"Good! Come on, let's settle this with one move!" Zhao Zilong became excited.
He wasn't afraid of Chen Jie making a move, but of him not making one.
Because if Chen Jie didn't make a move, he wouldn't be able to absorb the opponent's energy and defeat them.
With that said, Chen Jie raised his bronze sword and suddenly slashed at Zhao Zilong.
As Chen Jie raised his sword, everyone's hearts fluttered.
It was as if this sword held immense terror.
At this moment, Zhao Zilong's hair stood on end, feeling as if his entire body was about to explode.
A frantic sense of unease surged within him.
What was happening?
"Stop!"
Zhao Zilong quickly shouted at Chen Jie.
But Chen Jie had already mobilized his entire body's energy.
This sword, whether it was true qi or spiritual power, was all he had mobilized.
How could he stop just because Zhao Zilong said so?
"Enough! You win! Stop quickly!" Zhao Zilong cried out.
"Stop? Then you'll have to ask my sword if it agrees!" Chen Jie sneered and then, holding his sword, he slashed at Zhao Zilong.
"Ah! Hurry and stop!"
Zhao Zilong felt that he was completely unable to block this sword.
He didn't even have the ability to dodge.
So, Chen Jie was this strong?
Even if he could absorb Chen Jie's attacking power, it had to be within a limited range of energy.
Once this energy reached a certain level, he could no longer absorb it.
Previously, Zhao Zilong thought that no one could surpass this limit, but from Chen Jie's sword, he sensed the limit.
If he were to take it head-on, death would be his only fate.
"Stop!"
At this moment, two black-clothed figures leaped from a distance.
They shouted at Chen Jie, "Zhao Zilong must not die! Otherwise, you will become an enemy of my Wufang Sect!"
"Who!"
"Who are they? We didn't detect them at all!"
Zhan Tian and Zhan Zhuo looked at them in surprise.
With their level of mastery, if someone tried to hide in the shadows, they would definitely be discovered.
But these two appeared so abruptly, and they hadn't sensed anything.
This meant that the other party was also a master.
"Wufang Sect?" Chen Jie frowned.
"That's right! Zhao Zilong is someone our Wufang Sect has taken a liking to. Friend, give us some face and let bygones be bygones with Zhao Zilong, how about it?"
One of them looked at Chen Jie and said.
"What if I don't?" Chen Jie asked.
"You don't? Then you die! Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
The other party said impolitely.
"Very good, I'd like to see how you make me refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
Chen Jie slashed his sword at Zhao Zilong.
"Ah! Save me quickly! You two good-for-nothings, hurry and save me!"
Zhao Zilong roared madly.
These two Wufang Sect members looked at each other.
They wanted to intervene, but as soon as they had the thought, they felt a great sense of crisis.
They immediately realized that Chen Jie's sword was too powerful, far beyond what the two of them could withstand.
*Puff!*
The sword descended.
Zhao Zilong blocked it with the Kunlun Fan in front of him.
With a crack, the Kunlun Fan was directly split in two.
A cold glint flashed, and Zhao Zilong's body was split vertically in half.
Zhao Zilong was dead!
"You're seeking death!" The two members of the Wufang Sect looked at Chen Jie with extremely grim expressions.
"What? Do you two want to end up like Zhao Zilong?" Chen Jie asked them.
"Hmph, you will pay for what you've done today!" The two of them gave Chen Jie a sinister look, then turned and left.
"Young Master!"
Zhao Zilong's subordinates cried out in unison.
Lin Shuang said, "Zhao Zilong is dead. There's no point in resisting any further. Surrender!"
A group of people glared at Chen Jie hatefully.
"Young Master Zhao is dead, what's the point of us living!"
"That's right! The son of the Kunlun God of War is dead like this! We don't accept it!"
"Let's fight!"
"The God of War of Kunlun had a distinguished military career throughout his life. His only son was killed! This is unfair!"
Lin Shuang's expression changed slightly.
If this news got out, it would be extremely disadvantageous to Chen Jie.
Because the son of a meritorious official, no matter how great his mistakes, should not be killed.
What's more, Chen Jie, who was competing to be the Dragon Gate Master, should definitely not have killed Zhao Zilong!
But Chen Jie remained indifferent, "Those who resist, kill!"
"We'll fight you to the death! Even if we all die today, we won't let you become the Dragon Gate Master, kill!"
A few people charged at Chen Jie without hesitation, ready to die.
Chen Jie's expression was also cold, "You chose this path, so you must bear the consequences! This is your own doing!"
*Puff puff puff...*
These people were no match for Chen Jie.
In a short while, they all fell, not a single one survived.
For a time, the smell of blood filled the entire battlefield.
Li Ziling, not far away, stared at Chen Jie blankly.
It was the first time she had seen Chen Jie so imposing.
Her small face was filled with admiration.
"Li Ziling, come with me for a moment," Chen Jie said to Li Ziling.
Li Ziling was stunned, then followed Chen Jie away.
Not long after, Li Ziling reappeared with a strange expression, following Chen Jie.
"That's about it. I've just reported to the leadership. Zhao Zilong is dead, and we can leave!" Lin Shuang said to everyone.
As he spoke, an airplane slowly flew towards them in the sky.
Soon after, everyone boarded the plane and flew towards the foot of Wutai Mountain.
The plane landed slowly, and Zhu Qing and a group of Dragon Gate members were waiting quietly.
Sheng Guofu and others were also waiting there.
"Well, I believe the results are out."
Zhu Qing smiled.
"Where is Zhao Zilong?"
"Zhao Zilong!"
"Zhao Zilong?"
Zhu Qing called out several times but received no response from Zhao Zilong.
At this moment, Lin Shuang approached him and said, "Zhao Zilong is dead!"
"What?"
"Who did it?"
Zhu Qing's face changed drastically.
Zhao Zilong was the descendant of a God of War. Regardless of whether he became the Dragon Gate Master or not, he could not have any accidents.
"I killed him!"
Chen Jie said.
Zhu Qing's face changed again, "You? Kid, do you know the consequences of what you've done!"
Lin Shuang quickly said, "Vice General Zhu, Chen Jie cannot be blamed for this. It was Zhao Zilong who tried to kill Chen Jie, so Chen Jie had to retaliate!"
"Enough!"
Zhu Qing shouted sternly.
Everyone pointed at Chen Jie.
Zhu Qing's expression was uncertain, "So, you were able to kill Zhao Zilong, which means you have the most tokens?"
Chen Jie nodded.
"Chen Jie, although your ability has been recognized by everyone, I regret to inform you that you are not suitable to be the Dragon Gate Master!"
Zhu Qing said.
"Ah? How can this be? Chen Jie clearly has the most tokens!" Lin Shuang quickly said.
"You understand what I mean!"
Zhu Qing interrupted Lin Shuang, "Our Dragon Gate is jointly managed by the White Feather God of War and the Kunlun God of War! Now, the new successor has killed the son of the old God of War. Do you think this is appropriate?"
"But..."
"No buts! I declare that the result of this competition is nullified! Chen Jie is not allowed to hold any position within the Dragon Gate!"