Liver into a martial arts legend: starting with Embroidered Spring Blade

Chapter 135 Targeted Throughout, Who Else Can Be Targeted? [Guaranteed Two-in-One]

The warm winter sun melted the remaining snow on the ground, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold winter.

The streets have regained their former vibrancy and are bustling with activity.

Xingyun Manor was also bustling with activity, overflowing with people.

One after another, luxurious carriages drove in, and fine horses stopped at the entrance. People from all walks of life, dressed in various clothes and different attire, presented their visiting cards and gathered at Xingyun Manor.

The old steward of Xingyun Manor and a group of guests and servants were responsible for receiving guests at the door. Their faces were practically frozen with smiles, and at the same time, they were extremely shocked.

Xingyun Village has never been this lively in the past ten years or so.

Moreover, almost all of the people who came today are well-known figures in the martial arts world, with most being top-tier masters and those at the innate level, and most of them having extraordinary backgrounds.

It can be said that there are chivalrous heroes among them, and no weaklings among their acquaintances.

In the main hall of the manor, the host, Long Xiaoyun, sat in the main seat and was already greeting the group of heroes who had arrived earlier.

Among them are Master Xinhu of Shaolin Temple, Shangguan Fei, the young leader of the Money Gang, and masters such as Guo Songyang, Ximen Rou, and Yi Ku from the Weapon Ranking.

Those who have a place in this hall are clearly extraordinary individuals.

But at this moment, most of these people's eyes were focused on a man in a white shirt with a melancholy air sitting on the chair next to Long Xiaoyun.

Third on the Weapon Ranking: Li Xunhuan!
A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Today, quite a few people are just here to join in the fun.

Because Li Xunhuan accepted Guo Songyang's challenge, the two decided to duel today in front of many martial arts masters.

One was ranked third on the weapons list, and the other was ranked fourth; one used throwing knives, and the other used a broadsword.

This duel is naturally highly anticipated.

If Li Xunhuan is defeated, the ranking of weapons will be rewritten.

However, Li Xunhuan acted as if he didn't see the gazes of the crowd.

He leaned against Long Xiaoyun, clutching a carved wooden sculpture tightly in his hand. His fingers were even turning white from gripping it so hard.

But he was completely unaware, his expression dazed, occasionally glancing at the stunningly beautiful figure sitting on the other side of Long Xiaoyun, his eyes hiding a deep pain and self-reproach.

This woman was also in her thirties, dressed in a green robe, with a graceful demeanor. In terms of appearance alone, she was in no way inferior to Lin Xian'er standing next to her.

However, her face was too pale, her body too thin, and even her bright eyes were filled with indifference, like a cold fairy from the moon palace, making people afraid to look directly at her.

This woman was none other than Lin Shiyin, the mistress of Xingyun Manor, Long Xiaoyun's wife, and Li Xunhuan's cousin.

Lin Shiyin seemed oblivious to the peculiar gaze directed at her from the side. She simply numbly cared for her son, Long Xiaoyun, whose martial arts had been crippled. It seemed that in her eyes, there was no room for anything else but her son.

In fact, if Long Xiaoyun hadn't pleaded with her, claiming that he could ask the martial arts masters in the arena to try and cure Long Xiaoyun, she would never have come out today.

Despite being married for over a decade, she never truly regarded Long Xiaoyun as her husband.

Her heart is dead.

She was already dead the moment that heartless man pushed her toward Long Xiaoyun.

Long Xiaoyun seemed oblivious to the unusual mood of his wife and good brother. Seeing that most of the people had arrived, he stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile, "It is truly an honor for Xingyun Manor and for me, Long, that you all could gather here today."

"Master Long, you flatter me."

"Indeed, who doesn't know the name of Master Long Si of Baoding Prefecture? It is our good fortune to be able to pay him a visit today."

"Master Long is too kind."

Everyone responded enthusiastically. Although they looked down on Long Xiaoyun, who was arrogant and domineering, they all put on a good show.

