Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 270 One Man Overwhelms All Tang Clan Masters (5k6)

Since the Tang Clan was the first to harbor murderous intent and commit evil deeds.

He defeated these Tang Clan masters one by one, subdued them with the Life and Death Talisman, and from then on, the entire Tang Clan was under his control, used by him, and made his subordinates. He would do this without any burden in his heart.

Li Fu raised his right hand and waved to the Tang Clan experts who were closing in from all sides, the gesture extremely casual.

"Who wants to go first and show me the Tang Clan's strength?"

The gazes of dozens of people sharpened, like dozens of razor blades, all fixed on Li Fu.

The white-haired old woman, Poisonous Hand Guanyin Tang Yuehua, slowly walked out, leaning on an ebony cane. She looked Li Fu up and down, and suddenly chuckled.

"A celestial being descending from the heavens?"

What a prestigious title.

It's been many years since a young man with such a resounding reputation has emerged in the martial arts world.

"I'd like to see just how capable you are."

The old man in the green robe, Iron Sleeve Yama Tang Xuan, sneered. His sleeves billowed slightly, and his inner energy surged, making them flutter like two iron flags. He said in a deep voice.

"The younger generation is to be feared, but they should not be arrogant and ignorant."

"Our Tang Clan has stood for a century; how dare you, a mere individual, treat us with disrespect?"

Mo Zhongxuan, who looked like a middle-aged scholar, slowly turned a jade thumb ring between his fingers. He was calm and spoke gently, but every word he uttered was filled with murderous intent.

"Officer Li, I'm afraid I'll have to offend you today."

"How dare you act so presumptuously in our Tang Clan! If you can walk out of this courtyard safely today, the world will probably look down on the Tang Clan from now on!"

There is also Tang Yuan, the Black Blood Sword, who was the expert that Song Zhaoxue wanted to remind Li Fu about, but Li Fu stopped her.

He was Tang Xiao's cousin. His Black Blood Sword was tempered with "Hundred Sorrows Powder," a mixture of thirteen kinds of rare poisons. It was so potent that it could kill anyone who drew blood, and there was no cure. It made people in the martial arts world tremble with fear.

At this moment, he held the black slender sword horizontally in front of his chest. The blade gleamed with a dark red luster under the moonlight and emitted an extremely strong, sweet and pungent smell.

He spoke coldly, his gaze like that of a venomous snake.

Tang Yubai stepped forward and slowly crossed his hands in front of him.

His palms seemed to be shrouded in cold mist, and the Ice Silkworm's Cold Poison True Qi was pushed to its peak. His eyes were fixed on Li Fu, and he said in a cold voice.

"Li Fu, you and I both know perfectly well who killed my good-for-nothing second brother."

"You harmed my second brother, but I'm the one who's been unfairly blamed."

"Today, I will collect this debt, with interest."

The Third Young Master of the Tang Clan slowly clasped his fists together in front of his chest, making a cracking sound as he spoke in a deep voice.

"You tormented my brother to such an extent, as his brother, I have to avenge him."

Among the young masters of the Tang Clan, there is still one great master left, namely the Fifth Master.

He was a thin man in his twenties or thirties, standing with his hands behind his back beside the flower stand, his expression calm and unhurried as he spoke.

"Let's do it."

"Talking too much is pointless."

Tang Xiao remained standing in place, hands behind his back, his gaze fixed intently on the arena, maintaining control from the rear, showing no intention of making a move.

Tang Yubai was the first to move.

He crossed his palms and moved forward like a ghost.

The Ice Silkworm's Cold Poison True Qi had reached its peak. Two pale blue clouds of cold mist, carrying a bone-chilling aura, appeared on his palms and aimed directly at Li Fu's face.

Wherever the cold mist passed, the vines on the flower trellis instantly formed a thin layer of white frost, and even tiny ice crystals floated in the air, demonstrating the intensity of its chill.

"Li Fu, take my Ice Silkworm Spits Silk!"

Li Fu slightly turned his body, his graceful movements like those of an immortal strolling leisurely, and dodged the attack that was bound to hit him.

He brought his index and middle fingers together like a sword, and a semi-transparent sword aura suddenly appeared at his fingertips, about three feet long, flickering and shimmering, like a streak of white lightning under the moonlight, shining brightly.

With a flick of his sword, an invisible sword-like spirit snake emerged from its hole, stabbing diagonally toward Tang Yubai's shoulder.

