A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

The woman had a beautiful face and a voluptuous figure. Her black dress could not hide her graceful figure, and the yellow belt around her waist clearly indicated that she was a member of the Demonic Sect.

"Oh, what a handsome young man, why would he be so foolish as to want to die!"

Lu Ming stepped forward, holding the sword sheath in his left hand and carrying it behind his back with his right. His blue and white robes fluttered in the wind, and anyone who saw him would have to praise him as a handsome young man.

"As long as I don't die on your stomach."

Wang Cheng was furious. Everyone knew he was in love with Sang San Niang. Hearing his goddess praise him so highly, and then being insulted by him, he had already decided to kill Lu Ming in his heart.

"When I was a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and outlaws), you weren't even born yet! Let me give you a piece of advice: young man, don't be too arrogant!"

Having said that, he used his inner strength to slam the teacup away.

A teacup imbued with powerful internal energy spins at high speed. If you were to take it head-on without proper control, the teacup would shatter, and tea would splash all over you—a truly embarrassing sight. If you dodged it, you'd be at a disadvantage before the fight even began.

"This kid is doomed. Elder Wang's internal strength is profound; no one can withstand a single move from him."

"Exactly, exactly. He looks so decent, I bet if he went to Cuixiang Tower, the girls would want to spend the night with him even if it were free."

Faced with the fierce attack, Lu Ming, whose Purple Cloud Divine Skill had reached the ninth level and was halfway to perfection, simply stomped his right foot on the ground.

An invisible aura surged forth, shattering the teacup with a crash. With a flick of the sleeve, the fragments mixed with the tea to form a unique hidden weapon that flew away at an even faster speed than it had come.

Wang Cheng slammed his fist on the table, and the Judge's Pen appeared instantly in his hand. He used an invisible force to shatter the incoming fragments, while the dozen or so demonic sect experts behind him stared wide-eyed, blood slowly trickling down their foreheads—their brains had been shattered!

With just one move, the difference in skill was immediately apparent. Having lost face in front of his beloved, he became even more enraged and unleashed his inner strength, causing his speed to surge dramatically.

The judge's pen moved horizontally left and right, creating a blur of illusions and realities, instantly transforming the original pressure point technique into a deadly attack.

Lu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. Facing the myriad illusions, he saw through his opponent's weakness at a glance, enhanced by the Purple Cloud Divine Skill. He raised his right hand and struck out with lightning speed, bypassing the sharp tip of a pen.

What!

Wang Cheng never expected that his opponent could see through his moves, and in haste, he used the Sun and Moon Capturing Hand to counter him.

boom!

With a single palm strike, he was severely injured. Before Wang Cheng could react, another palm strike, no less powerful than the previous one, struck. The Purple Cloud True Qi invaded like sword light, severing his meridians with devastation. As he was being sent flying backward, he was instantly reduced to several pieces, creating a rain of blood.

"What kind of young person isn't hot-blooded?"

hiss!

Whether they were disciples of the Demonic Sect or the bodyguards and guards who were helping them, they couldn't help but swallow hard. Wasn't this a bit too fierce?

After killing someone, he still managed to put on a show; that's what you call a master!

Sang San Niang's usually stern face also became more serious. Wang Cheng was of medium strength among the ten elders and was a backbone of the Divine Sect.

Now he died without even being able to withstand one of the opponent's moves?

What's even more ridiculous is that the other party didn't even draw their sword. If a sword sect disciple is like this without a sword, what would happen if they did?

"Elder Qin, hold him off. This is of utmost importance. I will go back and report to the sect leader."

Qin Weibang, who was hiding behind the scenes, also looked extremely ugly. "I'll cover the rear while you go first? Do you want to hear what you have to say?"

Although he considered himself extraordinary, he wasn't stupid. Even a duel with Wang Cheng would take two hundred moves to determine a winner, and now that his opponent had been killed in one move, he wouldn't stand a chance if he went up against him.

He had no choice but to go, as Sang San Niang was one of Dongfang Bubai's confidantes and held a much higher position than him.

With a swift movement, he raised his waist knife high above his head. Having learned from his previous mistake, he now sought a simple, straightforward, and fatal strike.

