Unaware of how powerful the enemy before him was Ming Hao sneered, in his eyes the person who appeared was just a crazy fool. Since his grandfather and all the other elders of the Sect were present at the moment emboldened him. Even if he didn't know who the other party was did it matter? No matter how strong the other party was could he be stronger than the Void Sect?
"Such a big tone from a nobody. Who the heck are you? You must be some kind of retard waltzing into the Void Sect and speaking such words to one of our Elders. Don't you know? Any one of our Elders could destroy you with just a flick of the finger."
As Ming Hao was talking the attention shifted from Ren to him, the Elders who were receiving Ren's pressure looked at Ming Hao in anger. They didn't know how powerful Ren was but they were sure that even if they could win it wouldn't be as easy as Ming Hao said. They wanted to scream at Ming Hao to shut up but they couldn't speak at the moment.
Ren was also looking at Ming Hao with interest, he wasn't angry at the arrogant young man instead he was amused.
Seeing that neither Ren nor the Elders were speaking simply made Ming Hao feel even more courageous.
"Heh, if my guess is correct you should be the one who taught this loser his swordsmanship. Hmph, I admit that you do have some skills but that's all you have, just a little bit of skill. Did you come here thinking that you could save this student of yours?"
While Ming Hao was talking to Ren, Mo Feng had already closed the sword wound but unfortunately, he had already lost a large amount of blood. Ren momentarily diverted his attention from Ming Hao back to Mo Feng.
Seeing his master looking at him, Mo Feng smiled awkwardly as his consciousness was flickering. Mo Feng wanted to say something but could not find the words. Ying Yue who was beside Mo Feng was already crying as she hugged Mo Feng's cold body. The wound was already bad enough by itself but not only did Mo Feng's flesh been stabbed but even his dantian was cracked. This means that it would be difficult for Mo Feng to gather Qi.
"Little disciple the way you acted during your battle was quite satisfying in my eyes, but the ending was a little bit shameful. Unless you are as strong as I am, no matter how weak the opponent is, you should never let your guard down."
Ren sighed as he shrugged his shoulders. Mo Feng who was about ready to faint actually felt ashamed, he wanted to apologize to his master but instead of words, what came out of his mouth was a dry cough. Ying Yue could not help but hold onto Mo Feng's hand even more tightly as she watched him struggle, she then looked at Ren with a pleading gaze.
"Please save him."
"Don't worry I will."
While Ren and Ying Yue were talking a burst of loud laughter interrupted them.
"HAHAHAHA!!!" '
Ming Hao who listened to what Ren said could no longer hold it in as he felt both amused and enraged. It was bad enough that Ren sounded delusional but he even dared to ignore him.
"Enough of this farce! Anyone who kills this man who dares intrude into our Sect, I will give a hefty reward."
"Oh, so you're not going to do it yourself?"
"Why should I dirty my own hands for someone inferior like you? So who wants to finish off this man?"
The disciples were rather tempted by Ming Hao's offer as not only will they be able to get a reward but they would also be able to look good in front of the Elders of the Sect. Still, the disciples weren't idiots and wouldn't charge forward without knowing what kind of enemy Ren was.
While the disciples were hesitating to see who would step forward first, the Elders wanted to smash Ming Hao's head in as he was doing something incredibly stupid, unfortunately, even now the Elders could not move nor speak.
...
As everyone continued to hesitate on attacking, Ying Yue continued to beg Ren to heal Mo Feng already.
"Don't be impatient even in his current predicament he wouldn't die. You just need to wait as I'm still quite interested in what this fool in front of me is going to do."
Angered by what Ren said Ming Hao shouted at the other disciples.
"Why isn't anybody killing this loser?! Whoever kills him now I promise I will grant that person one of my prized weapons."
The moment those words came out of Ming Hao's mouth the disciples no longer hesitated and charged forward like madmen wanting to be the first ones to kill Ren. Numerous spells, talismans, and swords came flying toward Ren. The incoming wave of attacks had enough power to decimate any Golden Core Realm cultivator, it was even possible to gravely injure Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. Yet despite the powerful wave of attacks, Ren did not show any intent of defending or even evading as he simply stood there. When Ming Hao saw this scene he sneered.
'In the end, he was overcome by fear.' Ming Hao shook his head as he watched the final act of the fool.
Every single attack had successfully hit Ren this was no surprise, what was surprising was the outcome of those hits. Despite being hit by every spell, talisman, and flying sword Ren remained unharmed. The spells inexplicably vanished the moment they touch his skin, the talismans attached themselves to Ren but their effects did not activate. Finally, the flying swords that came darting toward Ren, each and every one of the flying swords fell to the ground broken like pieces of glass.
Seeing this scene the place became deadly quiet, Ming Hao had his mouth wide open. Even the elders who were being suppressed by Ren's aura were flabbergasted. They would understand that those attacks won't work against Ren if he enveloped himself with Qi or even if he just used a simple barrier but no, what happened was something beyond their expectations. Ren with his body of flesh and blood took all the attacks without doing anything and withstood the wave of attacks without a scratch... No, even saying that he withstood it was wrong, in the face of such an attack Ren look like he did not even notice the attacks being made on him.
"Is that it?"
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