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Chapter 39 None of My Business (Please read on, please vote with monthly tickets and recommendations!)
"Ah~!"

Liu Chengfeng roared in grief and indignation: "Nonsense! Die!" He swung his sword backhand and kicked Ren Shaoyang in the groin at the same time.

When Ren Shaoyang saw him kicking, he didn't dodge. He used an iron bar to deflect the longsword, then lowered his body and let him kick him.

With a loud "thud," Liu Chengfeng's foot struck Ren Shaoyang like a dragonfly trying to move a stone pillar, unable to budge him an inch.

The crowd was both shocked and frightened, and they all fell silent.

Seeing that his feet were firmly planted on the ground, as if cast into the earth, Lu Tianshu took a deep breath and suddenly threw a punch.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang extended his left fist and unleashed his "Divine Fist".

This punch was not swift; on the contrary, it was very slow. Lu Tianshu even had the illusion that the world itself slowed down along with his punch.

And so, the two fists, one old and large, the other fair and jade-like, collided.

"boom"!
The vast main hall of the Wan family mansion suddenly trembled, and Wan Zhenshan, who had fallen to the ground, also jumped up and down.

The dying Wan Gui and Hua Tiegan had their wounds aggravated, and they cried out in pain.

They glanced at each other from a distance.

(⊙﹏⊙)，(⊙﹏⊙)
One is open-minded, the other has legs and can walk on his own.

The eldest brother didn't laugh at the second brother; both of them twitched twice and then fell completely silent.

At the same time, dust fell from the roof, and everyone felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their hearts. They clutched their chests and collapsed to the ground, barely able to breathe.

Lu Tianshu's face turned from red to white and then back to red, but he remained motionless and threw another punch.

Ren Shaoyang used an iron rod to push Liu Chengfeng away, and then threw a punch to meet him.

The two fists clashed again, with a loud clang, and the blue bricks beneath their feet and the surrounding tables and chairs rattled and bounced.

The people around looked panicked and quickly scurried to hide behind the wall.

Suddenly, Lu Tianshu let out a miserable scream. He finally couldn't hold on any longer, blood gushing from his seven orifices, and he fell straight back to the sky.

Just then, Hongxiu shouted again, "Crippled man, behind you!"

Ren Shaoyang suddenly felt a chilling sword wind behind him, its force even stronger than that of Lu, Liu, Hua and the others. Compared to it, Wan Zhenshan was simply a joke.

The newcomer was none other than Shui Dai, who was ranked first among the "Four Wonders of the South" in both swordsmanship and internal strength!
Ren Shaoyang shifted his position to dodge the thrust.

Shui Dai's expression changed drastically. He exclaimed "Eh!" and then, with flashes of sword light, he unleashed more than ten sword strikes in quick succession.

Ren Shaoyang, however, moved like a fish, dodging and weaving through the surging waves of water, managing to avoid them all in the blink of an eye.

Just as the two of them were getting very close...

Suddenly, Liu Chengfeng roared, "Come on! This little brat came with Ren Shaoyang. Let's kill her so she won't lend a hand!"

Upon hearing this, everyone shouted, "Kill this girl first!"

"Those who came with the demon are also demons! Kill them!"

As they spoke, more than a dozen men raised their weapons and charged at Hongxiu and her companion.

Hongxiu frowned and retreated behind Ding'an.

Her large, round eyes blinked rapidly, and she spoke at an alarming pace:

"Take three steps forward to the left and slash upwards, then spin and chop back, bend down and sweep the iron chain horizontally, then fly and spin three and a half times, and you're done!"

As she spoke, Ding'an drew his short sword, roared, and charged forward. In a flash, flames burst into flames!
"Fire Clouds in All Directions!"

Before the heroes even got close to Hongxiu, they saw flames raging and swords flashing, fierce and unusual, like a fire storm sweeping across the sky.

Everyone was shocked, never expecting that a cripple would possess such powerful and terrifying swordsmanship.
They immediately shouted and raised their weapons to defend themselves. There were loud clanging sounds as weapons flew everywhere and were cut in half!
But Ding'an charged forward headfirst, chanting incessantly: "Three steps to the left and forward, upward slash, spin and counter-slash, bend down and sweep the iron chain horizontally, leap and spin three and a half times!"

Without regard for anything else, with a flash of fire, he cut down one person, turned around and shouted again, sending another flying.

In a short while, the ground was splattered with blood, and corpses lay all around Ding'an, their heads and bodies severed and disemboweled.

The heroes were terrified. They had assumed that their numbers were superior and that they would rush forward and tear the girl apart to vent their hatred.

Who would have thought that this cripple with thick eyebrows and big eyes would suddenly appear? We couldn't even withstand a single blow from him and were cut up like vegetables.

All I want to do right now is leave as soon as possible. Ren Shaoyang, Feng Xiaoai, the good and evil of the martial world—they're all bullshit. As long as I can live, that's all that matters!

Seeing that Ding'an's actions had frightened the large crowd, an old man suddenly shouted:
"Never mind the cripple, go kill this little girl!"

With a whistle, he led six or seven people around Ding'an and frantically approached Hongxiu from the left and right.