Even before the sword energy arrived, its sharpness was enough to make one's hair stand on end.

Tang Yubai, whose attack failed, felt a sudden chill. He dared not take the attack head-on and quickly withdrew his palms to protect himself. He swiftly crossed his hands in front of him, and layers of Ice Silkworm True Qi surged out, setting up several barriers of cold mist within three feet in front of him. He let out a low shout.

"The silkworm cocoon stands upright!"

However, his layered true qi barrier was as thin as paper in front of the invisible qi sword of the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

With a soft hiss, the white light pierced through the first layer, followed by the second and third layers, all without any obstruction.

Tang Yubai's expression changed drastically, and he retreated hastily, taking several steps back in a disheveled manner before barely managing to avoid the sharpness of the sword energy.

In a single exchange, he was forced back more than two zhang away, his chest heaving and his face filled with horror.

But as soon as Tang Yubai stepped back, strong winds attacked Li Fu from both sides simultaneously.

On the left, the Third Young Master of the Tang Clan arrived, unleashing both fists simultaneously. The veins on his fists were bulging, carrying a fierce and powerful force capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks—the Tang Clan's ultimate technique, the Shattering Jade Fist.

His left fist was in front, his right fist behind, and the force of his three punches overlapped and merged, the power increasing layer by layer, like waves crashing against the shore, as he roared: "Triple Jade Shattering!"

The force of the punch was so great that even the air was compressed and emitted a muffled whistling sound. If this punch landed, even an iron man would be shattered into pieces.

On the right are the Five Young Masters of the Tang Clan.

His figure was like a drifting catkin in the wind, light and seemingly without any weight. He flicked out with one palm, the palm strike was soft and weak, but it contained layers of hidden strength, like a needle wrapped in cotton, or a sharp edge hidden in water.

He murmured, "The catkins drift among the earth."

This palm strike appears soft and effortless, yet it conceals a deadly and insidious force capable of destroying metal and bones, making it impossible to defend against.

Li Fu remained unfazed, without even turning his head to look. With a slight turn of his sword finger, a three-foot-long invisible sword of energy drew a line in mid-air.

A crescent-shaped arc swept diagonally across the path.

This sword strike is both offensive and defensive, its intent ethereal and lofty, like a gentle breeze brushing against willows or flowing water piercing through stone.

With a soft hiss, the Qi Sword met the Third Young Master's Shattered Jade Fist Force. The invisible sword edge touched the fierce fist force, splitting the three-layered wave-like fist force in two, just like a sharp blade cutting paper or a swift knife cleaving water.

The Third Young Master felt his long-accumulated fist force being effortlessly broken through. An unstoppable chill penetrated straight into his fist, startling him so much that he hurriedly withdrew his fist and retreated. Looking down, he saw that his fist had been slashed by sword energy, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain, from which blood and tears gushed out.

It was only because he instinctively recoiled and dodged quickly that he was able to save his hand; otherwise, he might not have been able to keep it.

In the blink of an eye, the sword energy, still undiminished, swept diagonally toward the Fifth Young Master's Floating Willow Palm.

The Tang Clan's ultimate martial art, the Floating Willow Divine Skill, possesses a gentle yet yin-like inner energy, making it a top-tier martial art that counters forceful and powerful styles. However, it is completely useless against Li Fu's indestructible, invisible sword of energy.

The sword energy pierced through his soft, hidden strength the moment it touched him, like a needle piercing water. The floating palm force was penetrated by the sword energy, without even the slightest resistance.

The Fifth Young Master's expression changed drastically. He spun around rapidly, drifting three feet to the side like a drifting catkin, trying to dodge the sword of qi, but he was unable to completely avoid it.

Kai, his right arm had been slashed open from elbow to wrist by sword energy, leaving a long gash. The flesh was torn open, revealing the bone, and blood dripped from his fingertips to the ground.

Li Fu forced back the three young masters of the Tang Clan with a single move, yet his body remained completely still, which was astonishing.

At this moment, the thirty or forty members of the Tang family around them launched their attack simultaneously.

But then, a swarm of hidden weapons came like locusts, poisoned needles, caltrops, darts, plum blossom nails, sleeve arrows, bone-piercing nails, and meridian-chasing nails—a motley crew, gleaming with cold light, weaving together into an impenetrable net that descended upon Li Fu from all directions.

