Chapter 153

Hum—!!!

Accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, a figure of brilliant golden light tore through the night like wind and electricity, heading straight for Tianqing Lake.

That golden light was scorching and blinding; wherever it passed, the air was torn apart with sharp whistling sounds.

In the blink of an eye, the figure landed steadily on the pavilion of Tianqing Lake, clothes fluttering, a sharp aura overflowing from his body.

It was none other than the Liu Fengzhu of Jin Chen Peak, Lu Xiao.

Almost the moment he stood still, he saw that lonely head on the ground.

It was his most prized personal disciple, Jin Hai.

On that dark face, the expression was twisted into a ball, the features displaced, the mouth wide open, and the eyes staring round, vaguely showing what terrifying pain he had endured before death.

Lu Xiao stared blankly at Jin Hai's head, his lips moving, but he did not speak.

Yet on his naturally browless, stern face, the veins on his forehead bulged violently, like earthworms wriggling under the skin.

Boom!!!

An extremely sharp aura suddenly erupted from his body, like invisible blades spreading in all directions.

Fine cracks were cut into the stone pillars of the pavilion.

Shards were shaved off the blue stone slabs on the ground.

Even the air seemed to be cut into countless fragments.

"Ah... ah..."

Jin Yu, who was being held by him with one hand, was affected by this sharp aura; tiny wounds were instantly cut into her skin, and bright red blood seeped out, staining her dress.

She was trembling with pain but dared not make too much noise, only biting her lip and crying silently, looking quite terrifying.

Lu Xiao ignored her, his gaze scanning the pavilion like a hawk.

The next instant.

His gaze fell upon the graceful figure slumped not far away.

It was Xu Qinghuan.

He casually threw Jin Yu to the ground, took a step, and instantly arrived beside Xu Qinghuan.

Bang.

The moment he landed, the solid blue stone ground beneath his feet was blasted into a large pit, gravel flying and dust rising.

That violent aura was like substance, pressing the surrounding grass and trees to the ground.

Such a great disturbance instantly woke Xu Qinghuan from her deep sleep.

She slowly opened her eyes, her enchanting pupils still carrying a bit of the haze of just waking up.

Even after being blown by the cold lake breeze for a long time, her fair and pretty face still carried a faint blush, like peach blossoms in March, delicate and dripping.

When she saw clearly who was before her, her heart suddenly trembled violently, her pupils slightly contracted, and she exclaimed: "Peak... Liu Fengzhu..."

Having lived in Jin Hai's personal courtyard for so long, she had naturally seen this Liu Fengzhu of Jin Chen Peak.

That stern face, that browless appearance, and that suffocating sharp aura around him left a deep impression on her.

Lu Xiao did not give her any time to react, his sharp eyes staring fixedly at her, his gaze like two invisible sharp swords piercing straight into her soul.

His voice was as cold as frost, enunciating every word with unquestionable majesty: "Tell me everything that happened right now!"

Xu Qinghuan's body trembled violently. Looking directly into Lu Xiao's hawk-like sharp eyes, her beautiful pupils shrank slightly, and she actually felt a stinging sensation, as if that gaze could penetrate her flesh and see into the depths of her soul.

Panic surged in her heart, her heartbeat like a drum, cold sweat seeping from her palms.

At the critical moment, that aged figure suddenly flashed through her mind, and her panicked heart instantly settled.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in her heart, and then put on a "terrified" expression, naturally squeezing out crystal tears from her eyes that slid down her cheeks.

Her voice trembled, intermittent, sobbing as she recounted everything that had happened before.

From that eerie figure on Tianqing Lake, to Jin Hai attacking, and finally being devoured by the water dragon...

The content of what she said was not much different from what Jin Yu had told, and even the details matched.

Lu Xiao's brows were deeply furrowed, and his stern face was overcast with dark clouds.

He stared at Xu Qinghuan for a long time, his sharp eyes seemingly wanting to see through her, to see into her bones.

But Xu Qinghuan only kept her head down, shivering, tears streaming, looking just like a terrified little woman, without any flaws.

Lu Xiao looked sharply at the lingering blush on Xu Qinghuan's face, his voice icy:

"Your True Yin has been lost?!"

Hearing this, Xu Qinghuan's body trembled violently again, as if struck by lightning.

A look of "shameful" pain appeared on her face, a pain containing humiliation, fear, and a bit of unspeakable despair.

She spoke with a trembling voice, intermittent, every word seeming to be squeezed from the depths of her throat:

"That... that 'Head-Chopping Demon' is powerful..."

"I... I..."

"I am no match for him..."

By the time she said this, tears were streaming down her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto her collar, staining a dark, wet patch.

She covered her face, unable to even utter a complete sentence.

But the meaning of those words could not be clearer.

Lu Xiao's expression also became even gloomier.

And Jin Yu, not far away, heard this, her dark face instantly twisting, her eyes erupting with bone-deep hatred and disdain.