His inner strength surged, and under the pressure of death, this strike also transcended its initial intensity. The blade's momentum locked onto Lu Ming, ensuring that no matter which direction he dodged, he would be struck.

Qin Weibang's face lit up with joy, and his fear turned into a ferocious expression. After this battle, with proper consolidation, he might very well be able to step into the Grandmaster realm: "Die, you scoundrel!"

"What a powerful strike! No wonder it's Elder Qin's."

"Hiss, Elder Qin seems to have broken through! This sword technique is unavoidable; that kid is doomed!"

Lu Ming remained unmoved, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword, a purple aura rising from his face.

With lightning speed, he drew his sword, unleashing sword energy from three different internal forces. With a stomp of his foot, his figure flew out like a drifting catkin.

As the Xi Yi sword technique was unleashed, two figures passed each other.

After landing, Qin Weibang stood still, and the waist knife in his hand split open. It didn't break, but rather split in two from the front of the blade; such precision was truly terrifying.

The knife split, and the person was split in two.

Before the crowd could marvel at the young hero, Lu Ming, his momentum undiminished, charged into the crowd, sword shadows flying everywhere.

One second they were on the left, the person on the right had already been cleaved in two. The next instant they appeared behind, their longswords thrusting out repeatedly, splitting the person and carriage in two.

Their brutality made people wonder who the real members of the demonic cult were.

"Don't let any escape. What are you standing there for? Want to try my sword too?"

The bodyguards then seemed to wake from a dream, and charged forward with high morale. They were not good at fighting against the wind, but they could perform at their best when the wind was favorable.

Just as Sang San Niang ran into the inn, Lu Ming caught up behind her and quickly struck out with his palm.

The next moment she was pressed down on the table, and before she could resist, the other person tapped her on the back of the head a few times and poked her a few times with a riding crop.

Wow!

A wave of nausea washed over him, and he instantly vomited out three insect eggs—the Three Corpse Brain God Pills used by the Sun Moon Cult to control its followers.

This poison is extremely insidious, making it the best medicine for controlling subordinates. It contains three types of corpse worms. After ingestion, there are no immediate symptoms, but if an antidote to suppress the worms is not taken at noon on the Dragon Boat Festival each year, the worms will emerge. Once inside the brain, the person who takes this medicine will act like a ghost or demon, even biting and eating their parents and spouse.

"I'll spare your life. Go back and tell Dongfang Bubai that I can't control who he fights, but he shouldn't cause trouble on Huashan Sect's territory."

After saying that, Lu Ming moved to face her, pinched her chin, and grinned maliciously.

"I don't need to teach you how to say it. Just send me any information about me and the Huashan Sect in the future, and I'll give you something in return."

He tossed over a bottle of Lesser Rejuvenation Pills, saying, "These are Lesser Rejuvenation Pills; they can enhance your cultivation by two years."

Sang San Niang thought she was going to die, but she never expected to be alive and even receive the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill. Her mood changed from great sorrow to great joy, and a blush rose on her beautiful cheeks.

"Young hero, your righteousness is unparalleled; I admire you greatly. May I ask if you intend to investigate the Golden Lion Escort Agency case later?"

"Do you know what happened?"

Sang San Niang nodded like a chick pecking at rice, her tone ingratiating. Someone who could instantly force out the corpse worm eggs must not only be a master but also a renowned doctor! Such a person was someone she should befriend; it would be entirely beneficial to her.

"It was done by the Songshan Sect in collusion with the Huashan Sword Sect. The Sword Sect traitors Cong Buqi and Cheng Buyou are hiding in a Taoist temple in the east of Baoding City, disguised as fortune tellers. Feng Buping is not in Baoding City, but is secretly practicing swordsmanship and has many connections with the Songshan Sect."

"Is there anything else you need me to do, young hero? I will certainly do it!"

Lu Ming stroked his chin, his expression playful: "So, I'm asking you to serve me in bed?"

Sang San Niang's expression was strange. She was pretty, but not stunningly beautiful. Why would he be interested in her? "If young hero finds my plain appearance appealing, it would be my honor. Shall we go now?"

"Alright, you can go now, we'll talk later."

Lu Ming was just joking. What he needed was a capable helper like Sang San Niang, not a fire extinguisher to solve his lower body problems.