Chapter 487

At the same time,

Gu Hanyuan also leaped into the field.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword returned to his hand.

Dressed in white, elegant and handsome, his hair, tied loosely with a ribbon, danced in the wind.

The Hengshan disciples all revealed looks of pleasant surprise.

Yilin's eyes were full of admiration,

and her heart pounded wildly.

The Hengshan disciples, not knowing when they had learned from Yilin, all called out:

"Brother Gu!"

Such a multitude of delicate and pleasant voices made Gu Hanyuan feel slightly pleased.

Although Abbess Dingyi was very unhappy that Gu Hanyuan had ruined her disciples' cultivation,

seeing him save the situation in time, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But the faces of Lu Bai and the others were filled with terror.

Lu Bai had dealt with Gu Hanyuan several times,

and only felt that each time was more terrifying than the last.

That day at the Southern Shaolin Assembly,

among the Twelve Taibao of Songshan, he was the one most opposed to Zuo Lengchan making a move.

At this moment, seeing Gu Hanyuan save the Hengshan Sect,

Lu Bai couldn't even care about the deaths of the Three Heroes of Hebei.

He knelt and bowed:

"This lowly one did not know Young Master Gu had a friendship with the Hengshan Sect; please spare us."

Gu Hanyuan did not look at Lu Bai.

He first carefully looked Yilin up and down,

watching her face flush red and her eyes swirl,

before nodding with satisfaction and smiling:

"It's good that you aren't hurt."

Just this simple sentence of concern stabbed deeply into Yilin's heart.

Her eyes could no longer hold anything else.

Gu Hanyuan scanned the Hengshan disciples,

his gaze falling on the wounds on their bodies,

causing them to shyly cover themselves.

External injuries would certainly cause damage to their clothes,

revealing large patches of fair skin.

Gu Hanyuan's expression darkened slightly.

He turned to look at the terrified Lu Bai and said indifferently:

"Sever one arm, and I will let you leave."

Lu Bai's expression was ugly,

but he had some self-awareness.

The Songshan Sect's relationship with Gu Hanyuan was terrible,

and they had run into his crosshairs.

It was impossible to leave without paying a price.

In the end, the desire to survive prevailed.

Lu Bai's expression hardened.

He swung his long sword with his right hand,

and his left arm fell off.

Clutching his wound, he said with cold sweat:

"Thank you, Young Master Gu, for your magnanimity; this lowly one will take his people and leave."

However, Gu Hanyuan's expression became even colder and sharper:

"You can go. But they must stay."

This sentence caused Lu Bai's face to change drastically.

Gu Hanyuan, with his back to the Hengshan disciples behind him, said softly:

"Young ladies, turn around."

Although the Hengshan disciples didn't understand why,

they subconsciously obeyed Gu Hanyuan's instruction.

Seeing her disciples obey Gu Hanyuan like this,

Abbess Dingyi was annoyed and was about to say something.

However, before she could speak,

her pupils contracted,

and she was dumbstruck.

She saw the Dragon-Slaying Sword in Gu Hanyuan's hand transform into a streak of eerie, jade-green divine light,

sweeping across those black-clad evil experts.

Instantly, corpses littered the field,

and the smell of blood permeated the air.

Lu Bai was drenched in so much blood he looked like a blood man,

trembling in terror.

The Hengshan disciples smelled the heavy scent of blood

and instantly understood why Gu Hanyuan had asked them to turn around.

Their hearts warmed,

and they understood even more why Gu Hanyuan had looked at their wounds.

Their eyes shimmered with emotion.

Gu Hanyuan said coldly to Lu Bai:

"Get lost. Tell Zuo Lengchan that the Hengshan Sect is under my protection. If you make a move against them again, I will go to Songshan to have tea with him."

After saying this, Gu Hanyuan ignored Lu Bai's reaction,

turned around, and said gently to the still-shocked Abbess Dingyi:

"Abbess, let's go. It's not suitable for these young ladies to stay here for long."

Abbess Dingyi was slightly dissatisfied with Gu Hanyuan's address of "young ladies,"

but she knew he was right.

Such a bloody scene was indeed not suitable for the disciples to see.

She gave a call and led the Hengshan disciples away.

At this moment, Lu Bai was still sitting foolishly in a pool of blood,

his expression neither laughing nor crying.

On the road, Gu Hanyuan chatted and laughed with the Hengshan disciples.

The crisp, clear voices of the young women were endless.

Looks of worship, respect, and admiration all fell upon him.

To say that he had ruined their cultivation was not an exaggeration at all.

Yilin was even squeezed to the side by her senior and junior sisters,

pouting her little mouth in grievance.

Before nightfall, the Hengshan Sect found a suitable place to camp.

Only then did Abbess Dingyi recover and ask: