Chapter 105: The Confrontation

Everyone watched as Elder Zhu was sent flying with a mere flick of the sleeve by Evil Tu, revealing the insurmountable gap between their cultivation levels at the regional stage. The few attendants from the Council tightly gripped their weapons, frozen in place, while the other disciples stood dumbfounded, unable to react as their leader was struck down. Some trembled uncontrollably in fear, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Bai Qi understood that Evil Tu had held back initially out of curiosity, having sensed the formidable strength of his soul power. Evil Tu sneered contemptuously at the fleeing members of the Black Sand Sect, knowing that to those of such low cultivation, they were merely appetizers for the puppets he controlled.

Turning back to Bai Qi, Evil Tu spoke again, “During that competition, I never expected to encounter a genius like you. The sect master of the Black Sand Sect has spent countless years trying to unravel the secrets within the Zhenlong Chess Formation, but he failed. Yet you, barely reaching the second level of the Profound Realm, possess such fortune. Fate truly plays tricks.”

His words hinted at a long-standing feud between the two sects, intertwined with the mysteries of the Binhe River.

After a brief pause, Evil Tu asked Bai Qi, “Will you join my Evil Sect? With your talent and our full support, you are destined to become a powerful figure within the Flowing Sand Mountains. The Black Sand Sect is nothing but a misguided path.”

Bai Qi frowned in confusion. “Misguided? Compared to a sect master like you who kills without a second thought, indiscriminate slaughter is far more terrifying.”

“Indiscriminate slaughter? Ha! Innocent? Do you truly believe the Black Sand Sect is so righteous? That what you see and hear is the truth? If you think my killings are ruthless, then your master, Wu Shanque, is an even more merciless devil.”

Evil Tu’s cold laughter echoed as he glared at Bai Qi.

Bai Qi’s blood boiled at such nonsense. He lost control and cursed fiercely, “Damn you! Your foul breath is worse than your words. You turn Black Sand disciples into puppets, dead without rest, souls barred from hell. No matter how good you look, you’re nothing but a rotten shell.”

Evil Tu’s expression darkened when Bai Qi casually slipped in the word “old” — a term she found deeply offensive. Her hands moved swiftly, weaving invisible threads that manipulated the puppets on the ground. Chanting an incantation, the surrounding puppets suddenly surged toward Bai Qi, moving with astonishing speed.

Without hesitation, Bai Qi expanded his form, channeling his spiritual power. His hands traced the incantation with precision, and with a mighty palm strike, he unleashed a powerful shockwave of palm prints that smashed into the charging puppets from all directions.