The Cycle of Reincarnation in the Four-Courtyard House: A Journey Through the Heavens

Scarface, in pain, immediately tried to use his internal energy to seal the wound and stop the bleeding. Li Xiao seized the opportunity, spun the gun barrel, pulled it back, and then thrust the gun forward, the tip pointing directly at Scarface's throat.

Scarface's face was deathly pale, his hand holding the broadsword trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He never imagined that he, a martial artist who had cultivated internal energy for many years, would be forced into such a desperate situation by a kid with no internal energy at all.

Li Xiao's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his hand holding the gun did not tremble at all.

"Pfft~"

The spear tip, gleaming with a cold light, pierced through Scarface's throat and protruded through the back of his neck, killing him instantly!

Li Xiao was slightly out of breath, but he felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

This is the battle in the world of martial arts, a life-or-death struggle, a contest of skill and courage.

The scene before their eyes stunned all the Shennong Gang members present. They never expected that the deputy leader of the Shennong Gang would be shot dead by an unknown young junior!

Li Xiao slammed his spear into the ground and shouted at the remaining group, "Aren't you going to release them?"

Li Xiao's loud shout startled the remaining thirty-odd Shennong Gang members. They glanced at their deputy leader lying dead on the ground, and a fierce glint flashed in their eyes.

"Go! Avenge the vice-leader!"

A burly man with a face full of scars shouted and swung a heavy ghost-head knife at Li Xiao's head.

Li Xiao's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly exerted force with his wrist. The spear that was originally planted on the ground emerged like a snake from its hole. With a "hum," the spear tip shook out three spear flowers, which not only blocked the slash of the ghost head knife, but also went straight for the strong man's chest apex.

The burly man hadn't expected the young man to be such a sharpshooter. He hurriedly twisted his body to dodge, but the spear tip still pierced his shoulder blade, and blood instantly soaked through his coarse cloth clothes.

"This is a tough one, let's go!" someone roared from the crowd, and then several short knives attacked from all directions at extremely tricky angles.

Li Xiao's footwork was ever-changing, as if he were strolling leisurely. The spear in his hand flew up and down, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, unstoppable; sometimes like willow catkins swaying in the wind, skillfully deflecting force.

The clanging of the spear shafts, crafted from aged ox-spine wood, against the weapons echoed repeatedly, each impact sending shivers down the spines of the attackers, nearly causing them to drop their weapons.

A tall, thin man with arched eyebrows tried to ambush Li Xiao from behind.

While Li Xiao was engrossed in the fight, he thrust his short dagger, which gleamed with a ghostly blue light, straight at Li Xiao's lower back. This was clearly a poisoned dagger; if he were to be even slightly grazed, the consequences could be unpredictable!

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Li Xiao suddenly kicked his left foot backward, his body spun around, and the end of his spear struck the wrist of the tall, thin man precisely.

With a sharp "crack," the tall, thin man screamed and clutched his wrist, staggering backward as the poisoned dagger in his hand flew far away.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight gang members were lying on the ground, some dead and some maimed, their cries of agony filling the air.

The remaining Shennong Gang members looked increasingly grim, their eyes filled with fear as they gazed at Li Xiao. However, they were now in a predicament and had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue the attack.

Li Xiao, however, fought with increasing ferocity. Beads of sweat trickled down his face, but they did not affect his movements in the slightest.

Today, Li Xiao had a truly exhilarating battle. Since becoming a disciple in the Siheyuan World, this was the first time he had fought so freely and thoroughly.

Li Xiao wielded his spear with increasing speed and ferocity, the spear flashing with cold light, protecting himself completely while constantly searching for the enemy's weaknesses, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

The remaining gang members, having fought this far, had long lost their initial arrogance, their faces now filled only with fear and panic.

Several people tried to form a defensive formation, but Li Xiao broke through their defenses with a single shot.

Suddenly, he leaped three feet into the air, his spear flashing like countless cold stars. He unleashed his ultimate technique, "Pear Blossom Rain," forcing everyone to retreat and causing chaos in their formation as they clashed.

A short, stout gang member seized an opening and swung his knife at Li Xiao's lower body. However, Li Xiao lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body rising like a willow catkin. At the same time, his spear reversed, and the butt of the spear slammed heavily onto the man's head. The man's brains splattered instantly, and he fell to the ground dead.

At this moment, Li Xiao had completely mastered the "Six Harmonies Spear" that his master had taught him in this life-or-death battle. Relying on his abnormal physical strength and body, he stabbed the remaining Shennong Gang members one by one with his spear.

The last three gang members looked ashen-faced, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons.

Li Xiao's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and he pointed his spear forward, shouting, "Do you still want to fight?"

"Thump~"

"Clang, clang!"

The remaining three threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground.

"Young hero, spare our lives! We surrender!"

The three men were already pale with fright. Although they were members of a gang in the martial arts world, this was the first time they had gone out on a mission with their gang.

Who knew that this time, they would almost be wiped out.

Li Xiao was not a bloodthirsty person, and besides, these people were not irredeemably evil.

He waved his hand at the three of them and said, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare your lives. Get lost!"

"Thank you for sparing my life, young hero!"

"Thanks!"

The three men quickly kowtowed three times to Li Xiao, then ran away without even picking up their weapons.

Zhong Ling, who was standing at a distance, witnessed the entire battle. At this moment, her bright and pretty face also showed a look of astonishment.

Zhong Ling grew up in Wanjie Valley. Although her martial arts skills were not very high, she could still sense that the young and handsome man had fought the Shennong Gang entirely with his physical body.

And he actually won, which completely overturned her understanding of martial arts!

Li Xiao untied Zhong Ling's ropes, then smiled and said, "Alright, Miss Zhong, I've fulfilled my promise to Duan Yu. You can go home now!"

Just as Li Xiao turned around and was about to mount his horse, his sleeve was pulled by a gentle yet persistent force.

He looked down and saw Zhong Ling with her pretty face upturned, her nose still covered with the fine dust raised by the battle just now. Her clear, stream-like eyes were surprisingly bright, showing both the bewilderment of someone new to the martial world and a hint of reckless courage.

This was the second time the two had met.

The two had a chance encounter in Wuliang Mountain that morning, but it was only a fleeting glance. Although Li Xiao's handsome appearance stirred her heart slightly, it was nothing compared to the shock she felt now.

He was just surrounded by more than 30 disciples of the Shennong Gang, their steel knives and swords as dense as a spider web.

His blue robe was stained with blood, yet his posture remained as upright as a pine tree, and the cold light of his long spear was still sharp. He exuded an indomitable aura.

In the midst of the fierce battle just now, the profile of his face was made even more handsome. The curve of the sweat on his forehead, the throbbing veins on the back of his hand when he held the gun, and even the cold glint in his eyes when he occasionally looked back, were like sparks that unexpectedly ignited the heart of Zhong Ling that had never been moved before.