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Chapter 542 This boy deserves to be killed by everyone!
Everyone could tell that Shen family retainer Cen Ruifeng's words were already somewhat lacking in confidence.

After all, the other party comes from the Xuanyuan Sect!
Xuanyuan Sect is one of the top sects in the world and a staunch ally of the imperial court. Many of its disciples hold positions in the Six Doors and the military, wielding immense power.

Such a behemoth is difficult for the Wind and Thunder Gang to contend with.

What's more, the person who came was Yu Zhuoqun, one of the elders of the Xuanyuan Sect!

Yu Zhuoqun stood in the center of the banquet, the long sword at his waist gleaming coldly, dimming the candlelight within a three-zhang radius.

His eyes slowly swept across the entire room.

When his gaze fell upon Liang Jin, he cupped his hands in a fist salute and said:

"Master Meng, we parted ways in Yongzhou City, and I never expected to meet you here again."

"I have something to say to Shen Wanshi, but I hope it won't spoil Master Meng's enjoyment."

Yu Zhuoqun's words were barely polite.

After all, the two sides had met before and had no conflicts.

Liang Jin's eyes flashed with a sharp light, then he raised his hand to indicate that Yu Zhuoqun should go ahead.

Seeing that Liang Jin was not interfering in this feud, the people from Qingyi Tower slightly moved their hands away from the hilts of their knives.

aside.

Shen Wanshi knew that Yu Zhuoqun was someone he couldn't afford to offend, so he quickly stood up and said:
"I didn't expect Elder Yu to come in person. I have been impolite."

"Elder Yu, please take a seat. I, Shen, will punish myself by drinking three cups as an apology!"

As he spoke, Shen Wanshi picked up the wine pot and was about to pour some wine.

His hands, holding the wine jug, were damp with a thin layer of sweat, and his voice trembled with a fawning tone.

Yu Zhuoqun clearly had no intention of giving him face.

With a cold snort, the wine pot in Shen Wanshi's hand was shattered by the internal force contained in that snort, and the wine was spilled all over Shen Wanshi.

Then Yu Zhuoqun sneered:

"Shen Wanshi, you're just a greedy businessman, how dare you lay your hands on the treasures of the martial arts world?"

"You are not qualified to possess this sword monument."

Shen Wanshi stood frozen in place, the smile on his face looking more like a grimace.

He usually stuffed plenty of silver into the Xuanyuan Sect's treasury, but now he couldn't even get the slightest bit of face.

Hearing this, Liang Jin shook his head slightly.

He suddenly recalled the greedy face of Elder Beiku of Wanfo Temple a few days ago when he came to his door demanding the "Mahakara Dharma Protector's Skill," and the desire flashing in Yu Zhuoqun's eyes at this moment was exactly the same.

So-called reputable sects are no different from robbers when it comes to treasures.

The morality of this world is nothing more than a fig leaf for the strong to cover up their greed.

Yu Zhuoqun's words.

Even Cen Ruifeng, who was a respected elder, couldn't stand it anymore, and his voice continued to echo through the convoy:

“Elder Yu, the master has been kind to me, and I, Cen Ruifeng, am a person who will always repay kindness.”

"If you insist on bullying others today, aren't you afraid I'll fight you to the death?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura surged into the sky from within the convoy.

Clearly, Cen Ruifeng was already itching to make a move, and seemed ready to take action.

Cen Ruifeng believed that he and Yu Zhuoqun were both at the third rank, and if they really fought, they might both be severely injured.

He also hoped that by doing so, he could make Yu Zhuoqun wary and not dare to be too presumptuous.

But who knows.

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhuoqun burst into disdainful laughter, his voice like the hooting of an owl.

"Do you even deserve to fight to the death?"

His laughter was filled with veiled sarcasm.

As he finished speaking, everyone present suddenly felt a strange sensation.

When they looked at Yu Zhuoqun, for some reason, they couldn't seem to see his face clearly anymore.

Everyone felt as if Yu Zhuoqun's appearance was slowly disappearing from their minds, so much so that they searched for Yu Zhuoqun's shadow in the crowd, but could never be sure which one was Yu Zhuoqun.

This greatly surprised Muzhaluo:
"Strange, I seem to be having a hard time locking onto this guy's aura!"

When masters clash, especially in a chaotic battle with multiple opponents, the exchange of blows often happens in the blink of an eye, at an extremely fast pace.

The situation in a chaotic battle is far more complex than a one-on-one situation.

Not only were the opponent's movements constantly changing, but the attacks from all around never stopped, leaving the opponent overwhelmed.

At this point, if you want to accurately attack someone in a crowd, relying solely on your senses of sight and hearing is sometimes not enough.

At this point, you need to lock onto the opponent's aura in order to accurately determine their location.

