Chapter 40

"You didn't explain anything, nor did you make any pointless struggle; it truly makes Zhuang look at you with new eyes," Zhuang Buran said slowly.

Yang Kang straightened his back:

"Hmph, since I have already lost everything, I can naturally afford to lose; life is nothing more than death; I have lived enough long ago."

"Is that so?" Zhuang Buran suddenly asked without beginning or end:

"How old is your son?"

Yang Kang's pupils shook, and he instinctively said:

"What son? A great man should not worry about not having a wife; in these years, I have been practicing martial arts wholeheartedly, just waiting for the plan to succeed, to obtain your divine skills; by then, wealth and beauties will naturally be available."

"Zhuang would very much like to believe your words, but your heartbeat is telling me that you seem to be lying," Zhuang Buran sneered.

"Absurd, if you have the ability, just kill me," Yang Kang shouted.

"Zhuang kid, he—"

Hong Qigong just opened his mouth, but saw the youth in the green robe point his finger, and a blood hole appeared in Yang Kang's throat, and he fell to the ground and died.

"He what?" Zhuang Buran asked casually, as if he had done nothing.

Hong Qigong laughed dryly, feeling a bit cold:

"You also know that my Beggar Sect is best at inquiring about news; Yang Kang indeed never married or had children."

"What if you are best at inquiring about news? Aren't you still a beggar? Why are you so arrogant?" Zhuang Buran's face was even more suspicious.

Hong Qigong: "..."

"Amitabha, Zhuang benefactor's 'One Finger' strength is far superior to this old monk, and even has seven or eight points of the charm of the lost 'Six Meridian Divine Sword', which truly makes this old monk admire it very much, but this is ultimately a skill for self-protection and saving lives; using it to commit slaughter is truly hurting people,"

Yideng said gently:

"All fruits arise from causes, and all retributions arise from karma; please Zhuang benefactor think twice, and do not create more killing karma."

Zhuang Buran said lightly:

"Buddhism often says that cause and effect circulate, so wouldn't it be better to end it here? In this way, there will be no circulation at all."

This sentence left Yideng speechless, only feeling that he was worthy of being the most fierce and violent great demon in the Jianghu.

Hong Qigong was also in a state of having just truly recognized the nature of the youth in the green robe.

Zhuang Buran looked sideways at the thousands of Jianghu people and smiled:

"Besides, what kind of killing karma are they? They are just weeds."

"Zhuang kid, you are clearly a martial arts fanatic who dislikes chaos and only wants to stay in a quiet place to practice; how did you become like this?" Hong Qigong frowned.

"Zhuang practices martial arts to be quiet in my ears; if someone doesn't let me be quiet, I have to send him to the underground to be quiet; wouldn't that be like well water not violating river water."

Hong Qigong was speechless, but still persuaded earnestly:

"Do you really think that relying on your own martial arts, you can catch them all in one net?"

"Enemies should be resolved, not knotted; if you fight to both sides suffering, none of you will get any good."

When he said this, he looked at the righteous and evil paths of the Jianghu and continued:

"Divine skills and unique studies are good, but you have to have a life to practice them; in these days, don't you realize that this person's martial arts have reached an extraordinary level? Don't you have to lose your life on the top of Mount Hua to be willing?"

Hong Qigong turned his gaze to the Kongtong Sect elder:

"Elder Zhou, the mastermind behind the scenes is dead, and your sect has also suffered heavy casualties; if you continue to kill, even if the Kongtong Sect can be passed down, it will not be the same as before, and I am afraid it will fall into a small sect of three or five people; in this way, are you worthy of the past ancestors?"

He turned his gaze to the Jianghu guests who were avenging their friends and relatives:

"Everyone, the dead cannot be resurrected; we should live well; I think your friends and relatives would not want to see you implicated because of their deaths."

The middle-aged man surnamed Li said with extreme grief and indignation:

"Helper Hong, although what you say is reasonable, the hatred of killing a son is irreconcilable; today, either I have him, or he has me."

As soon as he finished speaking, many people echoed:

"Not bad!"

"Well said!"

"If we don't kill this demon, we swear not to be human!"

"Very good; if Zhuang lets you all go, how can I be worthy of the common hatred of the righteous and evil paths in the Jianghu."

