wang Juechu had given earlier, scrambled and crawled toward the mountain path, trying to escape what they believed was a collapsing peak.

“Boom! Crackle!” A tremendous crashing sound echoed from the distance, and the ground shook even more violently.

Hearing this thunderous noise, everyone assumed this was the beginning of the peak’s total collapse. Despair set in. Even if they wanted to flee now, it was probably too late.

Jia Tianlong was both shocked and furious. Though he was still surrounded by his loyal iron guards, his mind was a blank. He had no idea what to do.

He instinctively turned his gaze to his pillar of support, the Brilliant Gold Elder. But upon seeing the elder’s own panicked expression, he let out a bitter laugh.

So the great immortal master can’t even save himself!

Jia Tianlong’s reverence for the man dropped several notches on the spot.

“Heh. I thought the Wild Wolf Gang were all fearless men of iron. Turns out you’re just another rabble!” The sudden sound of Wang Juechu's sneering voice cut through the chaos. Despite the pandemonium on the peak, every single person heard him clearly, a testament to the purity of his cultivation.

As soon as he spoke, the trembling of the ground miraculously stopped. It was as if the entire peak had instantly quelled its anger and returned to calm.

Only then did everyone realize that the stone hall, which had been the focus of their attention, had vanished without a trace. In its place was a massive, shocking pit, several mu in size. A few of the bolder men crept forward, peered over the edge, and gasped. The pit was pitch black, its bottom completely invisible—only its terrifying, immeasurable depth was clear.

“Chief Jia, is this evidence sufficient to prove my words?” Wang Juechu asked coldly.

Jia Tianlong’s face was ashen. He didn’t reply immediately, instead sweeping his gaze across the surroundings.

The men on his side all looked as if they had just barely escaped with their lives. From the ordinary gang members and other gangs, all the way to the iron guards beside him, everyone’s expression was exceptionally grim.

Seeing this, Jia Tianlong understood that his goal of annihilating the Seven Mysteries Sect in one night was unachievable. It seemed a retreat was the only option, after which they could come up with a new plan.

“Name your conditions. But you should also be aware that even with this, we are only at a stalemate on the field. Don’t ask for too much!” He turned back, speaking with great reluctance, a hint of gnashing teeth in his tone.