Of course, not everyone gave Long Xiaoyun face.

"Long Si, you should know why I've come!"

A man in black spoke, his gaze sharp as lightning, fixed on Li Xunhuan: "Li Xunhuan, how long are you going to wait?"

The man in black was tall and imposing, with slanted eyebrows that swept into his temples. His gaze was disdainful and arrogant. He carried a black-sheathed longsword on his back, and his entire being seemed to be one with the sword, as if it were not a sentient being. He did not take anyone else seriously and stared intently at Li Xunhuan, his fighting spirit soaring.

"That's right, no need for further unnecessary words."

On the right, a handsome young man in a yellow shirt spoke up, showing no respect for Long Xiaoyun: "Master Long, everyone has come for the duel between Scholar Li and Master Guo. Now that everyone is here, isn't it time to begin?"

Long Xiaoyun's face stiffened, a hint of humiliation and resentment flashing in his eyes. He glanced at Li Xunhuan beside him without leaving a trace, then took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and cupped his hands to the black-clad swordsman and the yellow-robed youth, saying, "Master Guo, Young Master Shangguan, please wait a moment."

"Master Guo and my sworn brother are both heroes of our time. This duel is not to be taken lightly. I have already ordered people to choose an auspicious time, but the time has not yet come."

"Moreover, today's competition is the focus of everyone's attention. Many fellow martial artists have come for this event, and some have even traveled from afar. Wouldn't it be a pity if we couldn't witness this epic duel? Perhaps we should wait for them a little longer..."

"I'm here to compete, not to be a laughingstock."

Guo Songyang interrupted, not even glancing at Long Xiaoyun, but staring coldly at Li Xunhuan: "Li Xunhuan, do you also enjoy being made a fool of during competitions?"

Li Xunhuan finally looked up, his melancholy gaze sweeping over the crowd, and said softly, "My elder brother's meaning is my meaning."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

No one expected that Long Xiaoyun actually had such influence that Li Xunhuan would listen to his every word.

Guo Songyang frowned, seemingly somewhat surprised, but since Li Xunhuan had already said so, he could only look at Long Xiaoyun and ask, "Then what time is the auspicious time that Master Long mentioned?"

Long Xiaoyun was secretly pleased, but he remained calm on the surface and said with a smile, "It's not late, it's only a quarter past noon. But it's still early. It's a rare and grand occasion for so many martial arts practitioners to gather together. You can take this opportunity to exchange martial arts insights. I have already ordered people to prepare wine and food. After you have eaten and drunk your fill at noon, it won't be too late for the competition."

"No need!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Songyang immediately stood up and said, "Then I'll come back at noon!"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Everyone was somewhat surprised, not expecting Guo Songyang to have such a strong personality.

Long Xiaoyun's expression was also not very good. He knew, of course, that most people here were only here because of Li Xunhuan, but Guo Songyang's actions showed that he didn't take him seriously at all.

Long Xiaoyun harbored resentment in his heart, but he could only swallow his anger. He looked at the others, cupped his hands, and said, "Since Master Guo wants to come again at noon, I will not insist. I wonder if you gentlemen could give me the opportunity to entertain you?"

"You're too kind, Master Long."

"Now that we're here, we'll just follow Master Long's arrangements."

This time, everyone was very respectful; even Shangguan Fei didn't say anything more, and no one left early.

Long Xiaoyun's expression softened slightly, and he was about to speak.

At this moment, a man suddenly stood up and said, "Although the main event today is the competition between Li Tanhua and Master Guo, we've already come all this way, so there's no need for us to just sit around."

This was an old man with disheveled hair, a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his face covered with knife scars. His left leg had been severed at the root, and he was leaning on a metal cane. He was also wearing a yellow shirt, which was so dirty that the color was indistinguishable. He looked extremely slovenly.

But none of the people in the hall dared to underestimate him.

This is because this person is also a famous figure on the weapons ranking list, ranked eighth, the Vajra Iron Crutch, Zhuge Gang, nicknamed "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies".

