Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 325 The Sleeve God Unleashes His Power
Zigui County Town.

According to folklore, Qu Yuan's sister, Qu Yaogu, transformed into a cuckoo bird in grief over her brother's drowning. She cried out day and night, "My brother is coming back," hence the name cuckoo, which later became a homophone for Zigui.

This place is home to many famous and talented people, and its martial arts culture is also very strong.

The three traveled day and night without rest, and should have been exhausted.

The three villains, though skilled in martial arts, seemed to have inexhaustible energy. As they traveled, they bickered with each other, telling jokes of all kinds, some vulgar and some elegant.

Ding'an was a tight-lipped man who wouldn't utter a word even after three blows, so Hongxiu started to argue with Ren Shaoyang.

As a result, the two inevitably started bickering again.

Ren Shaoyang was skilled at sophistry, had a sharp tongue, and wouldn't take the bait. Hongxiu lost more often than she won, and she was resentful and furious, so she would cause trouble for Ding'an whenever she had the chance.

Ding'an was filled with bitterness, with nowhere to relieve it, so he could only hug his white donkey and mutter to himself when he had nothing to do.

This made Donkey Brother's ears droop, and the boss became impatient.

As the three entered the county town, Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu raised their eyebrows simultaneously and said to Ding'an, "Be careful."

Ding An sighed, "Hurry up and pack so we can go meet Old Madam Yue."

Ren Shaoyang looked at Hongxiu: "You're good at large-scale disinfection."

Hongxiu smiled gently: "Okay."

As they drove through the streets, the people who passed by couldn't help but look on.

The white donkey looked incredibly handsome, and the driver, Ren Shaoyang, was dressed like a noble young master. But that wasn't all; twelve gold plaques hung on the carriage, glittering and jingling. How could anyone not be amazed and envious?

"Hehe, I'll be right back."

Hongxiu's voice still lingered in my ears, but her figure had already vanished from the car without a trace.

Looking again, I saw her standing on the street corner, smiling as she looked at the old woman selling oranges and dates.

The old woman was clearly very old. Holding the scale, she looked at Hongxiu kindly and asked, "Little girl, would you like some oranges?"

Hongxiu looked at the weight that seemed to be pointing at her throat, and the tangerines in the old woman's hand that exuded a cloyingly sweet aroma, and smiled even more broadly: "How much is it?"

"Five coins a pound."

Wow, so cheap?

"Hehe, we grew them ourselves."

"Grandma, I'm talking about your life."

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Ding An craned his neck to look, then shook his head and said, "That old hag is something else. Her scales, her posture, her oranges, even the baskets on the ground—everything about her is deadly. If the little beggar is even slightly distracted, he'll be riddled with holes and blood will flow everywhere."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "It's a pity she ran into a little beggar."

“Yes, the little beggar is getting more and more amazing.” Ding’an looked at the pedestrians around him. “She can hold back the old woman’s killing moves and protect the unsuspecting pedestrians on the street. That’s really remarkable.”

Just then, Ren Shaoyang said, "Alright, the girl is about to make her move."

Shooting?

How to make a move?

Just as the old woman rolled her eyes and strained her right hand, intending to stab the scale into the little beggar's neck...

Hongxiu smiled.

That smile was as charming as the warm spring sun, so beautiful it was mesmerizing.

Upon seeing this smile, the old woman paused for a moment.

Just then, a "plop" sound was heard.

The orange in her hand suddenly sprayed out a stream of orange juice.

As the juice was in mid-air, it suddenly turned red, slicing through the air with a sharp, metallic sound!
"Uh-huh~!"

The old woman's eyes bulged out, she clutched her neck, and fell backward.

Hongxiu chuckled, picked and chose in her basket, and found three big, round oranges, muttering, "A thief never leaves empty-handed." Clutching the oranges, she dashed back to the donkey cart.

After a while, several more figures landed on the street corner.

"How did Grandma Fruit die?"

"I don't know!"

"have a look!"

Several people craned their necks to look.

The old woman who died staring wide-eyed quietly reddened.

bass!
Several people covered their eyes and screamed in agony. Then, a "crack" sounded as a gash appeared on the back of their heads, and their brains splattered out. They all collapsed to the ground with a thud, dying silently.

"Wow, such sweet oranges in early spring?" Ding'an exclaimed, chewing on the orange.

