"Quick, notify the elders." Dozens of horses galloped forth, and the two Flying Spirit Gate disciples, both Martial Practitioners, dared not block their path. In their panic, they could only hurry to inform the elders.

Moments later, on a square outside the Flying Spirit Gate's grand hall, a large crowd had gathered. These were the Flying Spirit Gate disciples who had come upon hearing the news. Anxiety was evident between their brows. The people arriving were from the Raksha Sect, but at this moment, the Flying Spirit Gate disciples were gripping their weapons tightly, their gazes fixed on the Raksha Sect members. Although they were somewhat afraid, no one stepped back.

"Big brother, what should we do?" many disciples asked Zhang Mingtao.

"The ones coming are elders from the Raksha Sect; we are no match for them. Let's wait for our elder to arrive," Zhang Mingtao said.

"People of Flying Spirit Gate, quickly summon your Sect Leader, or else, I will not be polite," Xu Fuguan demanded, staring at the Flying Spirit Gate disciples.

"Xu Fuguan, what is the meaning of this uninvited intrusion into our Flying Spirit Gate?" At that moment, a scolding voice was heard, and a figure appeared instantly; it was Zheng Ying, an elder of the Flying Spirit Gate.

Although Zheng Ying was somewhat older, she exuded a more mature and charming demeanor. At this moment, her expression darkened, and a chill spread around her, filling the air with coldness.

"Hehe, so it's Elder Zheng, eh? Why must a woman be so temperamental? No wonder you're unmarried. Why not just give in to me? Being my woman would be much better than staying in this Flying Spirit Gate," Xu Fuguan burst into laughter as he stared at Zheng Ying.

The Raksha Sect disciples erupted into laughter, looking at the Flying Spirit Gate members with disdain.

"I spit, you think you're worthy? Xu Fuguan, if you don't give our Flying Spirit Gate an explanation today, I won't let you off," Zheng Ying retorted coldly.

"What a joke. I'm here for an explanation from your Flying Spirit Gate. My cousin was killed by you people. What's the meaning of this? If you don't explain today, my Raksha Sect won't let this go," Xu Fuguan stated coldly.

"Huang Haibo betrayed the Flying Spirit Gate and plotted against our Sect Leader, leading to his execution. This is a matter of our Flying Spirit Gate, what does it have to do with your Raksha Sect?" Zheng Ying responded. While ordinary disciples of the Flying Spirit Gate might not know the relationship between Huang Haibo and Xu Fuguan, Zheng Ying and Zhou Yuhou were aware.

"I don't care about the specifics. Today, you must give me an explanation, or else my Raksha Sect and your Flying Spirit Gate will never end this," Xu Fuguan declared.

"What, you want to start a fight?" Zheng Ying said coldly. In the past, there might have been some consideration for the Raksha Sect, but now with a strong presence in the Flying Spirit Gate, she was not worried.

"If you want to fight, then I'll accompany you," Xu Fuguan laughed heartily. Zheng Ying, being of the Second Layer Martial Soul realm, and he himself being of the same level, not to mention he had some reliance on his person, naturally was not afraid of Zheng Ying. Moreover, his intention today was to cause chaos and ultimately gauge the strength of the Flying Spirit Gate.

Zheng Ying, looking coldly at Xu Fuguan, felt a slight sinking feeling. With the Sect Leader and the Great Elder in seclusion, and other elders not emerging from their seclusions, if they did not repel Xu Fuguan today, the Flying Spirit Gate would face trouble. It would be risky to disturb the others if they were in the midst of a breakthrough.

But defeating the opponent now seemed difficult. The opponent's cultivation level was the same as hers, but his aura suggested he might be even stronger.

"What, you dare not? Then just have your Flying Spirit Gate Leader come out and explain," Xu Fuguan sneered.

"A joke, afraid of you?" Zheng Ying's hand conjured a pale red longsword, and her body erupted with fiery Qi, surging out.

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"Ha, let's see what strength the Flying Spirit Gate possesses," Xu Fuguan laughed, leaping off his horse, unafraid of Zheng Ying.

Simultaneously, Zheng Ying, gripping the pale red longsword, unleashed a sword beam carrying a trace of scorching flame, moving like a shadow directly towards Xu Fuguan. Her powerful Qi filled the area, raising the temperature instantly.

"Bring it on!" Xu Fuguan shouted, his Qi underfoot, propelling his body upwards, diving down with a surge of water attribute Qi attacking Zheng Ying.

Zheng Ying spun, her Qi flashing, her longsword slicing through the air, unleashing a sword beam that clashed with Xu Fuguan's attack.

