Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Everyone turned to look, and Tang Boyong, with a cold smile, looked at the black riders as if they were a few broken tools.

"They won't speak."

They... can no longer be considered 'human'.

They were subjected to special methods such as acupuncture with golden needles, which erased their excess emotions and fears, numbing them and leaving only the instinct to kill and carry out orders.

They are walking humanoid weapons, they are soldier figures.

Li Fu had already noticed these clues.

"Soldier figure".

"Indeed, these two words are perfect for these people."

Li Fu frowned.

These humanoid weapons are excellent executors, fearless and obedient, but... this trait also means they are definitely not the masterminds behind the scenes.

Who is the real mastermind behind this, and what is their purpose in driving these humanoid weapons?

It is conceivable that it must be evil, of great importance, and something that cannot be revealed.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have so casually given the order to slaughter an entire village of innocent men, women, and children, treating them like dirt, simply to silence them.

The Heavenly Book appeared before us. As long as we find out the truth and punish the real culprit, we can achieve mastery of the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

Such a horrific tragedy had occurred within his jurisdiction, and he was determined to avenge the villagers and, with the superb lightness skill he had long needed, investigate this matter thoroughly.

However, it is clear that no clues can be extracted from these Black Riders who are more like humanoid weapons, but fortunately, they can still be obtained from other places.

His gaze shifted to Tang Boyong.

"They certainly don't seem like they're going to speak anymore."

But...Young Master Tang, you seem to know something?"

As he spoke, Li Fu turned around, his tone conveying a sense of entitlement, as if he wanted to know, and therefore Tang Boyong should tell him everything he knew.

"Go on, tell me everything you know about the origins of this group of people."

Although the words were spoken softly and in a light tone, they subtly conveyed an uncompromising meaning.

Li took a step forward.

The scene of his display of divine power, effortlessly defeating dozens of Black Knights, is still fresh in my mind.

The Tang Clan disciples around Tang Boyong immediately became alert, instinctively tucking their hands into their sleeves and staring warily at Li Fu.

Anger suddenly made me tense.

"Officer Li, what do you mean by this?"

Tang Boyong's face darkened, and his tone turned cold.

Li Fu's attitude clearly showed that he regarded him as someone who could be coerced, questioned, and extorted for clues at will!

When has he, the second young master of the Tang Clan, ever been treated like this?

"Do you think my Tang Clan is easy to bully?"

I was just trying to be helpful and remind you not to push your luck!

"Your martial arts skills are high, but don't think that I, Tang Boyong, am afraid of you."

"Young Master Tang, have you forgotten what you and these Tang Clan disciples did before?"

You are the only ones who can coerce others and demand clues.

"You only feel uncomfortable when others threaten you?"

Li Fu sneered.

Behind him, a group of constables drew their swords in a flurry.

Li Fu prepared to capture the men and interrogate them. After all, these Tang Clan disciples didn't seem like good people. This second young master of the Tang Clan clearly knew something, but he liked to play the riddle-maker.

At that very moment—

"ah--!

What... what happened?!

Aunt Sun! Brother Li! Zhu Zi!

"You...you're all...all dead?!"

A shocked and incredulous scream suddenly came from the direction of the village entrance.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man in a worn blue shirt with a medicine box on his shoulder. He stood at the village entrance and staggered towards them as if struck by lightning.

Meng Guanyun's once refined face was now distorted by extreme shock and grief. His eyes were wide open as he stared intently at the corpses and bloodstains scattered on the ground, as if he were witnessing the most terrifying nightmare in the world.

When he left the village in the morning, it was still a peaceful and idyllic rural scene, with children playing and the sounds of chickens and dogs.

But when I returned, I found myself in a living hell, with corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood flowing in my eyes!

"What happened to the village?! What's wrong with the village?!"

No...no...

Who?! Who did this?!

One by one, all the people he knew were dead, turned into cold corpses. Every time Meng Guanyun lifted a body, he wanted to see if there was any hope of saving it, but in the end, all the bodies were already cold.

The enormous impact nearly drove him insane on the spot; his steps became unsteady, and he almost fell several times.

This man, carrying a medicine box on his shoulder, must be the Doctor Meng the farmer mentioned, the one who saved the pale-skinned man and whose medical skills were renowned for miles around.

Li Fu's eyes flickered.

However, at this moment, almost no one paid much attention to the grief-stricken Meng Guanyun.

All eyes, including Tang Boyong, the constables, the martial arts practitioners, and even the heavily injured black riders on the ground, were on the figure behind Doctor Meng who had returned with him!

The man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and was rather thin. He appeared to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.