Zhuge Gang, with his triangular eyes, looked directly at a blue-faced man in the corner and said, "Before the duel between Scholar Li and Master Guo begins, Brother Ximen, how about we two take the lead and let everyone broaden their horizons?"

The blue-faced man suddenly stood up, met his gaze, sneered, and said, "Very well, I've been wanting to see your iron crutch for a long time!"

This young man is Ximen Rou, ranked seventh on the Weapon Ranking, known as the "Whip God".

Everyone knew that the two were ranked only one place apart on the weapons list, and Zhuge Gang was definitely not satisfied, while Ximen Rou had been famous for many years and was naturally not afraid.

Although their battle wasn't as fierce as the clash between Li Xunhuan and Guo Songyang, it was still very interesting, and everyone's faces were filled with anticipation, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Long Xiaoyun pondered for a moment and said, "In that case, please come to the front courtyard for a battle, so that all of you can broaden your horizons..."

"How long are you going to drag this out?!" Before he could finish speaking, Lin Shiyin suddenly stood up and looked at him coldly.

Long Xiaoyun was immediately embarrassed and whispered, "Shiyin, you..."

"If you don't bring it up, I'll go ask for it myself!" Lin Shiyin showed him no respect whatsoever.

Long Xiaoyun's face turned pale and then red, and he was almost unable to control his temper. In front of so many fellow martial artists, he was still a man and had to save face.

However, during this period of time, his reputation has been almost completely trampled on.

"Brother, since it was my mistake, let me explain."

Just as Long Xiaoyun was about to explode, Li Xunhuan spoke up and suppressed his anger.

Long Xiaoyun took a deep breath, forced a smile, and said, "Brother, as I've already said, this is a misunderstanding..."

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, since I caused this trouble, I should make amends for it."

Li Xunhuan sighed softly, glanced at Lin Shiyin, hesitated as if to speak, but ultimately did not speak. Instead, he turned to the first seat on the left, where the Shaolin monk was seated, stood up, bowed, and said, "I have long admired Master Xinmei's name. Today, Li Xunhuan has a request to make."

“Layman Li, you are too kind. Please speak frankly.” An old monk with white eyebrows stood up and returned the greeting. He was none other than Master Xinmei, the Dharma protector monk who had come on behalf of Shaolin Temple.

Li Xunhuan bowed again, then turned to look at Long Xiaoyun, who was pale beside Lin Shiyin, and said, "He is my sworn brother's only son, Long Xiaoyun. A few days ago, when I entered the pass, I accidentally injured him. I have long heard that Shaolin Temple is very famous for its healing methods. I would like to ask Master Xinmei to take a look at him and see if he can be cured."

Everyone suddenly realized why they had noticed Long Xiaoyun's weak physique these past few days, which did not match the rumors of his genius. It turned out that he had been injured by Li Xunhuan.

Master Xinmei glanced at Long Xiaoyun, nodded, and said, "This humble monk can only take a look first. I dare not say whether he can be cured."

Long Xiaoyun looked grateful and quickly said, "Thank you for your help, Master. Whether or not I can be cured, I will be eternally grateful."

"Thank you, Master," Li Xunhuan replied.

Master Xinmei nodded slightly, walked straight to Long Xiaoyun, and smiled, "Please give this humble monk your hand, young benefactor."

Long Xiaoyun quickly reached out her hand, her face showing nervous anticipation.

Master Xinmei placed a hand on Long Xiaoyun's wrist, circulated his true energy, and began to probe within Long Xiaoyun's body.

After a moment, his expression changed slightly. He withdrew his hand, turned around and bowed to Long Xiaoyun and Li Xunhuan, saying, "Amitabha! Master Long, your son's meridians are in disarray, and his Ren and Du meridians are even broken. There is no possibility of repair. This humble monk is powerless to help."

Their expressions changed.

Long Xiaoyun burst into tears again, turned around and hugged Lin Shiyin, crying out, "Mother! I'm ruined! I can never practice martial arts again! It's all that bad man's fault, it's all his fault! You have to stand up for me, Mother! Waaah..."