The force exploded, and the two figures intertwined. For a moment, Qi surged violently, and the fierce sword beam directly lifted a layer of soil from the ground, creating a deep hole with their powerful Qi.

Both were shaken apart, and as they began their attack, the bystanders retreated from the blast, not something they could easily ignore.

"Whinny..."

The battle between the two also caused the horses ridden by the Raksha Sect members to panic and neigh.

Inside the Flying Spirit Gate, the bald Huang Boran saw that the Raksha Sect had brought only about thirty disciples. Although their strength was somewhat superior to that of the Flying Spirit Gate, there were still more than three hundred people in the Flying Spirit Gate. With ten or more people to one, they had enough to win. Moreover, there were also a few disciples within the Flying Spirit Gate who were at the Martial Master level.

"Brothers, the Sect Leader said that if anyone dares to provoke our Flying Spirit Gate, we fight back. If one is not enough, we go in two. If two are not enough, we all go together. Charge, for the sake of our mothers," Huang Boran shouted loudly, taking advantage despite his strength being only at the Martial Warrior level, he charged ahead as the first to engage.

"Right, the Sect Leader said we go together, for the sake of our mothers," Zhang Mingtao shouted immediately.

"Charge." A group of Flying Spirit Gate disciples charged out. With the advantage of numbers, they were in a desperate stance, drawing all their weapons.

These few hundred people surged towards the thirty Raksha Sect disciples, their Qi filling the air. Although individually most seemed somewhat weak, at this moment, their combined forces were formidable.

The thirty Raksha Sect disciples, a few of whom were at the Martial Master level, similar to a few in the Flying Spirit Gate, with the rest being at the Martial Warrior level, did not intend a desperate fight when coming to the Flying Spirit Gate, hence only brought a few disciples.

Seeing the massive approach of the Flying Spirit Gate members, the thirty Raksha Sect disciples were stunned. Previously, Flying Spirit Gate disciples would not dare to resist their bullying, but now the situation had completely changed.

"Attack quickly." After regaining their composure, the thirty Raksha Sect disciples shouted and leaped off their horses, gripping their weapons to attack the charging Flying Spirit Gate members.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

In an instant, a melee erupted. With the Flying Spirit Gate having the upper hand in numbers, the Raksha Sect disciples were surrounded in the center, unable to use their martial techniques effectively. Each was closely encircled by more than a dozen people, causing panic. Although their strength was somewhat higher than that of the current Flying Spirit Gate disciples, it wasn't by much.

Caught off guard, the Raksha Sect disciples were quickly put at a disadvantage.

"Damn it." Seeing all this, Xu Fuguan cursed under his breath, an outcome he hadn't anticipated. Knowing he couldn't delay any longer, he aimed to quickly defeat Zheng Ying, which would naturally draw out the Flying Spirit Gate's strong figure, allowing him to gauge the mysterious strong figure's strength and then report back for their Sect Leader to come and eliminate the Flying Spirit Gate.

"Zheng Ying, step back," Xu Fuguan shouted, his Qi surging to the extreme within him, blue light of water attribute enveloping his body, immediately surrounded by a mist, then condensing into a water column like a snapped string arrow, rushing towards Zheng Ying.

Knowing the opponent was using his full strength, Zheng Ying's heart sank completely. Gripping the pale red longsword tightly, Qi vibrating, she stamped the ground and shot forward, narrowly avoiding the water column attack, then aimed her longsword straight at Xu Fuguan's heart without any fancy moves.

"Hmph." Xu Fuguan sneered, seeing Zheng Ying's attack, his lips curling in disdain. Making a hand gesture, he produced a pair of gloves emitting blue light, with sharp spikes on the front. Bringing up these strange gloves, his large hands suddenly curved, claws emanating a blue glow, and with a swift motion, he aimed to grab the longsword in Zheng Ying's hand.

"Crack, crack..."

Around the claw marks, space seemed to twist, creating a small vortex with the airflow, and Zheng Ying's longsword was broken into several pieces.

The vigorous Qi from the claw marks burst forth, and at the same time, another claw strike from Xu Fuguan rushed towards Zheng Ying's face, tearing through the space, and the surrounding air was displaced.

This turn of events exceeded Zheng Ying's expectations, the opponent's strange gloves capable of directly countering her sword, forcing her to retreat rapidly, Qi flashing under her feet as she dodged quickly.

"Keke, these gloves, crafted from white jade silk, are not afraid of ordinary weapons," Xu Fuguan sneered sinisterly. Zheng Ying was extremely fast, but Xu Fuguan was not slow either. In that instant, although Xu Fuguan missed Zheng Ying's face, his claw strike fiercely landed on Zheng Ying's left shoulder.