His face was striking, but his expression was blank and numb, somewhat timid and hesitant, as if he couldn't even remember who he was or where he was.

He walked very carefully, as if every place was unfamiliar to him.

What was most striking was his skin color, an extremely abnormal, almost transparent paleness, as if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time.

His eyes had a faint red tinge, as if he had just cried or was crying.

At that moment, the pale, amnesiac man approached and also saw the tragic state of the village.

He abruptly stopped, his face instantly filled with immense shock and indescribable grief. His lips trembled as his gaze slowly swept over the familiar yet unfamiliar corpses.

During the days he was injured, lost his memory, and was in a daze, although the villagers were afraid of him and pointed at him, they did not harm him. Instead, they gave him food and made room for him to stay.

Some people even gave him a kind smile and allowed their children to play with him...

"Who...who did this?!"

The pale man asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes red.

His voice was dry and hoarse, filled with suppressed anger and unbelievable grief.

An indescribable mix of sadness, anger, and self-blame clung to his pale face.

Although he had amnesia, he had an instinctive feeling that this remote rural village, which was rarely visited by outsiders, had suddenly encountered such a calamity.

This is most likely related to him.

The pale man shouted angrily, but no one answered him.

"It really does look like amnesia."

Li Fu narrowed his eyes.

The strange man, whom the surviving villagers had told them about—the one who had been rescued by Doctor Meng, was critically injured and on the verge of death, yet miraculously recovered quickly—finally appeared.

This person is the source of everything, the target that the ruthless Black Knights were willing to massacre the entire village to find or cover up.

"It's him! It's him!"

Nearby, the martial arts practitioners who had survived the previous few days—disciples of the Mount Tai Sect, members of the Iron Palm Gang, and others—burst into a roar of shock and rage upon seeing the pale, strange man's appearance.

They recognized him; he was the murderer who had brutally killed their sect leader, gang leader, and many fellow disciples outside Yanzhou City!

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with intense hatred!

A fierce light suddenly burst forth in Tang Boyong's eyes, as if a hunter had finally discovered the rare prey he had been searching for!

"Found him! That's him!"

He suddenly waved his hand and gave a stern order to the Tang Clan disciples behind him who were already poised to attack.

"quick!

Let's get this 'rare item' and bring it back to the Tang Clan!

With him, our Tang Clan's grand plan...

Dozens of Tang Clan experts moved with lightning speed, each displaying their unique skills, rushing towards the pale, bewildered, and grief-stricken man.

A cold glint flashed in his hand; darts, caltrops, hidden arrows, and various other concealed weapons were poised to be unleashed.

At the same time, those martial arts figures gritted their teeth and roared repeatedly, brandishing their weapons, wanting to rush forward to seek revenge, shouting as they did so.

"Avenge our sect leader!" "Slay this fiend!" "He'll pay with his life!"

The two groups of people had a surprisingly consistent goal: to attack the pale figure standing amidst the corpses and blood, filled with grief and rage.

Doctor Meng's wailing, the pale man's sorrowful questions, the Iron Palm Clan's roars, and the Tang Clan disciples' fierce shouts... all mingled together in this hellish mountain village.

The situation on the field instantly descended into chaos!

"This is really a mess."

Li looked around.

Chen Tao hurriedly approached Li Fu and asked anxiously, "Boss, what... what should we do now?"

"No rush, let them have their fun first."

Li Fu's gaze swept across the chaotic scene, over Tang Boyong and dozens of Tang Clan experts, and over the pale man whose emotions were becoming increasingly agitated, as if he were on the verge of exploding.

He had his own plans and was in no hurry to make a move. None of these people had any relationship with him that made him anxious, so why rush?

Li Fu glanced at the few black-clad riders on the ground who, despite being severely injured, were subtly agitated upon seeing the pale man appear, and said calmly.

"You stay here and keep an eye on the prisoners, lest they escape or die in the chaos."

This situation is beyond your control.

"Yes!" Chen Tao hurriedly ordered the constables to retreat, form a defensive formation, and protect the seriously injured farmer and the Black Rider prisoner in the middle.

In the arena, the pale man glanced left at the Tang Clan members who were charging towards him with cold expressions and murderous intent, and right at the Jianghu warriors who were roaring angrily and brandishing their weapons.

It seems impossible to tell which side is the real culprit behind the massacre of the village.

He was already filled with grief and indignation because of the tragic situation in the village. Now, with two groups of people attacking at the same time, his panicked desire to protect himself, mixed with grief and resentment, erupted like dry tinder that had been ignited!

"Kill...kill, kill!"

