Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

Inside a side room of the Fuwei Escort Agency's Changsha branch.

Lin Zhennan shouted at the pockmarked man:

"Who are you? What kind of skill is it to take a woman hostage! If you have the guts, let's have a fair fight and I'll show you the power of the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Technique!"

The pockmarked man sneered, thrusting his short sword forward. The sharp blade pierced through Madam Wang's clothes at the back of her neck.

The cool touch pressed against the skin, and a trace of dark red blood quickly spread, seeping into a small patch on the dark fabric.

His wrist tightened slightly, the force precisely controlled, causing Madam Wang to break out in a cold sweat, yet without being fatal. His tone was sinister, like a venomous snake's tongue:

"I've already experienced a few moves of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, and it's indeed skillful. Why don't you come and test it on me?"

"Lin Zhennan, enough nonsense! Either hand over the sword manual, or I'll send your wife on her way first. It's one of those!"

"Don't you dare hurt my mother!"

The door was flung open by a gust of air, and Shi Potian, carrying a long sword, suddenly appeared inside—the people inside couldn't figure out how he appeared.

His gaze was fixed on the short sword that the pockmarked man had pressed against his mother's back, and his aura suddenly tightened.

Although he was young, his eyes held a compelling force, clearly indicating that he was genuinely angry, which made the pockmarked man feel a chill in his heart.

"Let go of my mother! Or I'll draw my sword and kill you!"

Lin Zhennan was both surprised and delighted, but fear quickly overwhelmed him. He broke out in a cold sweat and reached out to stop him, saying, "Ping'er! Don't be impulsive! He's taking your mother hostage! Let's talk to him properly!"

He had roamed the martial world for decades and had never lost his composure like this before. His voice trembled as he spoke, fearing that his son's actions might cost his wife her life.

The pockmarked man sized up Shi Potian. He saw that Shi Potian was only twenty years old, but his eyes were unusually calm. He also noticed that Shi Potian's steps were light and his breathing was long. The rumors were true. He was indeed a man of extraordinary skill.

But with hostages in hand, their confidence immediately increased.

Instead of loosening his grip on Madam Wang, he thrust the short sword in another half-inch, and sneered:

"You little brat, you've come at the perfect time! I heard you single-handedly took down the Qingcheng Sect with your sword, quite the impressive figure!"

"Why should I let go of your mother? I'm not that fool Yu Canghai, who insists on fighting you with swords! I'm all about wits, not strength."

"Get back out of my way! Now!"

Fearing that he might cause trouble and harm his mother, Shi Potian took two steps back, almost reaching the door.

Seeing that Shi Potian was so obedient, the pockmarked man became even more emboldened:

"Since you're so filial, then do me a favor for your father—hand over the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, and I'll release your mother immediately! Otherwise, once I hand over this sword, you can expect to collect her corpse!"

Madam Wang clenched her teeth so tightly that her lips almost bled, and cold sweat streamed down her face, yet she forced herself to shout at Shi Potian:

"Ping'er, don't worry about me! I'd rather die than be threatened by this villain! Kill him with one sword!"

"Shut up!"

The pockmarked man glared at Madam Wang and then suddenly pressed down on her wrist.

Madam Wang groaned, the bloodstain on her back suddenly widened, and her face turned ashen.

"Stop!" Shi Potian's chest heaved, his face flushed red.

The pockmarked man peeked out from behind Madam Wang, staring at Shi Potian with a twisted, ferocious grin on his face, like it was crawling with venomous worms.

"You little brat, scared yet?"

"Then hand over the sword manual!"

He looked at Shi Potian's hateful yet helpless expression, his pockmarked face contorted with excitement that seemed to drip blood, his yellowed teeth protruding from his lips, his neck stretching longer and longer, resembling a venomous snake.

"Hehehehe..."

The pockmarked man laughed maniacally, his voice drawn out as he pressed his short sword firmly against Madam Wang's back, his voice overflowing with madness.

"I'll count to three! If you don't hand over the sword manual, your mother's dead!"

"one--"

He deliberately slowed his speech, drawing out the last syllable: "Think about it, if she dies, you won't have a mother anymore!"

Shi Potian's pupils suddenly contracted, and his right hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, his fingers turning white from the force.

The pockmarked man grew even more excited: "Two—"

Before the words were finished—

The room suddenly seemed to get cold.

It's chilling! Thoroughly chilling!

The pockmarked man's neck felt even colder. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly froze, his pupils dilated sharply, and a "hoarse" sound came from his throat.

The word "two" could no longer be delayed; it just lingered in his throat.

He slowly lowered his head and saw a sword tip piercing through his neck. The sword was spotless, still as smooth as a mirror.

Shi Potian stood in front of him, loosened his grip on his longsword, and looked at the man whose life was hanging by a thread, his eyes finally losing their sharpness.

The pockmarked man looked up at Shi Potian, opened his mouth as if to say, "Such a fast sword," but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Thump!"

The pockmarked man's body fell straight down, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

Madam Wang collapsed to the ground, looking at the scene before her, overwhelmed by a sense of dazed relief.

Shi Potian stepped forward to help his mother up, released her acupoints, and pressed the acupoints around the wound to stop the bleeding.

With her pressure points released, Madam Wang finally regained her composure. She pressed her hand against the wound on her back without even flinching. She simply stared at the corpse on the ground, her eyes cold and stern.

"Shameless scoundrel, all you do is sneak attacks. You dare to run wild on the territory of Fuwei Escort Agency? Don't you even take a piss and look in the mirror? Look at your ugly face! You even dare to use me as a hostage to threaten my son."

"They absolutely deserved to die!"

Madam Wang cursed and brandished her golden knife, wishing she could go up and slash a few more times.

She turned to look at Shi Potian, and seeing that his expression was somewhat unnatural, her expression immediately softened, and she took her son's hand:

"Ping'er, you did a great job! This kind of evil person deserves to die. Killing him is doing a good deed for the people. Don't overthink it."

Shi Potian felt the warmth in his palm and finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"Mom, I will never let you die in front of me again."

Madam Wang's tears welled up instantly, and she hugged her son's shoulders, saying:

"Good son, Mom is fine, Mom won't die."

Madam Wang didn't understand why her son said "again," but seeing his genuine emotions, her eyes welled up with tears.

She didn't know that Shi Potian had just lost his mother before coming to this world.

Lin Zhennan breathed a sigh of relief and strode forward. He first glanced at Madam Wang's wound, and seeing that it was only a superficial injury, he was relieved. Then he looked at Shi Potian, his eyes filled with shock and admiration:

"Ping'er! How did you do that? I didn't even see you make a move, how did that person get hit by the sword?"

Shi Potian shook his head and said, "My skills are still shallow, this is nothing. Otherwise, I could have saved my mother without killing anyone."

In this emergency, Shi Po Angel unleashed the legendary martial art of Xia Ke Island, "Kill One Person in Ten Steps".

This sword technique excels at assassination and is the pinnacle of assassin sword techniques.

Within ten steps, everyone becomes an enemy.

While Green Old Man's "Ten Years to Forge a Sword" was amazing, compared to Shi Potian's "Ten Steps to Kill One Person" sword technique, it was merely a firefly compared to the bright moon.