"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
Shen Zongao, the leader of Yue Mountain Sect, roared in fury, charging towards Mike like a mad dog.
"Kill him!"
"Damn it, I'll use you to sharpen my sword!"
The disciples from the Zhao family also shouted angrily.
However, none of them actually moved to attack. Instead, they were all crouching on the ground, one hand clutching their buttocks and the other covering their groins, unable to free up their hands to kill Mike.
As they felt the stares and heard the screams of others, they wished they could just disappear into the ground!
But they didn't dare to stand up.
"I... I don't know how this happened, everyone, I'm sorry!" Mike said, feeling extremely awkward. What kind of spiritual treasure was this?
It could absorb weapons, sure, but why did it also absorb their clothes?
Having no other choice, Mike quickly broke free and ran towards Baiku Mountain.
"You bastard, come back here and give me back my clothes!"
"When I catch you, I'll slice you to pieces!"
The disciples from the Zhao family and Yue Mountain Sect shouted loudly.
The surrounding people held back their laughter and continued their battles, not caring about the Zhao family or Yue Mountain Sect—after all, they were bound to be eliminated soon.
Meanwhile, on the Taixuan Holy Land plaza, the senior figures of Yue Mountain Sect and Zhao family were blushing with embarrassment!
Their disciples had been stripped of their clothes.
The two families' disciples were standing naked in the Sandstorm Valley, while thousands of others passed by, fighting near them as if it were a sightseeing event. It was a sight that was incredibly uncomfortable to watch.
"Hahaha, the disciples of Yue Mountain Sect are pretty pale!"
"The Zhao family's Zhao Xian has quite a nice little behind, hahaha!"
The surrounding mockery made the senior members of both families wish they could turn and leave right away.
But if they left, what would happen to their disciples?
Even the elders of Taixuan Holy Land felt a bit awkward and quickly shifted the view of the magical mirror to another part of the battlefield.
"That little Taoist must be from the Changsheng Temple, right? His Seven-Treasure Gourd is so strange. How can it absorb people's clothes?" one elder muttered.
Others nodded, just as confused. They had never heard of such a treasure before.
But they didn't think too much about it. After all, this assessment was just a small test for the younger generation—it wasn't something worth paying attention to, especially since this round of testing was meant to pave the way for their Taixuan Holy Land disciples.
Mike, using his impressive lightness technique, quickly realized that the number of people ahead of him was much smaller now.
"Could it be that I actually have a chance at winning the 5,000 taels of silver?" Mike thought, his face lighting up.
The top hundred would receive a reward of 5,000 taels of silver.
With that much money, he could pay off the gambling debt he owed to Li Hanzhou, and the rest he could keep for his own cultivation. Maybe even buy some clothes for his junior disciples.
Thinking about that, Mike was even more motivated.
"Who's that Taoist, what a fast lightness skill!" At that moment, a booming voice shouted, followed by a figure blocking Mike's path.
The man had a powerful aura, with a curved blade hanging from his waist, looking particularly sharp.
"Shen Zongao from Yue Mountain Sect!"
Seeing the newcomer's attire, Mike's heart sank. This person's aura was at least level seven—he was no match for him.
"A down-and-out Taoist disciple managed to catch up to the top thirty? Impressive, but that position isn't something a mere fifth-level martial artist like you can take just because you're fast," Shen Zongao said slowly.
Mike knew he wasn't going to be able to defeat him. Shen Zongao was the top disciple of Yue Mountain Sect, with a reputation that far surpassed his own.
Without hesitation, Mike took out the Seven-Treasure Gourd.
It immediately emitted a bright green light, making Shen Zongao's face glow green.
"What's this?" Shen Zongao scoffed, confident that even if the gourd was a Seven-Treasure Gourd, its green light was a sure sign that it wasn't real. He didn't believe a small-time fifth-level martial artist like Mike could affect his weapon.
"Try to take my weapon, huh?" Shen Zongao sneered.
However, as he attempted to resist, the gourd's suction power suddenly intensified. Mike activated it with a shout: "Absorb!"
A powerful force surged from the gourd, pulling towards Shen Zongao.
"Hmph!" Shen Zongao snorted coldly, his body glowing with golden light.
"Thousand-Jin Body!"
He activated his technique, locking his weapon firmly in place.
"You think you can take my weapon?" he sneered.
But suddenly, Shen Zongao's clothes ripped apart with a loud sound. Before he even realized what happened, his clothes, and even his undergarments, were sucked into the gourd, leaving him standing naked in front of Mike.
"What the hell!"
Shen Zongao crouched down, his face turning red as he quickly covered his private parts. His blade was also sucked into the gourd.
Mike stared at him in shock, realizing that the gourd had also absorbed the clothes of a top expert like Shen Zongao.
"What the hell kind of treasure is this?" Shen Zongao cursed, his face filled with humiliation.
"Give me my clothes back!"
Shen Zongao was about to cry. He was known as one of the top geniuses, but now he was standing there naked—how was he supposed to face the world?
"Sorry, your clothes were torn, can't give them back." Mike quickly apologized, then said, "I'll be going now. If you run into your fellow disciples later, just ask them for a new set."
With that, Mike activated his lightness skill and fled.
"You bastard, come back here!"
Shen Zongao cursed loudly.
"Hahaha!"
At that moment, some disciples from behind caught up and saw Shen Zongao crouching naked on the ground. They couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Laugh all you want, when I get out, I'll kill you!"
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
The disciples behind burst into uncontrollable laughter, and Shen Zongao, utterly humiliated, had no strength to retort.
He was seriously considering defecting to another country and starting a new life, far away from this disgrace.