#231 - Chapter 231 Black Snake Curse

In the main hall of the Black Serpent Gang, an old man, about fifty years old with a gloomy face, sat at the head, listening to the information reported by his gang members. He stood up in surprise and said, "What? The Black Serpent Curse has been cracked by the Hongmen?"

The young disciple suppressed the aura emanating from the old man, his body trembling constantly, his voice filled with fear and nervousness: "Yes... Yes, Gang Leader, the Hongmen sent a white-haired swordsman named Wei Zhuang. He's incredibly strong! He went straight for the disciples who controlled the Black Serpent, forcibly breaking the Black Serpent Curse!"

Upon hearing this, a trace of shock flashed in the old man's eyes, and he muttered to himself, "That shouldn't be. Even if the Black Serpent Curse hasn't been cultivated to its peak, it shouldn't be defeated so easily, right?" Suddenly, as if he thought of something, his face turned gloomy, and he asked urgently, "What about Mo Jiao? What's his situation now?"

The disciple hesitated for a moment, stammering and afraid to answer. Seeing this, the old man immediately shouted angrily, "Speak! What exactly happened to Mo Jiao?" The disciple trembled in fear and quickly reported, "Vice Gang Leader, he... he surrendered."

"What? Impossible! Mo Jiao is my sworn brother! We've been through decades of trials and tribulations together. How could he surrender so easily?" The old man's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. His anger erupted like a volcano, and he slammed his palm heavily into the disciple's chest.

A muffled sound of "噗" was heard, and the disciple spat out a mouthful of blood. His chest instantly caved in, and he flew backward. The old man's eyes were filled with rage and killing intent, but he quickly seemed to realize his失态 (loss of composure), and a hint of regret appeared on his face.

He waved his hand, called two of his men, and said coldly, "Drag him away." Then, he turned and left the room.

While pondering what to do, the old man suddenly heard shouts of fighting coming from outside and angrily said: "What's going on now?"

The old man frowned, a hint of imperceptible worry flashing in his eyes. He slowly stood up, his steps heavy but still carrying an undeniable air of majesty. Outside the door, the shouts of fighting grew more intense, as if the entire gang was shrouded in chaos.

"Quickly investigate! What sacred being dares to run wild on my Black Serpent Gang's territory!" the old man ordered in a deep voice, his voice mixed with unquestionable determination.

Before long, a confidant rushed in, kneeling on the ground with a panicked expression: "Gang Leader, it's bad! It's the people from the Hongmen, they've directly attacked!"

Upon hearing this, the old man's face turned ashen, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "What a Hongmen, they are fearless as newborn calves!" He shouted angrily, then turned to the crowd behind him and said, "Gather all the gang members and follow me to meet the enemy!"

Before the words were finished, the old man had already rushed out of the room like an arrow, heading straight for the front yard. Along the way, he saw countless injured gang members, and the anger in his heart grew even stronger.

In the front yard, the two groups were already engaged in a chaotic battle, with the glint of blades and the splatter of blood. The old man's eyes widened in anger, his figure darting through the battlefield like a ghost. Each strike was precise and deadly, and several Hongmen disciples fell under his sword in an instant.

"Gao Jin, the Gang Leader of the Black Serpent Gang, you truly live up to your reputation, but today, the end of your Black Serpent Gang has arrived!" With a sneer, a cold and aloof swordsman walked out from the Hongmen crowd, his long sword pointing directly at the old man.

The old man snorted coldly, not taking it seriously: "You are Wei Zhuang? Young man, you are too confident. My Black Serpent Gang has stood tall for so many years, how can it be shaken by the likes of you?"

There was an undeniable arrogance in the old man's words, but Wei Zhuang only slightly raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with calmness and determination. "Gang Leader Gao, times are changing, and the Jianghu is not what it used to be. The glory of the Black Serpent Gang may have been awe-inspiring in the past, but today is the day it ends."

With that, Wei Zhuang moved, rushing towards the old man like lightning. The tip of his sword cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. Seeing this, the old man also burst forth, and the two instantly clashed. Sword light and palm wind intertwined, shrouding the entire front yard in silence.

Wei Zhuang then felt that the Black Serpent Gang leader's strength was also at the Bone Forging stage, but he felt blood and Qi deficiency, and his strength was not as good as before.

"It seems that the Sect Master's plan to subdue them will be difficult to realize."

This is also related to Cheng Feng's plan. Now, the Hongmen is not short of low-level gang members, but the mid-level strength is somewhat low.

Can skin training be able to withstand a palm of blood exchange realm? Obviously not possible

Therefore, Cheng Feng wanted to expand the Hongmen's territory and enhance the Hongmen's strength. The subduing plan came from this. This mainly relies on Wei Zhuang's powerful strength. Otherwise, Cheng Feng would not have planned this way.

The surrounding gang members and Hongmen disciples were attracted by this sudden duel between experts, and they stopped what they were doing, staring intently at this battle that would determine the fate of both sides. They saw sword shadows and palm winds constantly colliding, each impact accompanied by a deafening roar, and the ground shook due to the powerful force of the two.

Although Gao Jin was over fifty years old, his skill was profound, and his moves were seasoned. Every strike went straight for Wei Zhuang's vitals. Wei Zhuang, on the other hand, relied on his youth and extraordinary swordsmanship to dodge flexibly while looking for opportunities to counterattack. The two went back and forth, fighting inextricably, and for a time, neither could do anything to the other.

However, just as the battle entered a fever pitch, Wei Zhuang suddenly spread his figure, leaping into the air like a roc spreading its wings, his long sword turning into a dazzling streamer, taking the old man's throat. Gao Jin was shocked to see this, and he quickly used all his strength to strike out with a palm, trying to dissolve the blow.

But Wei Zhuang's swordsmanship had reached the peak of perfection, and this sword contained all his strength and will. How could it be so easily dissolved? A flash of sword light passed, and the old man's lapel was cut by the sword energy, and a slender bloodstain appeared on his chest.

Gao Jin staggered back a few steps, his eyes filled with disbelief. He never thought that he would be defeated by a young man. Wei Zhuang landed steadily, sheathed his long sword, and glanced coldly at the entire front yard.

"The era of the Black Serpent Gang is over," Wei Zhuang said lightly, "From now on, there will be no more name of the Black Serpent Gang."

As Wei Zhuang's words fell, the Hongmen disciples cheered. They knew that they had won this battle.

The Black Serpent Gang members were ashen-faced. They knew that their gang had come to an end.

Gao Jin covered his chest, quickly took out a small bottle, swallowed the pills in the bottle, grinned grimly and said: "Unfortunately, it's just a little bit short."

After saying that, he quickly took out the flute from his sleeve and began to play.