Chapter 80: Storming the Mountain Gate

Mu Yiren's gaze was cold as ice.

"If you dare touch me, Ling Xiao will never let you off!"

"It's not him who'll touch you—it's me who'll deal with him! I've been displeased with him for a long time! On Jiangzhou's turf, he dares to order my Iron Fist Sect around, acting as if he's someone important? Let me tell you, tonight, you're mine! Ling Xiao had better not come here. If he dares to show up, I'll have him begging on his knees, wishing he were dead!"

The arrogance of the Iron Fist Young Master was so overwhelming that Mu Yiren's heart sank to the depths of despair.

If she were violated by the Iron Fist Young Master, how could she ever face Ling Xiao again?

Mu Yiren pulled out a brooch from her chest. If the Iron Fist Young Master charged at her, she'd rather die to preserve her purity.

Seeing her action, the Iron Fist Young Master laughed coldly.

"Don't be foolish! You can't escape! I'm a cultivator—with me here, that tiny brooch can't kill you!"

These words pushed Mu Yiren deeper into hopelessness.

But at that moment, the phone in the Iron Fist Young Master's pocket suddenly rang.

He frowned, impatiently pulled out his phone, and snapped, "Hello? Didn't I say? Don't bother me unless it's important!"

A furious voice roared from the other end, "Bother your damned mother! You idiot! You've caused a catastrophe! The Iron Fist Sect's centuries-old foundation is about to be ruined by a fool like you!"

The Iron Fist Young Master's expression turned cold. "You wretch! I'm the Young Master—how dare you insult me?"

"You call yourself Young Master! Idiot! If I curse you, that's mercy! Did you capture Mu Yiren? Do you realize she's the wife of the Ghost Valley Young Master?"

"Hmph! I know that, but so what?"

"You—! You're really going to destroy us! The Ghost Valley Young Master is already on his way to find you. Let Mu Yiren go immediately; maybe there's still a chance to fix this! If not, our entire Iron Fist Sect is finished!"

The Iron Fist Young Master sneered dismissively.

"You cowards are always worshipping that so-called Ghost Valley Young Master! He's a Young Master, so am I. Why should I fear him? If he dares come, good—I’ll slaughter him along with you! No need for negotiations!"

"You—! Do you know the Ghost Valley Young Master broke Elder Seven's arms and killed Elder Two?"

"What?"

The Iron Fist Young Master was stunned, his expression growing grave.

"How did he kill them?"

"In an instant! One strike! You fool, you can't even beat Elder Seven—how dare you provoke him? If you anger him, no one in the Iron Fist Sect can save you!"

The Iron Fist Young Master's heart trembled, panic finally surfacing on his face.

"This... How is that possible? He's just a Young Master, isn't he? He's not that old—how can he be so powerful? Elder Seven and Elder Two are both Martial Saints! He... he actually killed Martial Saints in one blow?"

"Stop your damned nonsense! Release her now! Or our Iron Fist Sect will be wiped out!"

The Iron Fist Young Master's mind was spinning.

"This... how can this be? He's just a Young Master—how can he be this strong?"

As he pondered, a fierce murderous aura swept toward them from the distant sky.

The Iron Fist Young Master shivered instantly.

"Is... is he really here? Such terrifying killing intent! No, I can't stay here—I need to get out!"

Without hesitation, he dropped his wine glass and fled.

Moments later, with a thunderous crash, a figure shattered the glass and stormed into the room.

The murderous aura that radiated from him suffocated all who were present.

"Ling Xiao!"

Despite his terrifying presence, Mu Yiren felt her heart settle just by seeing Ling Xiao.

She threw herself into Ling Xiao's arms, and he held her tightly.

"I'm sorry. I came too late. I should have picked you up from the company sooner."

Mu Yiren shook her head.

"It's alright. You're not late. At least he didn't have time to do anything terrible."

At this, Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed, murderous intent once again emanating from him.

"Where's that bastard?"

Mu Yiren smiled softly.

"He ran away the moment he heard you were coming!"

"He’s lucky he ran fast! But this won’t be settled so easily!"

Ling Xiao escorted Mu Yiren home, instructing Ming Cheng and Xiu'er to protect her. Under the moonlight, he swiftly made his way to the Iron Fist Sect.

It seemed the Iron Fist Sect had been anticipating this. When Ling Xiao arrived at their gate, not a single disciple was in sight.

However, the mountain-protecting formation was fully activated.

A powerful barrier formed by the array blocked Ling Xiao outside.

Ling Xiao gathered his true energy and roared toward the sect gate.

"People of the Iron Fist Sect, come out!"

His shout shook the heavens, even the clouds above parted quickly!

After a moment, a trembling voice echoed from within the sect.

"Young Master Ling, our sect master says we are willing to surrender to you. From now on, we are family! We hope you will show mercy and spare our Young Master. The thousands in our Iron Fist Sect are yours to command!"

"Nonsense!"

Ling Xiao showed no mercy, cursing outright.

His wife had nearly been assaulted—if he spared the Iron Fist Sect, wouldn’t he become a laughingstock?

"You fools! I already gave you a chance because of Tiger Gate! You squandered it, arrogant and self-destructive—you have only yourselves to blame! I’ll give you ten seconds. Come out, and I’ll leave your bodies intact! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

Ling Xiao’s words made the Iron Fist Sect members as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

"Young Master Ling, enemies should be reconciled, not deepened. Please show mercy! Our Iron Fist Sect can serve you as cattle and horses, to atone for our Young Master's crimes! We beg you!"

"Ridiculous! If I forgive you for this, everyone else will think they can harass my wife and then submit to me. Wouldn’t I become a laughingstock? I’ll ask one last time—are you coming out or not?"

"Young Master Ling, if it must be so, then the Iron Fist Sect will not sit idly by! This mountain-protecting formation is our ancestors' pride! If you wish to break it, you’d better have the skill!"

"Foolish!"

Ling Xiao’s eyes narrowed, his aura erupting without restraint.

In that moment, even the stars and moon seemed to sense something dreadful and gradually hid their light.