Mortal, I have an immortality lottery panel.

Lanzhou, though not the largest of the thirteen prefectures of Yue, and even ranking low in area, was the second richest among them, thanks to the Xianglu Grand Canal, which ran almost through the entire Yue Kingdom.

Although Jiayuan City is not the capital of Lanzhou, it is the richest city in the entire Lanzhou, home to a large number of gangs, sects, and forces in the Lanzhou martial arts world, making it a complex and intertwined place.

Meanwhile, a major event occurred in Jiayuan City: the disciple of Mo Juren, the long-lost leader of the Jiayuan City Jingjiao Society, reappeared.

Carrying Mo Juren's will and keepsakes, she went to the Mo family mansion of Jingjiao Society to report the death. Based on Mo Juren's words in the will, it seemed that he intended to get engaged to Mo Yuzhu, the leader of the three beauties of the Mo family.

This angered all the young men in Jiayuan City who admired Mo Yuzhu, and they all vied to challenge Wu Jianming, Mo Juren's closed-door disciple.

But Wu Jianming truly lived up to his reputation as Mo Juren's last disciple, having mastered his teachings and even learned the Silver Demon Hand technique. Relying on this technique, he defeated several young talents from Jiayuan City in succession, winning thunderous applause.

On this day, a makeshift arena was set up in the central square of Jiayuan City.

With a loud "bang," a figure flew off the stage like a kite with its string cut, landing awkwardly on the ground and rolling several times before coming to a stop. He was then helped up by several servants.

"I never imagined that even the Third Young Master of the Green Robe Gang would be defeated. His Azure Cloud Pine Sword is a true inheritance from the Green Robe Gang leader. Yet he was no match for Wu Jianming's Silver Demon Hand. No wonder the former Chairman Mo of the Jingjiao Society was once considered a martial arts overlord of Lanzhou. It seems his reputation was well-deserved."

"Yes! Even the Third Young Master of the Green Robe Gang has lost, so who will be next? Among the younger generation in the entire Jiayuan City, there are not many who can defeat him. Those young masters may not take action against Wu Jianming over such a small matter."

"Yes! That's true."

Just as the onlookers around the arena were discussing among themselves, a handsome young man dressed in white, with a kind smile on his face, bowed to the crowd.

"I wonder if any other gentlemen would like to step forward and offer their guidance? I, Wu, will gladly oblige."

The tone was full of confidence, making one frown involuntarily, yet one had to admit that the other party indeed had the ability.

For a moment, the people of Jiayuan City who had gathered in the square to watch the play looked at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing this, a smug look flashed in Wu Jianming's eyes. Just as he was about to leave the stage, he raised an eyebrow and looked towards where he had come up.

"Who is he?!"

"Never seen him before, don't know him, but he's even more handsome than Wu Jianming, and a few sizes younger."

"Young man, you're being too reckless. Even the Third Young Master of the Green Robe Gang isn't a match for Wu Jianming. How did he even get up there? What if something unexpected happens? Wu Jianming has a lot of people in his hands, and he's incredibly ruthless."

In contrast to the discussions below the stage, Wu Jianming frowned and narrowed his eyes as he stared at the handsome, younger man in brocade robes who was walking onto the stage.

"And who are you?"

"If we're talking about status, I should call you 'Senior Brother,' but I don't know if this 'Senior Brother' you're referring to is genuine?"

The man in brocade robes was none other than Lin Yue, who had come from the Seven Mysteries Sect.

After Mo Juren and Yu Tongzi finished cultivating the remaining "Eternal Spring Skill", he rushed to Lanzhou.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jianming arrived ahead of time. Since he was here, he had no intention of letting this imposter go.

"What did he say... Senior Brother? He called him Senior Brother Wu Jianming. Could he also be a disciple of President Mo of the Jingjiao Society?"

"Wait, it seems these two have never met before. Could one of them be an imposter?"

"hiss!"

This statement prompted many people in the arena to make a significant contribution to the greenhouse effect in Jiayuan City.

For a moment, many people stared at the two people facing each other on the stage with different expressions and bright eyes.

Upon hearing this, Wu Jianming's expression changed slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but he immediately calmed down and said sternly.

"I never imagined that someone would dare to impersonate Master's disciple. In that case, I'll let you experience Master's unique martial art: Silver Demon Hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Jianming suddenly unleashed a fierce aura that surged into the sky. This aura was like a storm, growing stronger and stronger, and spreading outwards, filling the entire arena.

Faced with such a powerful gust of wind, Wu Jianming's opponents in the past all changed their expressions drastically, and some even fell to the ground in a ridiculous manner, making a complete fool of themselves.

Lin Yue, however, stood tall and imposing like a towering mountain, not even the hem of his clothes swaying, which shows how calm and composed he was.

Upon seeing this, Wu Jianming's face showed a look of horror. He had only ever seen such a thing with his true master, Ouyang Feitian, the master of the Duba Manor.

Although he was deeply shocked, Wu Jianming dared not stop.

Suddenly, his entire arm seemed to be filled with air, swelling up out of thin air and becoming much thicker than before.

Even more astonishingly, the skin, which was originally dry and yellow, has now turned silvery-white. Under the sunlight, it reflects a cold metallic luster, seemingly indestructible, as if it were made of real silver.

Then, with a "bang," they slapped each other together, making a metallic scraping noise that disturbed everyone's peace of mind.

Then, with a sway of his body, he was already in mid-air, waving his giant silver hand. His entire body transformed into a whirlwind, rushing straight towards Lin Yue with the force of Mount Tai crashing down.

It seems he has no intention of lingering any longer and wants to rely on his divine skills to take him down in one fell swoop.

To avoid any unforeseen circumstances.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Lin Yue didn't even lift his eyelids. He simply stretched out his arm and turned his palm into a fist.

"boom!!!"

An unprecedented, earth-shattering roar erupted on the arena, like a bolt from the blue.

As soon as the sound rang out, the unprepared crowd in the square were instantly stunned, their heads buzzing as if they had lost their hearing.

Then, a horrifying scene unfolded: a rain of blood poured down from the sky above the arena.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

……

The raindrops landed on the faces, heads, and bodies of everyone in the square, and for a moment the entire square fell silent. Everyone's face showed expressions of horror, shock, and fear.

Yet they dared not utter a sound, as if afraid of angering the terrifying figure on the arena who, though not particularly tall, seemed like a god or demon.

Lin Yue stepped onto the arena, but he didn't bleed a drop. He only showed a hint of disappointment on his face and shook his hand.

He seemed somewhat dissatisfied with his own masterpiece.

"It seems it's still a bit lacking."

Lin Yue muttered something under his breath, and this seemingly casual remark brought the others back to their senses from shock, horror, and dread.