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Yideng, the Old Urchin, and Hong Qigong also stood up. They were the Five Greats, but they had never seen such a spectacle in their lives.

Only Guo Jing remained seated, his face ashen, lost in thought.

Chapter 116: Torturing and Killing Guo Jing [Second Update]

"Let's run!" the emperor pleaded, shaking Guo Jing's thigh.

Guo Jing kicked the emperor to the ground and roared like a mad dog, "He's already here, where do you think you're going?"

"Yes, I'm already here. Where are you going?" Lin Yaoxie's voice rang out as he appeared, already standing in the main hall.

He looked at Guo Jing with disdain: "You really are an unkillable cockroach. Your wife ran away, your daughter doesn't recognize you, and even your martial arts have been crippled, yet you still have the energy to gather the Five Great Masters to die with you."

Guo Jing stood up, and although he tried his best to control himself, he still couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Lin Yaoxie, you traitorous disciple! I've treated you well, not only passing on my military strategies to you, but also relinquishing the position of alliance leader to you at the alliance meeting. And yet you've committed so many beastly acts..."

Lin Yaoxie flicked his finger, and a sword aura flew out through the air. The sword aura was very slow, and anyone with martial arts skills could dodge it. However, Guo Jing was now a cripple and had no way to dodge it.

Hong Qigong stood closest to Guo Jing and noticed Lin Yaoxie making a move. He quickly extended his right hand and unleashed a move called "Kanglong Youhui," hoping to block the sword energy with his palm force.

With a 'whoosh' sound, the long shape generated by his inner force was shattered by the sword. The sword energy grazed past Hong Qigong's body and pierced through Guo Jing's right thigh.

"Ah!" Guo Jing cried out, clutching his right leg with his hand, but he couldn't stop the bleeding.

Lin Yaoxie continued walking forward step by step: "You've talked too much nonsense. I only acknowledge you as my teacher for learning military strategy, not as my master. You need to understand that."

After saying that, Lin Yaoxie flicked his finger again, and another sword aura slowly flew out.

Because of the previous example, even Yideng, who was standing at the farthest point, reacted this time. He bent his middle, ring, and little fingers together, and his thumb and index finger formed an "eight" shape. He pointed outward with force, and a colorful finger energy burst out from his index finger, which was the Dali's unique skill, One-Finger Divine Skill.

The One-Finger Divine Skill struck the sword energy from the side, but strangely, the finger force pierced through the sword energy and struck the carved pillar opposite. The sword energy continued forward, and when it passed Hong Qigong, the latter did not intervene, but instead swiftly pierced through Guo Jing's left thigh.

"Ah, thud!" With both legs severely injured at the same time, Guo Jing, without the protection of his divine skills, could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, landing face to face with the emperor he had kicked.

"One-Finger Divine Skill is pure Yang power, but it can only attack physical objects." Lin Yaoxie continued walking forward without stopping. "Master Yideng, my sword energy is formless and is formed by the condensation of air. It has no physical form, so One-Finger Divine Skill will naturally be ineffective."

Yideng closed his eyes, speechless.

Lin Yaoxie continued walking forward, and the restless old man couldn't wait any longer. He leaped at Lin Yaoxie and said, "Hey, wanna play with me?"

Lin Yaoxie shifted his body to the side, and the old rascal missed his target.

"Old rascal, don't be in a hurry. I'll learn your ambidextrous fighting skills in a moment. But right now, I need to settle accounts with Guo Jing first."

Lin Yaoxie quickened his pace and, using a movement technique beyond the comprehension of the Three Masters, sat down on the long chair. The Emperor and Guo Jing were both kneeling at his feet on either side of the chair.

The emperor was terrified beyond words, especially when he saw Lin Yaomeng appear on the long chair behind him, he was so frightened that he wet himself.

"General Wu, I have always valued you highly, why did you..." The emperor lay on the ground, spinning around, trying to grab Lin Yaoxie's legs and beg for mercy.

"Get out of here, you shit-headed bastard!" Lin Yaoxie said with annoyance, kicking the emperor squarely in the chest. The emperor was like a ball, kicked dozens of meters away, landing on the steps outside the palace, ashamed before his ancestors.

As his body flew past, the hall was still dripping with the excrement and urine that had been flung out of his pants.

"You're really useless, you even lost control of your bladder." Lin Yaoxie covered his nose and looked at Guo Jing: "Alright, it's your turn."

Guo Jing raised his head, closed his eyes, and said, "What's the point of saying anything now? Kill me if you want. If I, Guo Jing, even flinch, I'm no hero. Ah..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yaoxie grabbed his arms, unleashed the power of the Long Elephant, and shattered his arm bones inch by inch. This soul-shaking pain caused Guo Jing to let out a scream.

"Tell me, you're wrong." Lin Yaoxie's voice carried a smile, yet it was undeniably cruel.

"I have done nothing wrong!" Guo Jing spat out each word through gritted teeth.

"Very good." Lin Yaoxie used his hands to pull Guo Jing's limp arms up.

