Killing Monks

When Lu Chengyu smiled, the sinister and fierce look between his brows faded considerably, and he even revealed a rare gentleness and composure, as if he had become a different person.

"Long time no see." Lu Chengyu stood with his knife in hand. "After all these years, you're still as nosy as ever."

"I don't like to meddle in other people's business," the old Taoist shook his head, "I just like to... stand by and watch."

As he spoke, he actually stepped aside half a step, making a "please go ahead" gesture:

"Since you have made your decision, then this humble Taoist will no longer interfere!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the restless guests filling the courtyard, his voice suddenly turning cold:

"And no one else is allowed to interfere."

The air in the courtyard suddenly froze.

Those martial arts practitioners who were originally influenced by the Mirror of Observation were now silent as cicadas in fear.

This disheveled old Taoist priest actually wanted to suppress the wolves and tigers in the courtyard by himself and clear the area for Lu Chengyu.

"Sword Master, could this Taoist priest be...?" Hai Yantian couldn't help but ask in a low voice, his voice filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Zhan Jianjun nodded coldly, squeezing out two words through clenched teeth:

"The Way of Heaven".

It takes "Heaven" as its name and "Tao" as its title.

One of the most legendary Taoists in the martial arts world, his whereabouts are elusive and his cultivation level is unfathomable.

He was already famous throughout the north and south thirty years ago, but he rarely got involved in worldly disputes, so he left behind many anecdotes and few people knew his true face.

Heaven!

He was also an old friend of Lu Chengyu!

Guangyuan's heart sank.

He miscalculated!

This Taoist priest was not an enemy of the Lu family at all, but an old acquaintance of Lu Chengyu!

The statement just now, "Since you have made your decision, then this humble Taoist will no longer interfere," was actually... tacit approval.

He gritted his teeth and was about to move when the old Taoist priest, without even turning his head, grabbed and pressed down with his backhand.

An invisible force, like Mount Tai pressing down, pulled Guangyuan back to his side and forcefully pressed him back into the chair.

"This is their family matter," Tiandao said calmly. "Don't interfere."

Unable to struggle, Guangyuan could only glare angrily: "Senior, why must you stand by and watch father and son kill each other?!"

The Taoist priest did not reply, but continued to peel the peanuts in his hand, one after another.

Lu Chengyu glanced at Tiandao, but neither thanked him nor said anything more.

He simply gripped the black knife tighter, turned around, and faced Lu Fei.

The blade was raised, and black energy surged again.

"Fei'er," his voice returned to its previous coldness, "Father has come to kill you."

This time, no one can stop them.

No, there is one more person.

Tang Shuangshuang stood behind Lu Fei, her face as pale as paper, but she bit her lip tightly, neither crying out nor backing down.

She suddenly took a step forward and hugged Lu Fei tightly from behind.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her cheek against his back, and moved as lightly as a feather falling.

Her hand gently grasped Lu Fei's cold fingers.

Their fingers were intertwined.

Then, she whispered in Lu Fei's ear in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Lu Lang, actually... I like you a little too."

Lu Fei was startled.

He turned around abruptly!

But then a trickle of black blood seeped from the corner of Tang Shuangshuang's mouth, slowly flowing down and dripping onto the front of her bright red wedding dress, spreading out in a dark hue.

"you……"

"Heartbreak Powder..." Tang Shuang's eyes began to glaze over. "Instant death upon ingestion... even a god couldn't save you. Lu Lang... live well..."

Before she could finish speaking, her body went limp and she fell backward.

Lu Fei wrapped his arms around her, and when he touched her, he could feel her body growing cold.

This scene and this moment overlapped with fragmented images from the depths of my memory!

Many years ago, a little girl named Xiaojun also gradually grew cold in his arms in the same way.

At that time, he was powerless to change the situation and could only watch helplessly.

Later, when he traveled the world, many women showed interest in him.

Whether bright and beautiful, gentle and graceful, or dashing and spirited... he always shook his head and avoided her.

Because he was afraid, afraid of encountering such a situation again!

Tang Shuangshuang was the only one who was different.

This decisive and principled female knight-errant stirred a vague attraction in him, which is why he agreed to attend the banquet at her home.

But who could have imagined that this one wrong decision would trigger this irreversible tragedy?

It's all his fault...

Do not!

It wasn't his fault!

It's Lu Chengyu!

It was this madman, this man who, for the sake of the so-called "Heavenly Realm" and the so-called "Eternal Prosperity of the Lu Family," was willing to kill his own son as a sacrifice—

brute!

Lu Fei slowly raised his head, and blood seeped from his clenched fist.

All the confusion, pain, and struggle in his eyes burned away at this moment, turning into pure and extreme hatred and anger!

He had never wanted to kill anyone so much.

Never before have I wanted to tear a person to pieces and grind their bones to ashes.

"land--"

The first word rolled out of his throat like a wild beast's growl.

"Continue—"

The second word caused blood and foam to gush from between his teeth.

"Yu—!"

The moment the third word was uttered, Tang Shuangshuang in his arms stopped breathing completely.

Lu Fei looked up to the sky and roared!

The howl was unlike a human voice; it was as fierce as a wolf and as mournful as a ghost, carrying boundless hatred as it soared straight into the sky.

And at this moment, the black knife in Lu Chengyu's hand—

hum!

The blade suddenly trembled violently, and dense, dark red blood patterns appeared on the jet-black blade, undulating and pulsating like blood vessels, as if a living thing had awakened.

Lu Chengyu's expression changed drastically. He tried to grip the knife tightly with his five fingers, but the knife seemed to have its own will and suddenly broke free!

"laugh--"

The hilt of the knife slipped from his palm, leaving a trail of blood droplets. It spun half a circle in the air before landing squarely in Lu Fei's raised hand.

Black sword acquired!

The blade trembled violently, emitting an almost joyful buzzing sound.

The hilt of the knife felt scorching hot, like grasping the heart of a living creature, greedily sucking the blood seeping from Lu Fei's palm, along with that burning, sea-boiling hatred.

The black knife was responding to him.

She longs for him.

Lu Fei gripped the hilt of his knife and slowly stood up.

He put down Tang Shuangshuang's gradually cooling body and walked step by step toward Lu Chengyu.

Black knife, white hand, red blood!

With each step, the bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked open with spiderweb-like fine lines, sending fragments of stone flying everywhere.

His eyes were bloodshot, but deep within his pupils lay a deathly blackness, like two bottomless dry wells.

"kill!"

There was no nonsense, no questioning, not even a single "why".

Lu Fei swung his arms and spun around, drawing his sword!

The black blade, imbued with the domineering and ruthless power unique to the "Lu Family Knife Technique," slashed straight at Lu Chengyu's face!

The blade whistled fiercely, black energy surged, and this strike was devoid of any fancy moves, containing only the purest killing intent.

Lu Chengyu's expression changed slightly, but instead of retreating, he advanced, his right hand making a grasping motion in the air.

"Clang!"

Not far away, the long sword at Lu Chengming's waist was drawn from its sheath and flew into his palm as a streak of silver light.

With the knife in hand, Lu Chengyu swayed and met the incoming black blade.

"when--!"

The two swords clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang!

The shockwave exploded, causing the robes of the surrounding guests to flutter wildly.

A father holds a silver knife, and a son holds a black knife.

A seasoned expert with profound cultivation, who has been immersed in the Earth Realm for decades.

A man with shallow cultivation, yet he wielded the most deadly blade passed down through generations of the Lu family.

Both of them used the "Lu Family Knife Technique".

The same starting stance, the same knife-wielding technique, the same ruthless, desperate spirit.