He not only praised it repeatedly, but also pinched the orange peel with his hand.

"Squeak~"

In the alley, a middle-aged man with triangular eyes, who was about to throw a dart, was swallowed up by a glint of light from a shadowy figure. Like a deflated balloon, his life force leaked out, and he died a crumpled, lifeless death.

Ren Shaoyang chewed a few times, spat out the seeds, and laughed, "It's delicious, but there are too many seeds."

Hongxiu's eyes sparkled as she smiled and said, "Yes, there are quite a lot."

Upstairs in the restaurant, a man in his forties with a ruddy complexion and a bald head was about to blow a blowgun at Ren Shaoyang when he suddenly let out a miserable groan, covered his mouth with his hand, and blood flowed from between his fingers.

Those around them were taken aback and exclaimed, "Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The man released his grip, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Two teeth lay in the blood, and he slurred, "I... I just felt a gust of wind, a chill, and then my teeth fell out."

The crowd was in an uproar, shouting that something was very strange.

But just then, the two toothbrushes flew up, and with a sudden clanging sound, they pierced through the foreheads of the group of people with a "plop plop" sound, causing them to fall to the ground, convulsing and dying instantly.

As the donkey cart moved forward, the clanging of knives echoed throughout the bright and dark corners of Zigui County.

At this moment, the spring breeze is a knife, the eyes are a knife, the blood is a knife, even the shadows and the sunlight are knives.

Those who attempted to launch a direct attack or assassinate by poison were all met with a brutal and gruesome death.

"Killing, killing!"

When the people discovered that four murders had occurred, they were shocked and immediately fled with their hands raised.

Hongxiu frowned slightly, then suddenly laughed and said, "Good, good, there's actually one fish that slipped through the net. What an unexpected surprise."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and asked, "What do you mean?" The little beggar snorted and said unhappily, "That person was stabbed by me, but his body dissolved into water and he escaped."

"Whoa!" Ding'an exclaimed in surprise, "Even more water-soluble than our Ming Dynasty emperor?"

Upon hearing this hellish joke, Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but burst into laughter.

At this moment, the sky was filled with fine, continuous rain, like mist or gauze, impossible to tear or cut.

The light rain of early spring and the deserted streets made the atmosphere even more desolate.

Ren Shaoyang smoothed a few damp strands of hair from his temples and smiled, "I can only think of two people who could escape with their lives from your 'Sleeve Divine Blade' using the water escape technique."

Hongxiu asked, "Which two people?"

"One dead, one alive."

Ren Shaoyang said, "The dead man was named Ling Luoshi. He was a master during the reign of Emperor Huizong, known as the 'Great General of Terror.' He had a secret technique called 'Well-walking Method,' which allowed him to burrow into water, a truly miraculous skill."

"Wow!" Ding'an asked, "Like Japanese ninjas?"

“That’s a Taoist secret technique,” ​​Ren Shaoyang laughed. “If the Four Great Constables hadn’t cornered him in a waterless place back then, probably no one could have killed him.”

Hongxiu asked, "Where is the other living person?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "One of the two divine lords of the twelve interconnected docks of the Yangtze River, the 'Gentle Water Divine Lord' Yong Xiyu! This person is known as 'half-human, half-ghost, with a gentle nature in water,' and his water control technique is indeed formidable."

Hongxiu pouted and said angrily, "It seems that my 'Sleeve God Blade' still has flaws. How infuriating!"

"That's really, really scary!"

In the light drizzle, five people wearing straw hats stood opposite the middle-aged man in blue.

The man in blue had a large hole in his chest, which was open from front to back. Blood mixed with rainwater stained the ground beneath his feet red.

The man in blue was very thin and very tall.

His face was grim and cold, like ice, and his expression was unreadable.

The wind and rain felt like winter had returned.

The five people opposite him, some old and some young, each carrying a long sword, had solemn expressions, and the whole sky seemed to have darkened, with a strong wind and a drizzling rain.

These five people are the Five Swords among the "Three Heroes, Four Staffs, Five Swords, Six Palms, and Two Divine Lords" under Zhu Datianwang.

Thunder Sword Master, Broken Gate Sword Master, Mandarin Duck Sword Master, Lightning Sword Master, Butterfly Sword Master.

The Sword Master and the Mandarin Ducks asked, "My Lord, are you alright?"