Long Xiaoyun cried, turned around and pointed at Li Xunhuan, her face full of resentment.

Li Xunhuan's face turned pale, and he staggered back a few steps.

"shut up!"

A hint of grief flashed in Long Xiaoyun's eyes, but he forcibly suppressed it, and shouted angrily, "If you hadn't been so arrogant and ignorant, and hadn't provoked me, would your Uncle Li have accidentally hurt you? Besides, he is my brother. Even if he had just crippled you, or even killed you, you little beast, it would have been justified!"

Everyone was deeply moved by Long Xiaoyun's loyalty.

Li Xunhuan was deeply moved: "Brother..."

Why are you yelling at him?!

Lin Shiyin stood up to protect Long Xiaoyun, her face flushed with anger. She glared at Long Xiaoyun and Li Xunhuan, gritting her teeth as she said, "You two are such good brothers, but he is my son!"

As she spoke, she turned and bowed to Master Xinmei, pleading, "Master, I've heard that your sect has the Yi Jin Jing, a unique martial art that specializes in treating and regulating the meridians. There should be hope that it can save him, right?"

"This……"

Master Xinmei hesitated, saying, "Given the wondrous nature of the Yi Jin Jing, there should be a chance to repair your son's meridians. However, this skill is a secret technique of our Shaolin School, never to be passed on to outsiders. Even among the monks of Shaolin, only the abbots of successive generations have been allowed to practice it..."

The light in Lin Shiyin's eyes dimmed.

Long Xiaoyun said urgently, "If Master is willing to lend a helping hand, I would be willing to give up everything I own!"

"Amitabha!" Master Xinmei shook his head and sighed softly, no longer speaking, but his meaning was quite clear.

The rules of Shaolin Temple are unbreakable.

"This is all your doing!" Lin Shiyin said with a grief-stricken expression. She glared at Li Xunhuan and then took Long Xiaoyun's hand as she got up and left. Although her steps were light, they shattered Li Xunhuan's heart.

"How could it have come to this? How could it have come to this! Could this be the will of Heaven...?"

Long Xiaoyun stamped his feet and sighed deeply, utterly dejected.

The group exchanged glances and sighed inwardly, but since it was a family matter, no one said much.

After this incident, the atmosphere in the manor became somewhat somber.

The somber atmosphere was only somewhat dispelled when the duel between Ximen Rou and Zhuge Gang began.

As the warm sunlight streamed in, everyone gathered in the open space in the front yard.

Zhuge Gang, leaning on his iron crutch, hopped and skipped to the middle of the courtyard, looking quite comical, but no one dared to laugh at him; all their faces were serious.

Ximen Rou also stepped out from the crowd, and he had somehow acquired a black leather whip in his hand, which was almost seven or eight meters long.

It should be noted that the longer this kind of soft weapon is, the more difficult it is to master, yet he can wield such a long soft whip, which shows his extraordinary skill.

Zhuge Gang stared intently at Ximen Rou and sneered, "I want to see why Bai Xiaosheng ranked your whip seventh when he compiled the weapon rankings back then."

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Ximen Rou stared at him coldly, without any fear.

Neither of them made the first move; they simply stared at each other, neither wanting to reveal any weakness.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Nearly a hundred martial arts masters stood on both sides, their expressions excited and expectant, ready to witness this rare duel.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Although no one urged him, Zhuge Gang couldn't hold back any longer. He shouted, "Fine! If you don't want to reveal your weakness first, then let me try your snake whip first!"

hum~
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Gang took the lead and his iron crutch, weighing dozens of kilograms, flew through the air. His first move was his signature technique – Sweeping Across a Thousand Armies.

This move was powerful and heavy, and a sharp whistling sound filled the air. Anyone could see the terrifying power contained in this move.

Even if someone is a master of external martial arts, they would probably be brutally beaten to a pulp on the spot.