But at this moment, Mu Zheluo was surprised to find that Yu Zhuoqun's face was not only disappearing, making him difficult to discern with the naked eye, but also that Yu Zhuoqun's aura was becoming increasingly dim and flickering, seemingly about to become impossible to lock onto.

This was the first time Muzheluo had encountered such a bizarre situation.

But Mr. Ding, who was standing beside him, seemed to sense something:
"It seems this is a special kind of sword intent!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhelu was startled. Another person with martial intent?
He has only been in the Great Qian Dynasty for a few days, and he has already encountered Zhen Lei and now Yu Zhuoqun, two people who have condensed martial intent.

No wonder people say that the Great Qian Dynasty is a land of outstanding people and abundant resources; it seems that this is indeed true.

at the same time.

Cen Ruifeng's exclamation also rang out:
"Yu Zhuoqun!"

"You...you actually managed to condense the Formless Sword Intent?!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhuoqun smiled proudly.

Then he withdrew his aura, and the strange feeling that had been hanging over everyone's hearts suddenly disappeared.

Everyone was then surprised to realize that Yu Zhuoqun's appearance was so clear and unchanged.

What truly changed was the hearts of the people.

This amazed everyone; as expected of an elder from a top-tier sect, he was truly extraordinary!

At this moment, Yu Zhuoqun asked:
"Cen Ruifeng, are you still going to fight me to the death?"

Yu Zhuoqun's voice was as cold as a knife, each word piercing the heart.

Shen family's retainer, Cen Ruifeng, remained silent for a long time.

Ultimately, his voice was filled with helplessness:

"Boss, let's forget about it."

If Yu Zhuoqun were just an ordinary third-rank official, he would still be confident in fighting him to the death.

But now that Yu Zhuoqun has actually condensed sword intent, he knows that he has lost the right to contend with the other party.

Even if you fight with all your might, it's destined to have no good outcome.

Shen Wanshi slumped onto the sandalwood couch.

Looking at Yu Zhuoqun's proud figure, he finally understood that he was completely helpless and could only sigh:
"You can take the sword tablet..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhuoqun turned around and glared fiercely at Shen Wanshi:
"Ok?"

Clearly, he was quite dissatisfied with Shen Wanshi's words.

Shen Wanshi trembled and could only bow respectfully, saying:
“Shen is of shallow character and is indeed unworthy of possessing this sword tablet.”

"Such a treasure of the martial world can only be fully utilized by the Xuanyuan Sect. If it continues to remain in my hands, it would truly be a waste of its precious resources, and an injustice against heaven."

"Therefore, I, Shen, request Elder Yu to accept it. This is a gift from me... willingly..."

His voice was colder than the night wind in the wilderness.

Shen Wanshi was extremely wealthy, so he wasn't worried about losing a sword tablet.

Instead, he was robbed outright without even bothering to make a show of it, which made him feel very frustrated.

Even though he was already the richest man and a top figure in the business world.

Yet, even in the presence of the core figures of these major sects who wield real martial power, they still do not deserve dignity.

Yu Zhuoqun then showed satisfaction.

Then, his gaze fell upon the sword monument, and then upon Liang Jin behind it. Yu Zhuoqun immediately smiled at Liang Jin:

"Lord Meng, I'll take this sword tablet with me."

"If Master Meng is interested, you can come to my Xuanyuan Sect to observe in the future."

As he spoke, Yu Zhuoqun took a step forward, making a move to take the sword tablet.

But then, a large hand pressed down on the sword monument.

Yu Zhuoqun frowned slightly and looked at Liang Jin, the owner of the large hand.

Liang Jin said in a deep voice:
"This stone tablet is mine."

His words were plain, but they carried an undeniable authority.

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhuoqun frowned even more deeply:

"Master Meng, isn't there something wrong with what you're saying?"

“This sword tablet belongs to Shen Wanshi, and he just said he would give it to me.”

As he spoke, Yu Zhuoqun's aura surged once more.

Although Yu Zhuoqun and Liang Jin had met before, there was no conflict between them.

But when faced with treasures, people are bound to be greedy.

People are willing to die for money. Even blood relatives can turn against each other when faced with a treasure, let alone two strangers.

Liang Jin, however, disdained to argue and continued slowly:

"If I say it's mine, then it is."

These brief words struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

He didn't give Yu Zhuoqun any face at all.

Upon hearing this, everyone from Qingyi Tower stepped forward and stared coldly at Yu Zhuoqun.

Mr. Ding and Mu Zheluo also stood up from their seats and stared at Yu Zhuoqun.

Muzhaluo, in particular, had long been secretly overjoyed!

When you see something good, you should grab it; that's the wildness a desert man should have!
Liang Jin's domineering attitude now suits Mu Zheluo's taste perfectly.

Shen Wanshi, who was standing to the side, was also taken aback.

Shen Wanshi didn't know whether Liang Jin was standing up for him or really wanted to compete for the sword tablet.

However, he prefers the latter.