With a quick movement, one hand pried open the skin connecting the shoulder and neck to grab the collarbone, while the other hand pressed on Guo Jing's ribs on the left side of his body.

“Since you don’t know, let me tell you where you went wrong. First,” Lin Yaoxie said, pressing down hard and crushing one of Guo Jing’s ribs, “you sent two lackeys to bully your own daughter.”

"Secondly," Lin Yaoxie slowly broke another rib, "you faced two hundred thousand Mongol tigers and wolves, yet you remained unmoved, sending Rong'er, a mere woman, to meet the enemy."

"Ah!" This slow torture finally made Guo Jing cry out again.

“Third,” Lin Yaoxie shattered all of Guo Jing’s ribs on one side with a single palm strike, then switched the position of his left and right hands and went to break the ribs on the other side: “You have turned black into white, colluded with so-called virtuous and righteous people, and even went so far as to collude with the imperial court to slander me.”

This time, Lin Yaoxie went straight for it, snapping all the ribs on the other side in one go, causing Guo Jing to roll his eyes in pain. The three masters present were so shocked that they stared wide-eyed.

"You've made so many mistakes, don't you know they're wrong?" Lin asked with a wicked smile, at this moment he was truly as evil as a demon king.

Guo Jing was too weak to speak, but he still shook his head.

"Fantastic." Lin Yaoxie used his strength to tear off all of Guo Jing's skin and flesh, revealing his pounding heart.

"Uh...uh..." Guo Jing could no longer bear it and mumbled his admission: "I was wrong, I was wrong."

"If only we had done this earlier." Lin Yaoxie slapped Guo Jing's head away from his body, sending it crashing into a pillar and smashing it to pieces.

Chapter 117: The Corpse-Shattering Beggar God [Third Update]

The brutal killing of Guo Jing was done so decisively. The reason Guo Jing had been kept alive for so long before was to use his transformation to win over Huang Rong and to control the Mongols in a less complicated way.

Now that the goal has been achieved, Guo Jing has gathered righteous people from all over the world in Lin'an, which has given Lin Yaoxie the opportunity to wipe out justice and the Zhao Song Dynasty.

Having lost his value, Guo Jing was naturally killed by Lin Yaoxie.

Lin Yaoxie's brutal killing of Guo Jing was not swift; Yideng, Hong Qigong, and the Old Urchin had ample time to provide assistance.

But the three of them were not; they were all shocked by the strength that Lin Yaoxie had displayed.

Hong Qigong, in particular, couldn't understand why his "Kanglong Youhui" technique was so easily broken by Lin Yaoxie.

Yideng was also in despair. He had promised Wu Santong that he would kill the demon Lin Yaoxie to avenge his two grand-disciples. But now, his One-Finger Divine Skill was completely useless against Lin Yaoxie's sword energy. Although Yideng claimed to be a hermit, he was actually still unable to extricate himself from love, hate, anger, and resentment.

Lin Yaoxie shook his blood-stained hands, put away his smile, and looked calmly at the Three Absolutes and Ci'en standing behind Yideng.

“Back then, the Huashan Sword Tournament produced five masters.” Lin Yaoxie pointed at Ci’en: “Although they were the five masters, Qiu Qianren, who could walk on water with iron palms, was not much different from them. It’s just that he was tied up with other matters at the time and did not gather at Huashan.”

None of the four present answered. Lin Yaoxie continued, "The Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, and Central Divine, along with Iron Palm Qiu Qianren, were the six strongest people at the time. Decades have passed. Wang Chongyang died long ago, and his position was taken by Zhou Botong. I met Huang Yaoshi a few days ago, and he said he would not get involved in the struggle between good and evil. I have subdued Ouyang Feng, as you have probably heard. Ouyang Feng is the strongest bodyguard of the Alliance's vice leader. Apart from them, the four strongest veterans are now in the main hall."

Lin Yaoxie said, "I consider myself invincible in martial arts, and I also feel that none of you are a match for me. However, I am very interested in each of your unique skills. Therefore, I would like to fight all four of you one by one. What do you all think?"

Fighting four opponents alone, and four masters of the Five Greats level, even though they knew Lin Yaoxie's martial arts were extraordinary, Hong Qigong and Yideng still thought he was too arrogant.

Hong Qigong glanced sideways at Guo Jing's decapitated body, feeling a deep pang of sorrow. Although Guo Jing was slow-witted, he was Hong Qigong's personally taught disciple, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. By any measure, Guo Jing was undoubtedly his most outstanding disciple.

The reason Hong Qigong didn't intervene to stop Lin Yaoxie from torturing Guo Jing, after being provoked by Lin Yaoxie's sword breaking Kanglong, was also because he knew that even if he did intervene, he wouldn't be a match for Lin Yaoxie.

But things are different now. Lin Yaoxie actually took the initiative to fight four against one, which was exactly what he wanted.