This is clearly a trend!

Zhuge Gang has honed his skills for many years, and although he has not yet reached the level of artistic conception, he is not far from it.

Ranked eighth on the weapons list, it truly lives up to its reputation!

crackling——

With a loud bang, Ximen Rou also made her move. Her long whip cracked and coiled around Zhuge Gang like a venomous snake, using softness to overcome hardness and cleverly neutralizing Zhuge Gang's attack.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.

The two forces, extremely soft and extremely hard, were clearly displayed on these two people at this moment, which was very entertaining to watch, but also fraught with danger.

Everyone watched with rapt attention, secretly exclaiming how satisfying it was, and that today's trip had truly been worthwhile.

“‘Whip God’ truly lives up to his name. Zhuge Gang has been famous for many years and is indeed incredibly powerful. I just wonder who will win between these two?” someone commented.

"Judging from the situation, the two are evenly matched in skill and weaponry, both having reached the 'momentum' level. If there are no surprises, it should end in a draw."

"But Zhuge Gang took the initiative to challenge Ximen Rou today. If he cannot defeat Ximen Rou, even if it ends in a draw, the ranking on the weapon ranking list will definitely not change."

Amidst the hushed whispers of the crowd, the two continued their fierce battle for dozens of rounds, with neither revealing a weakness.

"It seems these two are destined to be evenly matched today!" someone sighed.

Clearly, no one expected that the two people ranked seventh and eighth on the weapons list would be so evenly matched in martial arts.

I wondered what changes the weapon rankings would undergo after today.

Now it seems unlikely that any unexpected events will occur.

"That's not necessarily true!"

A calm voice rang out from behind the crowd.

The person next to him lit up and turned around to ask, "Oh? Do you perhaps think there could be some other unexpected changes?"

The man said calmly, "The two are only ranked one place apart on the weapon ranking list, so their martial arts skills must not be too different. Zhuge Gang couldn't possibly not know this."

"But he still took the initiative to challenge Ximen Rou today, which must be because he wanted to defeat Ximen Rou in front of everyone and prove that the 'Iron Crutch' is stronger than the 'Snake Whip'. So he must have made preparations."

Or perhaps it was to verify what this person said.

At that moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

Faced with Ximen Rou's whip strike once again, Zhuge Gang abandoned his previous strategy of direct confrontation and instead switched to defense.

"Clang!" The iron crutch slammed into the ground, and Zhuge Gang was lifted into the air. He then used the iron crutch to meet the long whip in mid-air. The whip tip curled back and immediately wrapped around the iron crutch.

At the same time, Zhuge Gang began to descend, but suddenly flipped upside down during the descent, his iron crutch wrapped with a long whip, and plunged straight into the ground.

Then, Zhuge Gang stood on one foot, using his iron crutch for leverage, and spun around like a top. His body moved the iron crutch, and the long whip wrapped around it also spun with him, becoming tighter and shorter.

Ximen Rou gripped the long whip, and was involuntarily pulled over. In just a moment, most of the seven or eight-meter-long snake whip was wrapped around the iron crutch.

"what!"

The crowd gasped in surprise.

At that moment, Zhuge Gang also moved, his single leg sweeping out like an iron crutch towards Ximen Rou.

He used his leg as a crutch and unleashed the same move, "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies," leaving Ximen Rou with no way to avoid it.

The whip was entangled in the iron crutch, and he couldn't pull it out. The only way to break the deadlock was to abandon the whip and dodge.

But he is known as the "God of Whips" and ranks seventh on the weapon ranking list. If he loses his whip in battle, what face does he have to call himself the "God of Whips"?
No one expected that the situation would change dramatically in just a short time.

"Ximen Rou has been defeated." The calm voice rang out again, confirming the outcome of the battle.

But at this moment, everyone was too preoccupied to pay attention to anything else, their eyes glued to the spectacular battle unfolding before them, eager to see how Ximen Rou would break the deadlock.