The man in blue, also known as "Gentle Water God" Yong Xiyu, took a long breath, his face deathly pale, and said, "It's alright, I won't die."

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse like gravel, completely lacking its usual clear and pleasant quality.

The Five Swordsmen were secretly terrified, muttering to themselves, "As expected of the peerless madmen who attacked and killed Wanyan Jue! Even a Divine Lord was seriously injured like this, the Three Fiends are truly terrifying!"

Yong Xiyu asked, "How many of our people survived?"

The Thunder Sword Elder's expression turned grave: "Of the one hundred and twenty-two people, not one escaped with his life!"

"What?!" Yong Xiyu's face turned murderous. "Everyone in the entire city, in every nook and cranny, is dead?!"

The Thunder Swordsman lowered his head and said, "That's right." He paused, then continued, "After the three villains left, our men went in to search, but they were all killed by the sword energy, and..."

"And what?" Yong Xiyu coughed and snarled, "Speak!"

"Moreover, the lingering effects of the blade's energy were devastating, and many of those searching were killed or wounded."

"Three evil men!"

Yong Xiyu let out a low shout, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Have you ever heard of such a strange sword aura?"

"No." The five swordsmen all shook their heads.

"Hmph!" Yong Xiyu snorted coldly, "I'm reminded of someone from thirty years ago!"

"May I ask, Your Majesty, who is on your mind?"

Yong Xiyu said slowly, "Thirty years ago, there was a world-shaking master who comprehended thirteen unique skills and seventy-seven extraordinary techniques, and was known as 'unkillable, indestructible, and incapable of dying'."

The Thunder Sword Elder exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be Yuan Shisanxian?"

"Yes, it's him!"

The Sword Master also suddenly realized, "Does the Divine Lord think that this strange sword aura is actually Yuan Shisanxian's 'Heartbreak Arrow' from back then?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking!"

Yong Xiyu nodded and said, "The so-called 'Heartbreak Arrow cannot escape, its soul is pursued for thousands of miles,' only this martial art can achieve the miracle of killing more than a hundred masters of the Yangtze River in an instant!"

Teng Lei Jian Sou said, "If what the Divine Lord said is true, the three villains obtained the inheritance of Yuan Shisanxian, and are actually the descendants of the Zizai Sect back then. This explains why they killed Liu Xi and seized the gold medal."

"Liu Xi is Mi Cangqiong's adopted son, belonging to the Zhang family of Huaiyin." The Mandarin Duck Swordsman sneered. "During the reign of Emperor Huizong, Mi Cangqiong caused a lot of trouble for Zhuge Shenhou and the Four Great Constables. He even killed Shenhou's ally, 'Heavenly Secrets Dragon Head' Zhang Sanba, and participated in the battle to besiege Yuan Shisanxian."

"Hmph, with the old grudges above and the immense temptation of the reputation of 'defying the imperial order to launch a northern expedition' below, it would be really unreasonable not to kill Liu Xi, these three bumpkins."

After listening to their explanation, Yong Xiyu slowly said, "Gentlemen, the three villains went to Chengdu to protect my mother-in-law. Let's put aside the matter of vying for the 'Heroes of the World' token for now and avoid any more unnecessary sacrifices! Let's first let those bastards in the Power faction see the power of the 'Heartbreak Arrow'!"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

“What you say is absolutely right, Divine Lord! I heard of the great name of ‘Sad Arrow’ when I was young. It can be said that apart from ‘White-Clad Divine Sword’, no one can make Yuan Shisanxian suffer!”

"Heh, let the power faction taste the power of this trick!"

"Yes, we can't be the only ones who suffer losses."

The Five Sword Elders could no longer agree. Most of them were over sixty years old and knew just how powerful the Thirteen Limits of the Thirty-Year 'Primordial Spirit' was, and how terrifying the 'Heartbreak Arrow' was.

They dare not confront it directly.

They would be too daring to stand by and watch the Power Gang suffer a setback, and they would even be happy to do so!

"The Mandarin Duck Sword Masters!"

"exist!"

"Quickly send a message to the Heavenly King, clearly stating the dangers and emphasizing the threat posed by the 'Three Fiends,' and await further instructions."

"Yes!"

Just as everyone at the Twelve Linked Docks of the Yangtze River was imagining things...

Ren Shaoyang and his two companions slowly drove into Chengdu.

An inevitable and massive storm is about to strike this city.

(End of this chapter)