More than ten other skilled members of the Tang family, each wielding poisoned short blades, water-splitting daggers, judge's pens, and other weapons, approached from between the hidden weapons, their blades flashing like lightning, aiming straight for Li Fuzhou's vital points.

Li Fu's gaze turned slightly cold, and the three-foot invisible sword in his hand spun in a perfect circle around his body as he unleashed the Whirlwind Dance Willow Sword Technique.

Wherever the sword energy passed, a series of crisp clanging sounds rang out, and the hundreds of hidden weapons bounced back as if they had hit an invisible iron wall.

Before the Tang family members who had launched the hidden weapons could react, they were hit by the weapons they had launched, with poisoned needles piercing their bodies and caltrops embedding themselves in their flesh.

Screams of agony rose and fell. The first dozen or so people had already collapsed, their faces ashen, foaming at the mouth, and convulsing uncontrollably. The deadly poison coated on those hidden weapons was now turning back on them. Even Tang Clan disciples might not have an antidote for the poison they coated themselves.

The dozen or so Tang family members who rushed at them with weapons fared even worse.

As Li Fu's sword energy swirled, a flash of white light appeared, and the dozen or so poisoned weapons were instantly severed in two, the broken blades clattering and falling to the ground.

Immediately afterward, the remaining edge of the sword energy swept out, striking the three disciples in the front at the waist. They were sent flying backward, spitting out blood, crashing into the courtyard wall and rolling down, barely breathing.

Several people on either side were cleaved from the shoulder to the ribs by the sword energy, leaving long, deep gashes that exposed the bone. They screamed and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Although the remaining few were not directly hit by the sword, they were blasted away by the residual force of the sword energy, their tendons and bones broken, and they collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

Thirty or forty skilled members of the Tang family were killed or wounded in a single coordinated attack.

Those who remained standing were ashen-faced, their legs weak, and their hands holding the hidden weapons trembled like leaves. They dared not take another step forward.

There was an insurmountable gap between their martial arts skills and Li Fu's.

Forget about exchanging blows; even getting within a few feet of Li Fu could be fatal.

Only a few top experts from the Tang Clan could barely hold their own against Li Fu.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant!"

At the very moment the Tang family disciples scattered, Iron Sleeve Yama Tang Xuan could no longer restrain himself and made his move. Seeing the heavy casualties among the crowd, he roared like a tiger, strode forward, and waved both sleeves at the same time.

When he waved his iron sleeves, they resembled two iron flags, accompanied by the faint sounds of wind and thunder. Wherever they passed, stones flew everywhere. Moreover, the sleeves were filled with poisonous gas, colorless and odorless, yet a mixture of a thousand deadly poisons, which would kill anyone who touched them.

As the poisonous wind swept in, Li Fu's gaze sharpened slightly.

His sword energy retreated, swirling and turning in front of him, transforming into a smooth, round curtain of light, like the moon hanging in the sky.

The poisonous winds struck the sword energy, hissing softly, and then dissipated into wisps of green smoke in the night wind, unable to penetrate even a little.

Tang Xuan unleashed a series of powerful sword strikes, each stronger than the last, while Li Fu countered with sword energy, relentlessly pressing forward without retreating an inch.

"Officer Li, take this!"

At that moment, the Thousand-Handed Scholar Mo Zhongxuan rose into the air like a kite, and struck out with his palm. The palm shadows flew around, like a tree full of flowers being blown away by a strong wind, with petals falling all over the sky. This was the Falling Petals Palm, which he had painstakingly cultivated throughout his life.

The palm strikes are fluid and omnipresent, each palm shadow concealing a wisp of subtle internal energy that is unleashed upon contact, continuous and penetrating everywhere.

At the same moment, Tang Yubai, the Third Young Master, and the Fifth Young Master reunited and surrounded them from three sides once again.

Tang Yubai's Ice Silkworm Mist transformed into a sky full of ice crystals, the Third Young Master's Shattered Jade Fist was as powerful as a mountain pressing down, and the Fifth Young Master's Floating Catkins Dark Force was as smooth as mercury spilling onto the ground.

Despite their injuries, the three gritted their teeth and unleashed their full power, forming a five-sided encirclement with Tang Xuan and Mo Zhongxuan's two-pronged attack.

Amidst the gaps in the five's attacks, two figures emerged most elusive: Poisonous Hand Guanyin Tang Yuehua and Black Blood Sword Tang Yuan unleashed their deadly moves.

Tang Yuan's figure swept into the battlefield like a wisp of gray smoke.