After all, Shen Wanshi and Liang Jin did not have a deep friendship.

Yu Zhuoqun said in a deep voice:

"Master Meng, although this sword tablet is a treasure, its value is not as great as people think."

"It is useful for those who practice swordsmanship, but only for swordsmen of the third rank and above."

"Although it is useful, the extent of its effect is still unknown."

"For the rest of you, this sword tablet is completely useless."

"I don't think Master Meng is a swordsman, so taking this stone tablet would be meaningless for you."

At this point, Yu Zhuoqun took another step forward, exuding his aura and sword intent.

"Master Meng and my Xuanyuan Sect are destined to be together."

"Could it be that Lord Meng is going to completely turn against my Xuanyuan Sect for such a useless stone?"

Yu Zhuoqun's expression was fierce, and the long sword at his waist hummed, as if he was about to lose control and fly out of the scabbard to drink blood from his enemy.

Faced with Yu Zhuoqun's threat, the people of Qingyi Tower remained unmoved, waiting for Liang Jin's instructions.

Liang Jin slowly raised his head and looked at Yu Zhuoqun.

That one glance made Yu Zhuoqun's heart skip a beat:
"He also possesses martial intent?!"

Why didn't I notice it the last time I saw him?

"Could it be that his control over martial intent has surpassed mine?"

As a martial intent condenser, Yu Zhuoqun's perception of martial intent is far more sensitive than that of ordinary people.

Now, Liang Jin only glanced at Yu Zhuoqun and released a slight trace of martial intent, which others could not detect, but Yu Zhuoqun could sense it very clearly.

But immediately afterward, Yu Zhuoqun was startled by another question:

"How old is he? How could he possibly have martial intent?"

"Could it be... that he disguised himself, or practiced some kind of martial art that allows him to maintain his youth forever?"

There are all sorts of strange and wonderful martial arts in the world, and it is said that there was once a magical martial art that could preserve youth forever.

But true eternal youth is nothing but an illusion.

The so-called "eternal youth" is actually just maintaining a young appearance, while the internal mechanisms of the body will still age, and one will die of old age when lifespan ends.

If you calculate it, it's actually not much different from disguise.

Liang Jin spoke again:
"This stone tablet is useful to me, but useless to you."

"Elder Yu, please return."

His words were very simple, so simple that he didn't even offer a detailed explanation.

This made Yu Zhuoqun feel that Liang Jin was extremely rude, so how could he easily back down?
Sudden--

"Amitabha!"

The chanting of the Buddha's name resounded like a booming bell.

A golden light suddenly descended from the night sky.

The newcomer was an old monk dressed in a magnificent robe.

Surprisingly, the old monk's wrist was completely empty, and it was a fresh injury; his severed wrist was still bandaged.

Upon seeing the old monk, alarm bells rang in the hearts of everyone at the Green Robe Pavilion.

Because they recognized the old monk as the Venerable Beiku of Wanfo Temple who had caused trouble at Qingyi Tower a few days ago.

Muzheluo scoffed:

"A defeated opponent dares to show his face in front of us?"

The Elder of Sorrow's hand was severed by Muzhala, which is why he looked down on the Elder of Sorrow.

"But speaking of which, aren't these major sects going to hold a martial arts tournament in Yongzhou City?"

"How come they all appeared here at the same time, one or two at a time?"

Muzzarra was very surprised.

Judging by the time, the martial arts tournament in Yongzhou City should have already started by now.

Whether it's Yu Zhuoqun or Beiku, they are both representatives of their respective sects attending this martial arts conference, and they shouldn't be absent from the conference.

Mr. Ding's eyes slowly swept around, and he said in a deep voice:
"Something's wrong!"

"They... are probably after us!"

Something unusual must be going on; Mr. Ding had already sensed a conspiracy.

This made Mr. Ding glance at Liang Jin, but Liang Jin remained seated, his gaze already back on the sword monument in front of him.

This puzzled Mr. Ding. Even he, a master swordsman, couldn't discern any true essence of swordsmanship from the sword marks on the sword monument. Could it be that the host really saw something from it?
At this time on the field.

The Master of Sorrow and Bitterness stood beside Yu Zhuoqun, clearly supporting him.

His eyes widened, and he stared fiercely at Liang Jin, sneering:
"As expected of members of the Demonic Sect, not only do they practice demonic arts in private, but they also openly rob people."

"They simply don't respect the laws of my Great Qian Dynasty, nor do they respect the martial arts world of my Great Qian Dynasty!"

At this point, the Master of Sorrow and Suffering extended a finger from his single palm, pointing it towards Liang Jin:
"This child deserves to be killed by everyone!"

The elder's roar of grief caused the candlelight to flicker violently.

He had already lost one of his hands when he came to their door intending to seize it by force.

No one expected that this sorrowful elder would dare to provoke them again.

Aren't you afraid of dying?
(End of this chapter)