Hong Qigong clapped his nine fingers and called out, "Since Alliance Leader Lin is so confident, Master, Old Urchin, and Ci'en, let's not hold back and attack together."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Hong Qigong launched the first attack. He landed on the ground with his staff, then flipped over and struck out with his palm. This palm strike was quite remarkable, as one strike was equivalent to two. He crouched down to unleash the Flying Dragon in the Sky, and then swung his palm back to deliver the Divine Dragon Tail Sweep.

Hong Qigong has been traveling the world for more than ten years, and he is not just someone who knows how to eat. He has made great progress in martial arts.

Two giant dragons circled and chased after them, their target Lin Yaoxie, who was sitting on the dragon chair.

"As expected of the Nine-Finger Beggar, so this is how you can use the Subduing Palm technique."

Facing the two flying dragons approaching, Lin Yaoxie suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit. Without getting up, he sat on the dragon chair and pushed his hands forward forcefully: "The dragon soars in the sky, the elephant gallops on the ground, not governed by heaven and earth. The number thirteen carries the supreme divine power to move the universe."

He thrust out both palms with force, unleashing the power of the Thirteen Long Elephant Palms in his Prajna Skill.

Facing the thirteen elephants, the two dragons were vastly different in strength. Before Hong Qigong could react, he heard a loud 'boom' and was then lifted into the air, with the surrounding scenery in the hall rushing past.

He could even see his body constantly shattering, first his two arms leaving his body, disintegrating and pulverizing in the air, turning into a lump of flesh.

Then my feet and body flew off. Everything went black, and I knew nothing more.

Eleven of the eighteen pillars supporting the palace hall were broken, and the dome covering the hall slid to one side.

Lin Yaoxie smashed Hong Qigong to pieces with a single palm strike, demonstrating the incredible power of the Long Elephant Kung Fu after mastering it.

They had agreed to gang up on him, but because Hong Qigong was too impatient and the other three were a bit slow, the other three didn't even have time to intervene when Hong Qigong was beaten to a pulp.

With the building on the verge of collapse, the three dared not be careless any longer. They leaped into the air, each using their supernatural abilities to blast a hole in the collapsing dome, and flew onto the low roof of the palace.

The palace was in complete chaos. The demon alliance had breached the city walls and was fighting alongside the righteous warriors within the palace.

After the three jumped onto the roof, they suddenly sensed an extremely strong killing intent.

Knowing something was wrong, he leaped up again, and a huge flying sword emerged from the roof beneath his feet.

With a single swipe of the flying sword, the roof was split in two, flying off to either side.

In the desolate, open-air palace, Lin Yaoxie still sat on the long chair, looking down with disdain at Yideng, Ci'en, and the Old Rascal who were leaping behind him.

The old rascal glanced at Yideng. There was still a rift between the two because of Ying Gu's matter. Even between them, there was a conflict over the murder of their son, which existed between them and Ci'en, who used to be called Qiu Qianren but has now changed his name.

But now it was a matter of life and death, so the awkwardness between the three of them was temporarily put aside.

"Two masters," the Old Urchin said reluctantly, "this demon is too terrifying, many times more terrifying than Ouyang Feng back then. We mustn't follow in the footsteps of the old beggar and my brother Guo Jing, and be beaten to death without a burial place. How about this, let's attack together, this is our only chance."

Ci'en didn't speak, but just looked at Yideng.

Chapter 118: No More Heroes [Fourth Update]

Yideng nodded and put his hands together: "Cien just said that killing one evil can save ten thousand good people, and that is the great Buddha. Today, I will start a massacre to act on behalf of Heaven."

Lin Yaoxie sat on the long chair and said, "Can't you live without showing off?"

It's rare to have such a satisfying killing spree; Lin Yaoxie has really had a blast today.

Ci'en nodded with deep feeling, it was unclear whether she agreed with Yideng's words or with Lin Yaoxie's words.

The battle began in the next moment.

Yideng wore a white monk's robe, Zhou Botong wore a gray linen outfit, and Ci'en wore a black Taoist robe.

Three figures, one white, one black, and one gray, rushed towards Lin Yaoxie with lightning speed.

Lin Yaoxie flew backward through the air, kicking the long chair with both feet. The pure gold chair flew towards Ci'en. The latter used his signature move from his days roaming the martial arts world: the Iron Palm Technique.

With a loud crash, the long chair was smashed into a golden disc by Ci'en and fell to the ground. At the same time, Ci'en's body was also thrown back, spinning twice in mid-air.

Looking up again, the Old Rascal and Yideng had already pounced on Lin Yaoxie.

To be honest, if Lin Yaoxie were to unleash his sword immortal techniques, the Old Urchin and his companion would have no chance of getting close. However, Lin Yaoxie didn't want to. The reason was simple: he wanted to play with Yideng and his companion a little longer, learning the Ambidextrous Technique and the One-Finger Divine Skill.

He has a systematic approach to help him; he can learn any martial arts technique simply by reading the manual. However, at his current level, he no longer needs rigid manuals. Given enough time, he can deduce the entirety of a martial art from the opponent's moves.