He had been patiently waiting for the right moment. Seeing Li Fuzheng and Tang Xuan locked in a stalemate with their iron sleeves, and Mo Zhongxuan's palm force pressing down from above, he flashed and closed to within three feet of Li Fuzheng. Then, a dark, dark light flashed, and a two-finger-wide black blood sword coated with a rare and deadly poison suddenly attacked.

"Young man, you do have some skill."

"However, you are not in a position to be so arrogant in front of my Tang Clan."

The Black Blood Sword in his hands was unpredictable, sometimes stabbing, sometimes slicing, sometimes parrying, sometimes slashing, each strike delivered from an unexpected angle, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to devour its prey at any moment.

His sword technique is called Seven Steps to Sever the Soul. His footwork and sword moves are combined so that he can take a life within seven steps as easily as taking something out of a bag.

With one step, the sword light transformed into three dark shadows, piercing Li Fu's throat, heart, and dantian—three major acupoints; with the second step, the sword shadows multiplied into seven, enveloping all the vital points of Li Fu's upper body:

With the third, fourth, and fifth steps, the sword light of the Black Blood Sword was like an impenetrable black net, completely covering the area within a ten-foot radius around Li Fu. The sword shadows were layered upon layered, dense as a sudden rain, and the sweet and pungent poison gas spread with the sword wind, even staining the air with a layer of dark red mist.

Meanwhile, Tang Yuehua, the Poisonous Guanyin, moved like a ghost outside the sword net, her palms turning a dark bluish-purple, the poison power of the Dripping Guanyin Palm reaching its peak.

She was in no hurry to make a move, but instead, like a seasoned hunter, she watched from the sidelines. Her white hair fluttered in the night wind, and her cloudy old eyes gleamed with a sharp light. She was just waiting for Li Fu to show the slightest weakness in the Seven Steps Soul-Severing Sword Net before she would take his life with a palm strike containing deadly poison.

Seven top masters—Tang Yuehua, Tang Yuan, Tang Xuan, Mo Zhongxuan, Tang Yubai, the Third Young Master, and the Fifth Young Master—each possessing a unique and distinct martial art, surged towards Li at the same moment!

In that instant, the courtyard was filled with the sounds of wind, sword energy, poisonous mist, fist force, palm shadows, sleeve wind, and sword light, all intertwined like seven surging rivers flowing into the same canyon, threatening to completely engulf the lone figure.

The ground was littered with the wails and bloodstains of the Tang family members, surrounded by the horrified gazes of the remaining Tang disciples, and the cold, frosty moonlight overhead.

When Song Zhaoxue saw this scene from under the flower trellis, her heart tightened and she almost cried out.

Li Fu was surrounded by seven people, yet he remained as calm as a snowstorm.

He slightly lowered his body, spun his right sword finger, and the sword energy condensed into a tangible substance, shining like a bright pearl. His whole body then began to move ethereally.

The Wind-Swept Willow Sword Technique was unleashed.

Body and sword become one, sword and mind become one; man is like a willow in the wind, sword is like moonlight.

Although the seven men's attacks were as dense as a torrential downpour, they could not gain the upper hand against Li Fu. On the contrary, none of them were unafraid of Li Fu's invisible sword energy that could cut through gold and jade, and they were forced to hold back.

Moreover, the Six Meridian Divine Sword is unpredictable in length, making it impossible to defend against; it truly possesses unfathomable power.

Li Fu moved swiftly through the seven torrents, like a streak of white light that moved freely and unstoppably.

Tang Yuan's Seven-Step Soul-Severing Sword Technique, which requires seven steps to build up momentum, is now ready to step into the sixth step, meaning he will soon be able to unleash its most powerful move.

"This kid's martial arts are truly terrifying, I can't take it—"

During the exchange, Mo Zhongxuan tried to create an opportunity for him, and the Falling Petals Palm struck from behind. Li Fu turned his body with the palm wind, and sword energy weaved between the palm shadows.

With a series of sharp, hissing sounds, Mo Zhongxuan's palms were covered with fine, deep sword marks, some so deep that the bone was visible. Blood dripped from between his fingers onto the ground, and his face turned deathly pale as he staggered backward.

The shadows of the Black Blood Sword were as dense as a ghostly net, layer upon layer, rushing towards Li.

Thanks to the opportunity created by Mo Zhongxuan, the impenetrable shadows blocked Li Fu for a moment.