Only Li Xunhuan seemed to find the voice somewhat familiar. He turned his head and glanced at it, a look of surprise immediately appearing on his face. He frowned and said, "It's him?"

Another gasp rang out from the crowd.

In a short while, Ximen Rou had come up with a way to break the deadlock. With a soft shout, she suddenly began to spin rapidly around the iron crutch, trying to pull the long whip away from it.

Everyone exclaimed in admiration, "The 'Whip God' truly lives up to his name!"

"The idea is good, but unfortunately, it's useless. Zhuge Gang practiced this move specifically to counter Ximen Rou's soft whip. How could he not have a backup plan?" The calm voice rang out again.

Sure enough, things changed again.

Zhuge Gang turned his toes and his body spun around, clearly anticipating Ximen Rou's counterattack. He didn't give Ximen Rou a chance to pull out his whip and create distance, keeping his toes close to Ximen Rou's chest.

If this continues, Ximen Rou, who will be unable to leverage her strength, will definitely be the first to lose.

Ximen Rou's expression changed drastically. In a moment, she was forced into a desperate situation, her face covered in cold sweat. She had no way to break the deadlock. If she did not let go and took Zhuge Gang's kick head-on, she would be seriously injured even if she did not die!

"Sigh!" With a sigh, Ximen Rou gritted her teeth. Between death and defeat, she ultimately chose the latter, releasing the snake whip and creating distance.

Swish!
The two landed at the same time, and the outcome was already decided.

Ximen Rou's face was pale. Looking at the snake whip that had fallen into Zhuge Gang's hand, her eyes dimmed, and she said, "I have lost."

"Hahaha!"

Zhuge Gang laughed loudly, withdrew the snake whip, threw it to Ximen Rou, and said, "Thank you for your generosity! Thank you for your generosity!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

No one expected that this evenly matched duel would end in this way.

In the end, it turned out that Zhuge Gang, who took the initiative to challenge, was the one who won.

Of course, although Ximen Rou was defeated, no one could deny his prowess, because everyone could see that Zhuge Gang's final move, "using people as a crutch" to sweep through the enemy ranks, was indeed specifically trained to deal with Ximen Rou.

No matter who it is, the only way to break this stalemate is to abandon the long whip.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but look at the person who had just declared that Ximen Rou would definitely lose. This person was able to see the change in Zhuge Gang's move from the very beginning and was certain that Zhuge Gang had practiced this move specifically to deal with Ximen Rou. He was obviously an extraordinary person.

Ximen Rou couldn't help but look over. Although he was in the middle of the battle, he heard the man's assessment. He just didn't expect that the final result would be exactly as the man had said.

He was curious about who it could be.

But when everyone looked, they couldn't help but be stunned.

In their view, someone with such vision and experience must be a seasoned veteran of the martial arts world, or at the very least a middle-aged man in his thirties. They never expected that he would be such a young person.

Behind the crowd stood a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a purple robe. He was handsome and exceptionally noble, yet his brows carried a calm and dignified air that belied his age, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life and remained unperturbed.

Beside him stood three other people, one man and two women, all of whom possessed extraordinary bearing.

"It's you?!"

Long Xiaoyun exclaimed in surprise first, then quickly suppressed the resentment and killing intent in his eyes, forced a smile, cupped his hands, and said, "I didn't expect that you would still come."

"How could I not come to witness such a grand event? Besides, even though Master Long has put aside past grievances and extended an invitation to me, wouldn't it be ungrateful of me not to come?" the young man said calmly.

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes flickered, and they vaguely guessed the young man's identity.

"Master Long, could this person be the one who stole your golden silk armor, came to your door to bully you, and threatened you after killing you?" A dignified old man with a face like a red date and a long beard reaching his belly asked.

Long Xiaoyun's face stiffened, and he forced a smile, saying, "To be honest, I am not as skilled as you, so there's nothing to say."

This statement was obviously an admission.

The crowd was even more astonished. The person who could kill more than a dozen experts and suppress Long Xiaoyun to the point that he dared not raise his head was such a young man.
"Humph!"