The pale man's eyes, which were already faintly red, instantly turned bloodshot, as if a fierce aura had been unleashed, or as if they were bloodshot from extreme grief and weeping.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down her pale cheeks.

At the same time, the pale man's hands and feet began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, as if his emotions had reached their peak and his body could no longer bear it.

"Is it you? Or you?!"

He asked in a hoarse, indistinct voice, his eyes darting between Tang Clan disciples and Jianghu figures, filled with confusion and pain.

"Who among you killed everyone in this village!"

Upon seeing this, Doctor Meng's face turned deathly pale. He seemed to know something and shouted in panic to the people charging on both sides.

"don't want!

Don't upset him!

Otherwise...

Before he could finish speaking, it was already too late!

"roar--!!!"

A roar that was not human, filled with rage and pain, suddenly burst from the pale man's throat!

He seemed to have been subjected to a tremendous shock and completely lost his mind!

He first turned his head sharply and locked onto the Tang Clan members who were throwing hidden weapons at him, whose methods were ruthless and who posed the greatest threat!

With a stomp of his foot, a muffled boom resounded, and the hard ground beneath his feet was actually dented into a pit more than a foot deep!

Amidst the rising dust, he shot forward like an arrow, heading straight for the dozens of Tang Clan experts!

Faced with dozens of icy star-shaped projectiles shooting towards him, he instinctively swung his hands in front of him to block them, his movements so fast that they almost left afterimages!

A series of sharp clanging sounds rang out as he forcefully knocked most of the hidden weapons away with his bare hands or arms!

The few bullets that hit his body only pierced his flesh slightly, seemingly having little impact on his powerful physique.

In the blink of an eye, the pale-faced man had charged into the Tang Clan's ranks, like a tiger among sheep.

Having lost his mind, his martial arts style became wild and primitive, yet terrifyingly powerful. He would strike with his palms, punch with his fists, or tear with his claws, without any rules, yet with great force and speed as fast as lightning!

Click!

puff!

Two sounds rang out almost simultaneously!

Two Tang Clan disciples who were at the forefront, one of them had his shoulder bone shattered by a single palm strike, and he was sent flying backward, spitting blood;

The other person fared even worse; he grabbed the shoulders and waist with both hands and, with a roar, tore him in two!

Blood and entrails were splattered all over the ground, the scene was extremely bloody!

The martial arts community, who had been gritting their teeth and charging forward to avenge their sect leader, stopped in their tracks upon seeing this scene. They gasped in shock, their vengeful rage instantly replaced by horror!

"He's lost his mind, gone mad?"

Li Fu also raised an eyebrow.

The pale man had an eerie pale skin, but his eyes were bloodshot and tears were streaming down his face. He was killing wildly while simultaneously crying and wailing in pain.

This extremely contradictory and bizarre state made him look less like a human and more like a runaway, berserk demon filled with endless sorrow!

It's chilling and terrifying!

Those martial arts practitioners suddenly recalled the scene they had encountered on the road.

At that time, the pale man was the same. He stood there blankly for a moment, and after being pushed around, he suddenly changed his personality and became delirious. He killed anyone he saw and became as ferocious as a wild beast. In just a few moves, he broke the bones of the top experts in the sect and tore the elders to pieces!

Blood and severed limbs were everywhere, and the killers scattered and fled.

Seeing this scene again, their fear was rekindled and seized their minds once more. They dared not step forward again.

"A monster, a real monster!"

A voice trembled as someone growled, and the weapon in their hand slipped from their grasp.

"Don't fight him head-on, you can't beat him, you idiots!"

Tang Boyong shouted sternly. Although he was also shocked by the other party's ferocity, he was immediately filled with excitement and fervor.

"Ha, this guy is out of his mind, he's just a mindless beast."

There are ways to deal with wild beasts.

"Catch the Heavenly Silkworm Net!"

This time, the dozens of disciples that Tang Boyong brought out from the Tang Clan were all skilled and well-trained, and they remained calm despite the surprise.

And they were clearly prepared!

A group of people immediately scattered and launched various harassing hidden weapons from all directions, not to kill, but to interfere with their movements and limit their space to dodge.

The other group worked together seamlessly, several people combined, and suddenly unfurled a huge, shimmering silver net!

The silk threads of the net were extremely fine, reflecting a soft yet resilient silver light in the sunlight. The mesh was dense, and it seemed as if a layer of viscous, greenish liquid was coated on the net.

Several people each held a corner, seized the opportunity, and threw it with force. The silver net, like a net from heaven and earth, came down on the pale man who was rushing left and right in the crowd!

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