The Strongest Sect of All Times

Chapter 26: a slaughterhouse

Halfway up Black Mountain was an important spot. 

Not only was this point blocked by rows of wooden stakes, there was a little lookout tower every few dozens of meters or so, much like a military base. 

Jun Changxiao walked along this path and observed emotionlessly. Inside, he was thinking, I killed someone.

Indeed. 

He had killed someone, killed two people. 

Transmigrating to Falling Star Continent, as a martial cultivator, this was something he would experience sooner or later.

Strange. Jun Changxiao was puzzled. When I cut off Elder Weis arm on the Grievances Stage, I wanted to puke seeing the blood. Why didnt my first murder elicit the same response?

He had massacred two bandits with a sword, but his state of mind had been comparatively steady. 

The system explained, [Because the host has adapted to the new status and has enough understanding of Falling Star Continents rules. Doing something like this is no longer extraordinary.]

Oh.

Jun Changxiao understood. 

He threw out the distracting thoughts and started to size up his environment. This place is surrounded by cliffs on three sides. The only entrance is blocked by all these spikes. The difficulty of attacking this place sure is great.

Of course. 

The government and numerous sects had suffered many setbacks here. 

Move it!

A bandit urged him forward with a cold huff, as dozens of other bandits used their swords and spears to press him on, glaring at Jun Changxiao. 

Two of their companions had been murdered. They had originally hoped to chop this guy into pulp, but the chieftain had ordered them to take him into the stronghold, so they could only forcefully restrain themselves. 

Third Brother, what is Big Chief thinking? Why doesnt he let us brothers act but is making us take him inside?

This guy is the Ironbone Sect Head. Big Chief probably cares about Jianghu status and did not let us start yet.

Well, damn. Someone like this is a sect head?

This daddy has wandered Qingyang Commandery for a long time, but has never seen a bigshot from a sect be a guy who hasnt even started puberty.

The bandits were talking amongst themselves, but mentioned Jun Changxiaos sect head status. They thought he looked very delicate, unfitting to be the lord of a sect. 

Ah 

Our great Sect Head Jun could only sigh. 

At that moment, he really wished he could tattoo the words I am the sect head on his forehead, indicating to everyone else that he really was the Ironbone Sects boss!

Elder brother, do you think this guy is just a fake?

If he dares to and is found out by Big Chief, hell be tortured so much he wishes for death.

Hehe, I actually hope hes a fake. That way I can appreciate Big Chiefs methods of torturing someone again!

Escorted by dozens of bandits, Jun Changxiao crossed layer after layer of defense. He stopped in front of a wooden door, which had the words Black Wind Stronghold carved into it with large letters. 

Tsk, tsk. Bandits were even building such extravagant strongholds.

Open up!

Ga-zhi!

The large wooden doors were slowly opened. The bandit in the lead coldly said, Boy, lets go.

Jun Changxiao stepped inside.

The Black Wind Stronghold was larger than the Ironbone Sect, both sides lined with many crude log houses. 

Pah!

Pah!

Jun Changxiao had just stepped inside when he heard the crack of a whip. 

In a clear area, five wooden stakes had been erected, with five people tied up. Their hairs was disheveled and clothing bloody, their cloth at their backs torn and revealing the striking whip-marks 

A muscular bandit forcefully raised the whip once more and there was another crack as the whip came down, but there was no pitiful cry of pain. 

Jun Changxiao slightly knit his brows.

He knew that the reason the person did not cry out was because they were being suffocated. 

Save Save me

Near his ears was suddenly a weak voice. 

Jun Changxiao lowered his head to see a man wriggling on the ground, both of his legs chopped off. As he dragged himself, he left behind two long bloodstains. His face was exceptionally grotesque, his eyes filled with fright, despair, and pain, as if he knew that he was dying, but hoped to live on. 

Puchi!

A large blade fell and the mans head tumbled. 

The bandit picked up his blade and kicked the head into a brazier. He cursed, Why the fuck is he running if hes got no legs?

Brother Niu, the guys going to die sooner or later, why not let him die painfully?

In my opinion, Brother Niu is too soft, wanting him to die a quick and happy death.

Nearby, the other bandits teased. 

Im fucking soft? The bandit called Brother Niu was obviously foul-mouthed. That motherfucker smeared blood all over the place, you think I want to clean it up?

Makes sense, makes sense.

The others laughed boisterously. 

Jun Changxiaos brows had knit tighter. From the bandits eyes, he caught no sense of pity it was clear that they were completely cruel and cold-blooded. 

What?

Brother Niu put his blade away and looked over. 

The other bandits also jumped down from the platform, snickering and sneering as they watched Jun Changxiao. 

Ka! 

One bandit raised his hand and made a slicing movement at his neck, then made a fake strangled noise and snickered. 

The scattered bandits discovered that an outsider had arrived and all stared coldly. 

Suddenly. 

The several hundred bandits were all staring at Jun Changxiao. 

Pah, pah, pah!

The bandit with the whip snapped it ruthlessly a few more times, then pulled the person tied to the stake by his hair. He cursed, Fuck, another one died. They really cant take hits.

Jun Changxiao did not speak at all, only continuing forward. 

But after another dozen steps, he saw many people hanging along the sides of the road, one after another. Each one had their heads down; none of them were breathing. 

Fucking bitch. From a crude house on the right walked a bandit, still pulling his pants up. He angrily spat, I didnt pay attention for one second and that bitch killed herself.

Hehe, let me have a look.

Damn, Little Eighth. How horny are you that you even want to stick it in dead people?

The other bandits teased. 

The one called Little Eight stepped into the building but called out, Ive suppressed myself for more than half a year. This daddy would even dare mount a sow!

Hahaha, the others laughed boisterously. 

Jun Changxiao passed by from the side, his eyes becoming more and more cold. 

This was not some mountain hideout, nor a stronghold of bandits. This was a slaughterhouse from hell. The bandits here were no longer human, but a bunch of cruel and bloodthirsty beasts. 

Jun Changxiao did not want to be a good person. 

However, seeing all the people who had suffered tortue, the corpses of those whipped to death, and the skeletons stacked together, a nameless fury burned within his heart. 

If it had just been this slaughterhouse-like bandit stronghold, Jun Changxiao might have merely been furious. 

But when he saw how that mans head had been kicked into the brazier seen the desperation, fear, and hopelessness on that mans face the only thought inside his heart was: kill them all!