Chapter Eleven: Are You Questioning Me?

Lin Hao frowned. Li Qingchuan’s intent to kill him was indeed urgent. By slaying Xu Yansong, he had unwittingly given them a legitimate reason to execute him.

It was clear now that they had no intention of letting him ascend the Dragon Gate.

“I want to ascend the Dragon Gate!” Lin Hao shouted, gathering all his strength. His voice thundered across the entire Tai Xuan Sect.

“What are you waiting for? Kill him!” Li Kaixian commanded.

“Lin Hao, you bear the guilt of your crime and have no right to ascend the Dragon Gate,” Li Qingchuan said, drawing a sharp sword and stepping toward Lin Hao. “By the elder’s decree, I now sentence you to death.”

With that, Li Qingchuan raised his sword, slicing down at Lin Hao with a triumphant smile.

Whoosh!

Li Qingchuan’s sword was swift and deadly—his desire to kill Lin Hao was extreme.

Under countless watchful eyes, his sword descended from above, aiming to sever Lin Hao’s body in two.

Yet, Li Qingchuan’s smile froze instantly. The sword did not cut through the resistance of flesh.

An afterimage!

“Senior Brother Li, be careful!” someone shouted.

Li Qingchuan sensed a rush of wind behind him and turned sharply, only to see a fist barreling toward his face.

Though Li Qingchuan was a formidable seventh-level Qi Sea master, his reflexes quickened. With a surge of true energy, he leapt back several feet, narrowly dodging Lin Hao’s punch.

“Bastard!” Li Qingchuan roared in fury. Everyone else was stunned.

Especially Li Kaixian, a mighty Hua Yuan Realm expert whose keen eyes were far from ordinary.

“What kind of movement technique is that?” Li Kaixian’s eyes shone with astonishment. That moment was breathtaking—Lin Hao, at such close range, not only evaded Li Qingchuan’s sword but counterattacked from behind instantly.

It was lightning-fast.

Li Qingchuan’s rage surged. His true energy roiled as he lunged at Lin Hao once more.

Sigh!

Lin Hao inwardly sighed. The gap between them was vast—he was no match.

But he refused to believe that the Tai Xuan Sect’s leadership would let Li Qingchuan father and son kill him so easily. Could they truly dominate the sect with just their two hands?

“Stop!”

A sharp command rang out, and another Hua Yuan Realm expert stepped forward.

An elder, clad in Taoist robes, around fifty years old, with white hair and beard but a spirited countenance, appeared. The moment he arrived, he pointed a beam of light that descended onto the martial arena, blocking Li Qingchuan’s attack.

“Ren Baichuan, what do you mean by this?” Li Kaixian’s expression shifted.

“I’m here to give him the chance to ascend the Dragon Gate,” Ren Baichuan said firmly.

“Brother Hao, this might be your chance. Ren Baichuan is the sect’s chief alchemist, holding an exalted position,” Huang Liang said.

An alchemist was a rare and respected profession, revered everywhere. If Tai Xuan Sect were expelled, the chief alchemist alone would never lack opportunities elsewhere.

Such a person needed no patronage.

“No. He killed an outer sect elder. I have exercised my authority asI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.