The battle between Xue San and Li Chun had reached the point of life and death.
Both were drenched in green blood, their solid muscles tearing through the remaining fabric of their clothes, looking like two green giants in combat.
Of course, Li Chun’s face was softer, especially after practicing the Cow and Horse Blood Drowning Technique, giving him an honest and simple appearance, whereas Xue San, with a triangular head, resembled a venomous snake with bulging muscles.
He wanted this guy dead!
He hated Li Chun’s sinister smile, hated the way he drank blood.
In truth, by now, Li Chun was already at his limit.
His Blood Milk had extraordinary effects, but no matter how miraculous the medicine, it eventually had its limits.
Or, rather, even the most divine medicine requires time to take effect.
And Xue San, as if mad, continued to attack relentlessly, wounded as he was.
It was no easy feat for him to hold out until now.
Yes, if it weren’t for the boost from his Blood Milk, he would have lost in thirty moves of direct confrontation.
Yet, there was no sign of fatigue on Li Chun’s face; he even seemed to enjoy it.
Being a cow and horse meant enduring hardships, and the more hardship you endure, the more enjoyable it became!
Thus, he continued to smile sinisterly, welcoming the enemy!
"Cows and horses bow down, invincible on earth!"
At this moment, he burned with life, letting out the most intense shout.
Again, an extremely intense collision erupted, flesh to flesh, blood to blood entwined, making the two appear less like humans and more like meat-grinding machines, entwining each other in the eyes of the crowd.
Suddenly, Li Chun let out a scream, flying out like a broken kite.
The gap in strength was naturally there; even if he made Xue San pay dearly, he still had to lose.
Xue San gasped heavily, his body covered in green blood, his own, Li Chun’s.
He hadn’t anticipated being injured to such an extent by Li Chun; it might take years of recovery to heal.
Thinking back, it really was a huge loss.
"Damn! I’ll kill you, you freak!"
Just then, a shadow suddenly descended from above.
"Brother Chun, I’m here to help you!"
At a glance, Zhu Xiaoming landed mid-air, slashing towards Xue San’s neck.
Exhausted from a fierce battle, Xue San had just relaxed only to be ambushed!
His reaction wasn’t slow, swiftly raising his hand!
With a bang, Zhu Xiaoming was sent flying, but the blade remained lodged in the flesh of Xue San’s nape.
Xue San spewed a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Just a few days gone, and there are two traitors in the sect already!"
Just as Xue San finished speaking, two more figures leapt at him!
"We’re here to help you!"
In the blink of an eye, two Iron Blood Sect disciples entwined themselves, locking Xue San’s hands and feet.
By this time, Li Chun had risen to his feet again!
Alongside him stood Zhu Xiaoming.
No one could stop them from being cows and horses, not even the Sect Leader!
Li Chun and Zhu Xiaoming charged together.
Seeing this, Xue San’s eyes were bloodshot.
He knew he might die; it was too late to plead guilty.
Who could have imagined there would be so many traitors!
In this situation, Xue San forcibly channeled the True Qi and Iron Blood within him.
Xue San’s body already had many wounds, and now, blood sprayed out freely from the openings, forming blood arrows.
The two Iron Blood Sect disciples locking him quickly had multiple blood holes on their bodies, but they still held tight, refusing to let go.
"Ah!" with a shout, Xue San’s right arm sprayed fresh blood, sending the Iron Blood Sect disciple on his right side flying.
Just as he attempted to break free from the restraints, almost simultaneously, Zhu Xiaoming lunged over like a human lock, completely locking him down.
Xue San looked shocked, and trying to muster strength was no longer possible.
His words were abruptly cut off, as Li Chun brushed past him, the knife on his nape having sliced through his neck completely.
As green blood sprayed, his head was barely attached to his neck by a layer of skin, yet he still wasn’t dead.
He looked at Li Chun, grimacing, and said, "Your woman got a venereal disease, only fearless old men dare to seek her, I see she’s dying!"
After this, Xue San’s body trembled and he died straight away.
Who would have thought, the Sect Leader of the Iron Blood Sect died just like that.
He had been the leader of the Iron Blood Sect for fifty-six years, more tyrant than a tyrant, and no one ever dared to defy him.
Yet, after just a few days away, everything had changed upon his return.
Even in death, he couldn’t understand why the Iron Blood Sect had changed so much.
He couldn’t help thinking of that rumor: Golden Mountain is the mountain of the Martial God, hiding the divine skill that everyone in the world desires, but it is also a fateful mountain, leaving anyone coveting its treasures unfortunate.
Is this the curse of the Golden Mountain?
Such a curse, wasn’t it too fast and too intense?
How could Xue San have known, this wasn’t the curse of the Golden Mountain at all, but rather the blessing granted by Young Hero Duan.
With Xue San dead, the Iron Blood Sect did not scatter; instead, it gave a sense of unity and camaraderie.
Those Iron Blood Sect disciples who suddenly helped Li Chun, apart from being dissatisfied with Xue San’s high-handedness, were more significantly because they recognized Li Chun.
That is, after practicing the "Cow and Horse Blood Drowning Technique," they all wanted to be cows and horses.
Cows and horses should be led by cows and horses, and Xue San was not of their kind.
Yes, that was how they felt.
Thus, they collectively overthrew the sect leader of decades.
From now on, the Iron Blood Sect would take the surname Niu (Cow)!