Fantasy: I Am the Villain.

Chapter 39 The Snake Swallows the Elephant (5)

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Snake Swallows the Elephant (Part Five)

To be honest, Xin Shuangqing was quite unlucky. In her generation, the Western Sect suffered a decline in talent and lost to the Eastern Sect for two consecutive terms.

Since Xin Shuangqing joined the sect, he had always been at odds with Zuo Zimu. The two often argued in private, and after their master Wuliangjian passed away, they split apart.

Over the years, the Western Sect has defeated the Eastern Sect and occupied the Sword Lake Palace. It is precisely because of this that the feeling of being driven out of the Sword Lake Palace is even more heartbreaking.

In recent years, Zuo Zimu has used some unknown method to completely defeat Xizong in the last two competitions. Seeing that this time will be the same, how could she have a good temper?

The fact that she could suppress her temper and talk to Zuo Zimu was a testament to her self-cultivation in recent years. It is said that one's appearance reflects one's heart, and these people really thought that Xin Shuangqing was easy to talk to.

Zuo Zimu was boasting to the Northern Sect disciple in front of her about how great his own sect was. Wasn't his implication that he was belittling his own Western Sect?

Xin Shuangqing grew angrier the more he thought about it, and wanted to stand up and argue with Zuo Zimu, but unfortunately, the situation was against him, so he had to reluctantly suppress his thoughts.

One of the disciples standing beside Xin Shuangqing was indignant to see his sect leader so angry and wanted to show off in front of his sect leader.

Unfortunately, the disciples of the Eastern Sect were quite experienced, and their swordsmanship was far superior to his own. Seeing that Bai Ke was so young, he had the idea of ​​teaching him a lesson to please the sect leader.

Just as Bai Ke was thinking about how to instigate a fight between Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing, he suddenly saw the disciple next to Xin Shuangqing jump out.

The man bowed respectfully to Xin Shuangqing, then casually cupped his hands towards Zuo Zimu, and immediately spoke:

"Master, I have heard of the glorious days when our Wuliang Sword Sect was divided into three factions. Today, our East and West factions have had their share of victories and defeats in the competition, so let's not talk about that for now."

"I wonder what the Northern School's swordsmanship is like? Seeing my fellow disciples from the Northern School here, I am itching to test my skills and wish to spar with this Junior Brother Bai. Please grant me permission, Master!"

"Oh?" Bai Ke raised an eyebrow. "Trying to curry favor, you've set your sights on me, young master? Do you think I'm young and easy to bully?"

Zuo Zimu was also taken aback, and then a nameless anger rose up. These people from the Western Sect really didn't know anything.

Didn't you see he was having a pleasant conversation with this junior disciple Bai? Challenging Bai Ke at this moment would be like publicly humiliating him.

Just as he was about to reprimand her, he saw Xin Shuangqing stand up.

"Senior Brother Zuo, please don't be offended. Junior Sister has been unruly in her daily life, which has caused the disciples to disturb your joyful drinking. I apologize in advance and will definitely punish her severely when we get back. However..." Xin Shuangqing changed the subject.

"I see that Junior Nephew Bai is young, but his eyes are full of hidden brilliance. He is probably not afraid of my unworthy disciple. Why don't you teach him a lesson for me, so that he will know that there are always people more powerful than him and that he should not be complacent?"

Xin Shuangqing's words were barbed and pointed, which displeased Zuo Zimu. The Western Sect members were relentless and repeatedly humiliated him, which was truly hateful.

Bai Ke was slightly angry when he saw Xin Shuangqing turn her attention to him. She had a grudge against Zuo Zimu, and she had dragged him into it as well.

Having come here to stir up trouble, Bai Ke didn't hesitate and stood up, saying, "Very well, since Uncle Xin has invited me, then I, Bai Ke, will respectfully accept."

He casually broke off a bamboo branch from the potted plant beside him, turned around and apologized to Zuo Zimu, "Uncle Zuo, as the saying goes, swords have no eyes. To avoid hurting anyone, I'm borrowing your bamboo branch."

Seeing the two clashing, and knowing that Bai Ke was also implicated because of him, Zuo Zimu naturally wouldn't bother with a bamboo stick. He simply looked at the person below the stage.

"Your competition today was entirely caused by you. Although your master has other arrangements, our Eastern Sect is not one to be trifled with. You will receive your punishment afterward!"

The disciple below the stage, who was eager to curry favor, never expected this turn of events. His face immediately fell, and seeing that Xin Shuangqing had no intention of speaking up for him, he had no choice but to agree.

Seeing that the leaders of both the Eastern and Western sects had fallen silent, Bai Ke knew it was time for him to make his appearance, so he stepped down the stairs one by one.

"Since this senior brother wants to have a match with me, I will not refuse. I don't want any prizes. If you accept the challenge, would you please serve us tea and water?"

The disciple was already regretting offending the big boss, and upon hearing Bai Ke's words, he was naturally furious!

"Don't talk big, kid. Beat your grandpa first. If you can withstand ten of my moves, I'll serve you tea and water, what's wrong with that?"

Seeing that he was still oblivious to his fate even now, Bai Ke's expression turned cold, and he replied, "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll wait and see."

As they were talking, a long sword suddenly stabbed straight at Bai Ke's left shoulder, its momentum almost piercing him through.

Bai Ke lightly tapped his toes, and the bamboo branch in his hand, infused with spiritual energy, became harder than refined steel. He raised his hand to block, and with a soft sound, the man's fierce sword strike was deflected.

"This kid has such profound internal strength..." Xin Shuangqing exclaimed in amazement as he saw Bai Ke so easily withstand his disciple's attack.

After blocking the man's attack with one move, Bai Ke immediately pressed forward and, taking advantage of the man's staggering backward and unsteady footing, launched several consecutive stabs.

Because Zuo Zimu and others were present, and because he claimed to be a descendant of the Northern School of the Wuliang Sword Sect, Bai Ke couldn't openly use the Dog-Beating Stick Technique.

Fortunately, Bai Ke was a master swordsman, and after Bai Ke possessed the body, he inherited his swordsmanship. His move, the Thirty-Six Swords of Qingfeng, left everyone present speechless.

That disciple wasn't very knowledgeable about swordsmanship; otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically targeted the weak and bullied Bai Ke.

Seeing that Bai Ke's swordsmanship was as unstoppable as splashed ink, and that no matter where he tried to dodge, he would be pierced through, he knew that he had run into a brick wall and couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.

Seeing that his steps were unsteady, Bai Ke knew that he was at his wit's end, so he pretended to be outmatched and left him a way out.

Seeing an opportunity, the man disregarded his pride and immediately rolled away, dodging Bai Ke's attack with a famous donkey roll.

Just as everyone present was about to burst into laughter, Bai Ke's swordplay suddenly changed. He no longer followed the light and agile path he had taken before, but instead became shadowy and extremely eerie.

The disciple kept rolling on the ground, hoping to dodge Bai Ke's bamboo branches, but Bai Ke struck him relentlessly, like a sharp awl piercing his bone.

However, Bai Ke had switched to the style of the Ecstasy Sword Technique, and this time he truly beat the disciples of the Western Sect so badly that they cried out for mercy.