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At this moment, a lot of people had already gathered at the entrance of the main hall of the Three Shipping Pier's 18 Halls. They had all received the news of an invasion and gathered here at the same time.

None of them were overconfident, nor did they go alone to intercept Yang Muyun. Fortunately, none of them were overconfident, otherwise, they would all be cold corpses.

As for the reason why they didn't go stop Yang Muyun, was because they all received the same message:

"A white-cloaked young man has barged in. His strength is extraordinary and he cannot be outdone. The outer disciples have all been slaughtered and are now coming towards the inner sect."

It was said that this news came from an outer sect disciple, but in the beginning, no one believed it.

What is this place? This was the main hall of dock 18.

Although the boat didn't belong to any of the dominant sects, it was still considered one of the top sects in the Jiangnan region.

Even if someone had the guts to barge in, even if the outer sect had experts and a strong defensive perimeter, they wouldn't be able to get in easily.

However, as the smell of blood grew stronger and stronger in the air and the number of people they could summon lessened, all of them started to feel a sense of unease in their hearts.

It was at that time that they came to the inner court with the belief that they would rather believe it than not, and prepared to verify the authenticity of this news.

And when they all came to the inner court and discovered that other than themselves, there were many other colleagues here, only then did they realize that something might have really happened.

At this moment, the entrance to the inner hall of Three Shipping Pier 18 was bustling with noise and chaos. However, there was a faint sense of order within. After all, it was a large sect, and there was still a sense of order within it.

"Hey, Brother Li, did you get the news as well?"

"That's right. This matter is going crazy. Otherwise, you wouldn't see so many brothers here. "

"Yes, yes, brothers, I suspect that this matter is true."

"If that's the case, then we've finally met someone strong."

The crowd discussed animatedly.

Some were worried, some were scared, some were dismissive, and some were full of confidence.

"Humph, you cowards, what are you afraid of? Don't ruin my reputation as the Three Ship Eighteen Dock!"

"Yeah, even if it's accurate at this moment, the person who barged in was only a single person. Two fists is no match for four hands, but we have so many people here."

"Yes, yes." "What you say makes sense. What you say makes sense."

Just as everyone was having a different conversation with the people around them, the door of the inner temple was suddenly pushed open.

Immediately, everyone in the inner court smelled a pungent smell of blood and felt like they were about to vomit.

And the person who came in, facing the smell of blood, was a person wearing the clothes of an outer disciple of Three Shipping Boat's Eighteen Docks.

The level of the lower level disciples were not allowed to enter the upper level disciples' area.

Someone in the crowd saw this person and was about to berate him when he was stopped.

This was because someone else had also seen a white-robed youth carrying a sword behind the disciple.

In an instant, the entire inner hall quietened down. Everyone held their weapons as they stared at the white-robed youth.

"Right here?" The white-robed youth spoke unhurriedly, his voice echoing out through the inner door.

This person was Yang Muyun.

After hearing the voice, the outer disciple in front of him, Wang Er, nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes! Young Hero, this is the inner court. After this is the Martial Arts Hall, and the leader is there. "

Seeing this scene, everyone in the inner court could understand how this white-robed youth was able to fight his way all the way to the inner court.

It turned out that it was because a traitor had appeared in their outer sect. He was the one guiding the way for the white-robed youth.

All of a sudden, everyone in the inner court glared at Wang Er.

But Wang Er was not afraid at all. He even faced their gazes and stuck out his chest. This was because during his journey, no matter what danger he encountered, Yang Muyun would always protect him.

Along the way, he had clearly seen Yang Muyun's strength. At the very least, none of the people in front of him were Yang Muyun's match, so he wasn't afraid at all.

"Inner Court?" Martial Arts Practice Hall? " Yang Muyun muttered a few sentences, then raised his head, "Understood."

With that, Yang Muyun handed the sword over.

"Pfft!" The sword pierced through Wang Er's chest.

"Hero, why are you …" Wang Er stared at Yang Muyun in disbelief, he obviously didn't believe that Yang Muyun would suddenly kill him.

"You are no longer of any use." Yang Muyun glanced at Wang Er.

"You … Not to say... "Won't kill me?" Wang Er was dying.

"From beginning to end, I never said that I wouldn't kill you." Yang Muyun said, "Moreover, I hate traitors!"

"Pfft!" With another sound, the sword was pulled out.

"You …" Wang Er stretched out his finger and pointed at Yang Muyun, then fell down.

Yang Muyun didn't care about Wang Er's dead body, he went around his dead body and arrived at the center of the inner sect hall.

Everyone in the inner hall tacitly moved out of the way, and then they surrounded Yang Muyun in a circle because they could feel that Yang Muyun was really dangerous.

"Tell Qu Rong to come out and see me." Yang Muyun coldly said as before.

But this time, the inner sect hall was quiet, no one bothered with Yang Muyun, no one even opened their mouth to question or curse.

Everyone looked at him coldly, their eyes filled with killing intent.

"Still not coming out?" Yang Muyun shook his head, "Then don't blame me for starting a massacre!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword hummed incessantly.

The sword qi spread out and filled the entire inner hall.

"Not good, this kid is weird. Brothers, let's attack!" It was unknown which inner disciple suddenly shouted this sentence.

At this moment, the entire inner hall was like a barrel of gunpowder that had been ignited and suddenly exploded.

No one commanded, no one ordered, no one organized, no one formed a formation. At this moment, everyone attacked Yang Muyun with their weapons.

"Humph!" Yang Muyun coldly snorted, "Mayfly Trembling Tree, you don't know what that means!"

"Bam!" Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from out of nowhere. It was violent and turbulent, gentle and tough.

He felt as though he was stuck in a pit, unable to exert his strength. At the same time, he felt as though he had been stabbed by a knife and was in excruciating pain.

Yang Muyun suddenly jumped up and swung out his sword.

Windsword's Teardrops flourished!

Ever since Yang Muyun comprehended the Wind Sword's second move, he also discovered that both in terms of speed and power, the Wind Sword's first move had improved.

Although they did not have the second style, it was enough for these inner disciples.

When Yang Muyun entered the crowd, he was like a hungry wolf running into a flock of sheep.

Sword and metal clashed against each other.

Ping! Ping! Ping!

No one was a match for him. Slaughter, begin!