"You little brat, prepare to die!"

Tang Yuan's eyes gleamed brightly, and he took the seventh step. The countless sword shadows suddenly converged into a straight black light, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aiming straight for Li Fu's heart!

This sword strike exhausted all his strength; its speed, ruthlessness, and viciousness were truly the limit of what he could achieve.

But Li Fu was waiting for this final sword strike.

Just as the Black Blood Sword was about to pierce his chest, Li Fu suddenly flipped his right sword finger.

The sword energy, which was one foot long, suddenly swelled to more than three feet, and a snow-white sword light exploded in front of him, like a bright moon suddenly rising in the long night.

With a flick of his sword finger, the sword energy swirled and flowed smoothly, first absorbing the entire force of Tang Yuan's deadly sword strike into the circle of sword energy, then...

The momentum shifted, and then they surged outwards again!

With a clear and resonant clang, the two swords clashed, sparks flying.

Tang Yuan felt an overwhelming force surge through the sword, and his tiger's mouth split open instantly, splattering blood.

His Black Blood Sword, tempered with the Hundred Sorrows Elixir, was struck head-on by the sword energy and snapped in two with a hiss.

The broken sword spun through the night sky and flew a long way before embedding itself in a tree trunk several meters away with a loud thud, vibrating and humming.

Tang Yuan was struck as if by lightning, his body flew backward, and blood gushed from his mouth.

He fell heavily to the ground three zhang away and could no longer get up.

"Guanyin sheds tears!"

At the very instant the Black Blood Sword broke, Poison Hand Guanyin Tang Yuehua unleashed her Dripping Water Guanyin Palm, a trump card move that had been brewing for a long time.

The purplish-blue poisonous mist surged like a whirlwind, sweeping towards Li from all directions.

It is so toxic that even the air is corroded and hisses.

Her hoarse voice sounded particularly mournful in the night wind.

"Your junior will face death!"

Just as Li Fu had broken Tang Yuan's Seven-Step Soul-Severing Sword, before he could regain his footing, Tang Yuehua's poisonous palm struck him like a net from heaven and earth.

He neither dodged nor avoided it.

Using the recoil from the previous sword strike, he spun around.

The three-foot sword energy in his hand spun in a perfect arc around his body, absorbing all the blue-purple poisonous mist into the sword energy ring. After gathering momentum, he spun around and then suddenly pushed it outward!

The white light shattered like a moon, and countless invisible swords shot out simultaneously.

Tang Yuehua's Dripping Water Guanyin Palm was directly hit by the sword energy, causing the poisonous mist to churn and surge back, devouring her.

Her emaciated body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

His back slammed heavily against the courtyard wall with a dull crack; it was unclear whether the wall had shattered or his bones had broken.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his chest a dark red.

He slumped to the ground, unable to get up.

The aftershocks of the sword energy that had shot out had not yet dissipated when it swept across all directions.

Tang Xuan's sleeves were torn to shreds by the sword energy, and the tattered fabric fluttered down like butterflies.

His arms hung limply, and he stumbled back seven or eight steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud, his face ashen.

Mo Zhongxuan's palms were already covered with sword marks, and now he was struck by the remaining edge of the sword energy, his chest was covered in blood, and he staggered back more than ten steps before collapsing to the ground.

Tang Yubai, the Third Young Master, and the Fifth Young Master were all sent flying backwards, falling several feet away, and were seriously injured.

Under the moonlight, only Li Fu remained standing in the center of the courtyard. His clothes fluttered slightly, an invisible sword of energy pointed diagonally at the ground, and he stood with one hand behind his back, his expression as calm as ever. He truly had the air of an immortal.

His gaze swept over the seven Tang Clan masters who had fallen to the ground, and over the Tang Clan members who were lying haphazardly, half of them dead or wounded.

Tang Yuehua slumped against the wall, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Tang Yuan lay on his back, the Black Blood Sword broken in two and scattered beside him.

Tang Xuan remained seated on the ground, his arms hanging limply like broken willow branches.

Mo Zhongxuan couldn't even sit up; his injuries were the most severe, and he was barely breathing.

Tang Yubai, the Third Young Master, and the Fifth Young Master all lay prostrate on the ground, unable to rise again.

Of the dozens of people in the courtyard who attacked him, some died and some were injured; none of them could stand up to fight him anymore.

"Is this all the Tang Clan, such a large organization, is capable of?" he said indifferently.