They had only one thought: to kill this little girl first, stop the decline, and dampen the spirits of these barbarians from beyond the Great Wall!

Ding'an, now entangled, cursed, "You're ganging up on me! How shameless!" He turned to the little beggar and shouted, "Hongxiu, run! Don't fight!" "You really think I'm a pushover?"

Suddenly, Hongxiu's round, bright eyes flashed with a divine light.

With a whoosh!
A soft chime resounded throughout the entire Wanjia Hall.

A flash of crimson light appeared, gently and softly severing the old man's head!

Immediately afterwards, the little beggar moved lightly, her body following the movement of the sword, the sword flashing brightly, the sound of the blade soft.

He passed by the approaching person, and with a clang, sheathed his sword.

As Hongxiu drew her sword, she hummed a beautiful song. When the song stopped, the sword flash also stopped.

His face suddenly turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured out. He hurriedly pulled out a preserved vegetable and meat rice dumpling from his pocket and began to wolf it down.

Feeling it wasn't enough, he quickly took out a few ginseng slices and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them heartily.

"laugh"!
Just as the men were about to turn around, they heard their own blood. They all screamed, dropped their weapons, and fled towards the door.

However, they saw the bright moon shining outside the window, and vaguely saw many people running towards them.
Then, they saw themselves escape.

But how did they "see" themselves "escape"?
It turned out to be his own body and his own head.

They broke up.
Shui Dai's longsword danced into a ball of blue light, the sound of the blade cutting through the air was incessant, but it could do nothing against Ren Shaoyang, who was as nimble as a fish.

Just then, Liu Chengfeng said in a deep voice, "Stay!" He kicked the tables and chairs repeatedly, forcing them to move.

Ren Shaoyang turned around and kicked the table and chair that were flying through the air. With a loud crack, the table and chair shattered and debris flew everywhere.

Just then, taking advantage of his predicament in mid-air with nowhere to retreat, Shui Dai shouted and thrust out his long sword like a gust of wind.

Ren Shaoyang felt the sword energy rushing towards him like a raging flood, unstoppable. He immediately twisted the iron rod.

With a creak, Shui Dai's longsword was twisted into a pretzel and flew out of his hand, accompanied by a strange and powerful force. His body spun around like a top for several rounds before he became dizzy and fell backward.

Liu Chengfeng was startled and quickly stepped forward, using Tai Chi to deflect the force from Shui Dai's body. After spinning around a few times, he was able to neutralize the great force within Shui Dai's body, thus preventing him from suffering severe internal injuries.

Nevertheless, Shui Dai's eyes were glazed over, and his hands were twitching; he was no longer able to fight.

Seeing this, Liu Chengfeng roared in grief and anger. He had mistakenly killed Hua Tiegan earlier and was filled with remorse and hatred. Now he saw his eldest brother lying on the ground after a fight, and his fourth brother being beaten to exhaustion.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he lunged again, leaping ten feet into the air with all his might. His long sword slashed diagonally, like spider silk drifting in the wind, unknowingly wrapping itself around Ren Shaoyang's entire body.

"High jump competition?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly and jumped up as well. A flash of clear blue light appeared in mid-air, and the iron rod had already pointed at him.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of clanging and banging filled the air.

Suddenly, Liu Chengfeng cried out in pain as his long sword flew from his hand. He tumbled to the ground and staggered back more than ten steps, his hands covered in blood. He stared at Ren Shaoyang, who was slowly falling, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

Just then, seven or eight people in the distance screamed in unison, only to be met with a blazing sword light that sliced ​​them in two, sword and all.

Ding An's figure appeared and disappeared in the fire, his sword strikes never ceasing. With a "crack," he shattered the doors and windows again, flames roared up, and roof tiles and mud fell down.

The remaining crowd roared in grief and anger, but seeing that Ren Shaoyang alone had killed or wounded Wan Zhenshan and his son, as well as the Four Wonders of the South, they were intimidated by his divine might and dared not attack them again.

"Ren Shaoyang, please stop!" a deep voice said.

Ren Shaoyang turned around and looked.

Shui Dai slowly stood up, his face filled with inexplicable grief and indignation.

"What? Now you know it hurts, and you're ready to surrender?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled, and Hongxiu, with a ginseng slice in her mouth, walked over to stand beside him with Ding'an.

He glanced around arrogantly, and all the survivors who met his gaze lowered their heads in fear. He then looked at Lu Tianshu, who was being helped up, and sneered incessantly.

Shui Dai said in a deep voice, "Your skill is unparalleled, and your martial arts are at their peak. We are no match for you. However, the martial arts world suffered a great calamity thirty years ago. If there is another killing now, we will probably face a shortage of talent and decline. Do you know that the new head of the Eastern Depot, Wei Jinzhong, also has the intention to destroy our martial arts world?"

Ren Shaoyang didn't speak, but glanced at Hongxiu.

Hongxiu frowned at him, her face expressionless.

Ding An stood to the side, expressionless—he hadn't understood.

Ren Shaoyang sneered, and with a stomp of his foot, the man who was groaning in pain on the ground immediately sprang up like a fish, spat out blood, and fell to the ground dead.

"What does it have to do with me?"

(End of this chapter)