She trembled all over, pointing at Xu Qinghuan, her voice so sharp it almost pierced the eardrums:

"You bitch!"

"It was you who killed my brother!"

"It was you, this bitch, who killed my brother!"

"How can you still have the face to live, you bitch!"

"Why don't you just go die!"

At the same time.

Those people in the guest hall finally arrived.

Jin Mo ran at the front, his face, flushed red by alcohol, now pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

When he saw Jin Hai's head on the ground, he was as if struck by lightning, his feet stumbling, nearly falling to the ground.

On the way running over, he still held a final shred of hope in his heart.

But after seeing his son's head with his own eyes, the last shred of hope in his heart was completely shattered.

He stood there blankly, his mind a void, like a shell from which the soul had been extracted.

Jin Mu's eyes went black, and she fell directly to the ground, letting out a shrill, pig-slaughtering cry, a sound so sharp and bright that it echoed in the night sky, making one's scalp tingle:

"Xiao Hai!!! How could this happen!!!"

The Jin family members behind all stared in disbelief, some covering their mouths, some turning their heads away, some even collapsing to the ground in fear.

Besides them, there were also guests from other families in the prefecture city, who were now also filled with horror and a dazed expression.

Who could have imagined that the third-ranked personal disciple on the Tianqing Sect's Personal Disciple Ranking, a disciple with a promising future, would actually be beheaded the day before his wedding.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and unease.

Just what kind of fierce person is this "Head-Chopping Demon"?

To actually dare to kill even the hegemon of Yunling Prefecture, a personal disciple of the Tianqing Sect.

This could no longer be described as daring.

At this moment.

Jin Yu pointed at Xu Qinghuan not far away, her dark face filled with twisted hatred, her voice sharp as she cursed:

"Father, Mother, my brother is dead, it's all that bitch's fault!"

"That 'Head-Chopping Demon' only came looking for us because of that bitch's True Yin Body!"

"My brother died because he was implicated by that bitch!"

Her finger trembled, her eyes filled with venom, as if she wished she could tear Xu Qinghuan apart.

Hearing this, Jin Mu, who was sitting on the ground crying, suddenly raised her head, tears still hanging on her cheeks, but the sorrow in her eyes had turned into bone-deep hatred.

She stood up abruptly, staring fixedly at Xu Qinghuan, roaring through gritted teeth:

"Yes! It was you, this bitch, who killed my Xiao Hai!"

"You, this bitch, are the one who deserves to die most!"

"Why don't you go die!"

Compared to the dark-skinned and ugly Jin Mo, Jin Mu was a beautiful woman who still retained her charm, usually well-maintained and dignified in her behavior.

But at this moment, her face was incomparably ferocious, her features twisted, looking quite daunting.

Before becoming the mistress of the Jin family, she had been an expert in the Transformation of Force realm and had blood on her hands; at this moment, that ruthlessness completely erupted, like a crazed mother leopard.

She rushed toward Xu Qinghuan, force condensing in her hand, that force thick and fierce; looking at that vicious momentum, she intended to kill Xu Qinghuan with one palm, leaving no room for mercy.

Seeing the situation was bad, Xu Qinghuan forced her sore body up and ran backward.

However, she was only at the Hidden Force realm, and the previous "fierce battle" had used up too much force, leaving her whole body feeling like it was falling apart, unable to muster much strength.

She ran stumbling, her footsteps light and airy, as if stepping on cotton, unable to speed up at all.

She could not escape Jin Mu's speed at all.

And Lu Xiao, on the side, watched the scene with an indifferent expression, hands behind his back, with no intention of intervening.

"It's over..."

A trace of despair flowed from Xu Qinghuan's beautiful eyes, tears swirling in her sockets but unable to fall.

She could only watch helplessly as Jin Mu's ferocious face magnified before her eyes, the force on that palm already condensed into shape, carrying the chill of death, rushing toward her.

She could even see the crazy hatred in Jin Mu's eyes, and the cruel curve of her mouth.

She could only close her eyes in despair, waiting for that fatal palm to fall.

In that instant, many images flashed through her mind...

There was Jin Hai's arrogance, Jin Yu's incessant chatter, and that old thing's silence like a mountain and...

She suddenly thought, if she died just like this, would that old thing remember her?

Would he occasionally think of her?

The next instant.

A withered palm reached out from behind her, five fingers like hooks, swift as lightning, grabbing Jin Mu's ruthless palm.

That palm was withered yet powerful, the knuckles distinct, like cast iron, firmly clamping Jin Mu's wrist, remaining motionless no matter how she struggled.

The night wind stopped abruptly, and time seemed to freeze.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at that hand reaching out from behind Xu Qinghuan, looking at that withered figure that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Since when is it the turn of outsiders to kill the disciples of my Tianqing Sect?!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Xu Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes.

The moment she saw Jiang Ye's face, her beating heart seemed to melt at this moment.