The dignified old man suddenly snorted coldly and said, "You stole someone's treasure and then dared to come to their door to kill them. How is such behavior any different from that of the demonic path?"

"While Master Long may not pursue this matter, I cannot stand by and watch. Today, I must intervene no matter what!"

As he spoke, the old man stepped forward, looked at Jiang Xuan, and said coldly, "If you return the Golden Silk Armor to Master Long and kowtow to Master Long in front of all the martial arts practitioners, I can consider you young and arrogant, ignorant and conceited, and will not pursue this matter any further!"

This old man not only had a dignified appearance, but also spoke in an extremely domineering manner. His gaze was full of arrogance and self-importance, clearly indicating that he was a person who was used to giving orders.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

The crowd's eyes flickered, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

Instead, many other people came up and surrounded Jiang Xuan and his group of four, their eyes filled with hostility. Their purpose was obvious.

They were already on good terms with Long Xiaoyun, and with fellow martial artists from all sides present, they wanted to stand up for Long Xiaoyun and demonstrate their loyalty.

"Hand over the stuff! Or die!"

Ximen Rou also came up and spoke coldly.

He was already frustrated by his defeat at the hands of Zhuge Gang, and this man had just pinpointed the fact that he was destined to lose. If the other party were truly a senior martial arts master, it would be one thing, but he was just a young man in his early twenties pretending to be profound.

This was undoubtedly an insult to him, and he absolutely could not tolerate it!
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xuan and his group of four had just appeared when they became the target of everyone's attacks, being targeted by more than half of the experts present.

However, the four remained fearless in the face of this situation.

Jiang Xuan's expression remained calm as his gaze slowly swept over the surrounding crowd, finally settling on Long Xiaoyun, who was watching the show from behind. He said indifferently, "Master Long, have you thought this through?"

"History is about to repeat itself. If they die here today, they will die for you."

Long Xiaoyun's expression changed slightly.

"presumptuous!"

The dignified old man immediately roared, "You brat are truly arrogant beyond measure! With so many fellow martial artists here, how dare you be so domineering? Do you really think I am..."

laugh!
Before he could finish speaking, the old man's body trembled, and a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, slowly oozing blood. Within the blood, sword intent raged, rapidly destroying his life force.

His face was filled with fear and disbelief as he looked at Jiang Xuan. He clearly did not expect that Jiang Xuan would dare to commit violence in front of so many people.

As he lay dying, a look of regret appeared in his eyes. He regretted that he had insisted on stepping forward, but it was too late.

bang——

The old man collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

In an instant, the entire place fell silent, filled with shock.

The surrounding crowd retreated in unison.

"Shut up!" Jiang Xuan coldly glanced at the old man's corpse, then looked at the others: "Anyone else who wants to be the first to stick their neck out, step forward."

Jiang Xuan shifted his gaze to Ximen Rou, who was standing relatively close to the front: "You?"

Ximen Rou swallowed hard, looked around, her face flushed, and wanted to retreat back into the crowd, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, leaving her in a dilemma.

"I..." He was about to speak, thinking that he could say a few harsh words and then back down without losing too much face.

But just as he opened his mouth, a flash of light suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Swah——

Ximen Rou's eyes widened as extreme fear surged into her mind, instantly experiencing the fear and despair of the dignified old man before his death.

Instinctively, he tried to dodge, but felt his body stiffen and he couldn't move. It was as if a huge force was pressing down on him, and even his soul was frozen. He could only watch helplessly as the blade fell from above his head.

"Stop!" Li Xunhuan finally came to his senses and hurriedly got up to stop them, but it was too late.

wow-

As the golden blade flashed, the 'Whip God,' ranked seventh on the weapon list, was instantly cleaved in two, its blood and internal organs splattering all over the ground in a gruesome display.

Jiang Xuan slightly raised his eyes, glanced at Li Xunhuan's unpleasant expression, and then looked around: "Who else?"

(End of this chapter)