The youth in the green robe stood with one hand behind his back, walked out slowly, swept his gaze across everyone, and suddenly smiled:

"By the way, I am not a mean and murderous person; if you want to save your lives, then cripple your whole body's martial arts, and cut off your feet and hands, and you will have a chance to survive."

"Arrogant!" the Diancang Sect Leader drew his sword and roared:

"Everyone, kill with me!"

As the words fell, he leaped over, immediately driving more than half of the people, who held sharp blades and rushed to kill the youth in the green robe.

Hong Qigong led the Beggar Sect people to retreat and sighed:

"Old beggar cannot persuade them; both sides have killed until their eyes are red; if one side is not completely wiped out, I am afraid it will not end well."

"Amitabha." Yideng also led his disciples to retreat to the distance.

At the same time, Zhuang Buran whispered:

"Following the trend can avoid the disaster of the era, and going against the trend can obtain the merit of the meeting."

In an instant, faint white Qi appeared around him, his gray-white long hair turned into snow-white long hair, and his skin and eyes gradually faded, presenting a white color.

"What kind of skill is this?" Hong Qigong in the distance was astonished.

The youth in the green robe raised his hand and slapped; with just the fierce wind like a knife, he skewered more than ten people who rushed to kill into blood gourds, and the force contained in it, like dragon and elephant power, also pierced the chests of seven or eight people at once.

Such a shocking scene made I don't know how many people look stunned.

"Yama Zhuang's demonic skill is extraordinary, everyone be careful."

Kongtong Sect Elder Zhou shouted loudly, and just as he was about to perform the "Seven Injury Fist", he saw the youth in the green robe appear in front of him; before he could make a move, he felt a familiar fist force in his heart, his body smashed backward again, and he immediately implicated many Kongtong disciples behind him.

"Everyone, work together to surround Demon Zhuang, so we can exhaust him to death," the middle-aged man surnamed Li hurriedly shouted.

But as soon as he finished shouting, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb; the youth in the green robe, who was at least twenty or thirty zhang away, actually appeared in front of him like a ghost.

Before he could exert his strength, his head was plucked off easily.

Zhuang Buran slapped seven or eight times casually, and more than ten people around him immediately went to the Yellow Springs, and then he wandered around.

In an instant, he killed dozens of Jianghu experts, with many knives and swords tucked in his arms.

He leaped up, and the knives and swords tucked in his arms shattered one after another, the fragments turning into a storm and attacking downward.

Immediately, screams on the field were endless, and more than seventy people lost their lives in an instant.

Zhuang Buran's green robe was still spotless, he landed steadily on the ground, and said indifferently:

"Continue, let's see if Zhuang can kill you all before my true Qi is exhausted."

"Don't be fooled, he must be recovering his true Qi in secret; don't give him time to adjust his breath, surround and kill him."

While this person was speaking, he joined many people and killed again.

Zhuang Buran was light and breezy, shooting out incomparably sharp finger strength from his fingertips; not long after, there were layers of corpses around him again.

Only the youth in the green robe with white hair and bare feet stepped on the corpses; that posture like a demon made a part of the people shrink back.

It was he who pointed in the air, and the killing intent spread with his fingers, taking lives in the blink of an eye, making people feel trembling and horrified.

"Why don't you continue? Are you afraid? Or are you terrified?"

Zhuang Buran's eyes were full of ferocity:

"I have the 'Nine Yin Manual' you want, and I also have the divine skills of the Five Greats; I also have many martial arts and unique studies you don't know about; could it be that you don't want them?"

"Come, Zhuang will demonstrate them for you properly now."

"Just now was the peak 'One Finger', and now it is the most masculine 'Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms'."

He leaped up, pushed his palms out, and hit a move of 'Flying Dragon in the Sky'; the incomparable palm strength made the people on the field helpless, and seven or eight people were beaten to death alive.

After a set of Dragon Subduing Palms was performed, dozens of people were sent to the underworld; Hong Qigong in the distance saw this and couldn't help but sigh:

"The force is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes swallowing and sometimes spitting, producing extreme softness from extreme hardness; old beggar is truly ashamed."

"Sigh, don't talk about this 'Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms', the 'One Finger' he performed has already been pushed through the old and brought forth the new, reaching another realm," Yideng put his hands together, his eyes full of unbearable expression.

(End of chapter)