Chapter 88

For Yu Canghai, even if the Fuwei Escort Agency truly didn't know where the Bixie Sword Manual was, or if it had truly been lost, it would cause him no harm.

Surrounding and killing the Fuwei Escort Agency would cost at most a few Qingcheng Sect disciples.

Not to mention Qingcheng Sect disciples were far more powerful than those of the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Thus, Yu Canghai had no slightest worry about this ambush on the Fuwei Escort Agency; he was merely pondering whether Lin Zhennan and the others knew the location of the Bixie Sword Manual.

Naturally, if Lin Zhennan didn't know, would Yu Canghai apologize for mistakenly killing him? Yu Canghai stated he had no such concerns.

It was merely destroying a minor power—that meant nothing.

"Whether the Bixie Sword Manual truly exists will soon be known," Yu Canghai sneered coldly, gazing at the brightly lit Fuwei Escort Agency in the distance. "Lin Zhennan, today the Fuwei Escort Agency, passed down from your great-grandfather, comes to an end."

Regardless of whether they possessed the Bixie Sword Manual or not.

Destroying the Fuwei Escort Agency was already Yu Canghai's settled decision.

The Fuwei Escort Agency was useless to him; what mattered more was capturing Lin Zhennan and the others.

If the Bixie Sword Manual truly existed, it would be in Lin Zhennan's hands alone.

"Sect Master, all disciples are ready. Shall we act now?" A Qingcheng Sect expert approached Yu Canghai and asked respectfully.

"Act," Yu Canghai said softly, casting a distant glance at the Fuwei Escort Agency, his voice heavy.

In this ambush on Lin Zhennan, if possible, he himself would intervene.

The Fuwei Escort Agency's people could be handled by Qingcheng Sect disciples alone, but Lin Zhennan, after all, still held some strength in the martial arts world.

Moreover, Yu Canghai did not wish for Lin Zhennan to be harmed.

Otherwise, if the Bixie Sword Manual vanished without trace, all his current actions would become useless.

Obtaining the Bixie Sword Manual and becoming unrivaled was also Yu Canghai's inner ambition.

He would not give up until the very end.

"Yes, Sect Master."

The Qingcheng Sect expert nodded, then turned and waved his hand toward the empty air. "Act."

"Kill…"

Accompanied by a cold voice.

Countless Qingcheng Sect disciples surged forward like a tidal wave toward the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Their sole purpose: to slaughter every person in the Fuwei Escort Agency.

For Yu Canghai, since he intended to wipe out an entire Manmen, he must do it thoroughly.

Otherwise, bad rumors would spread through the Jiang Hu—though even if such rumors arose, Yu Canghai wouldn't care much.

Not long after.

Qingcheng Sect disciples clashed with the Fuwei Escort Agency's people.

From the overall battle situation, Qingcheng Sect disciples clearly held the upper hand.

After all, the current Fuwei Escort Agency was no longer the one founded by Lin Yuantu in the past.

In the midst of battle.

Lin Zhennan and his wife displayed the most outstanding performance.

Those Qingcheng Sect disciples were no match for the two of them.

As the head of the escort agency, Lin Zhennan possessed considerable Wu Gong; how could ordinary Qingcheng Sect disciples possibly be his match?

Of course.

If Qingcheng Sect disciples continuously surrounded and attacked Lin Zhennan, they could eventually wear him down.

But for Yu Canghai, he did not wish for this outcome.

"Lin Zhennan, cease your arrogance!" Yu Canghai roared, and a silver blade-light surged toward him, the sword wind sweeping like a storm of gales.

This was precisely the Qingcheng Sect's ultimate technique: Songfeng Sword Art.

"Clang…"

Lin Zhennan reacted in time, swinging his longsword forward.

The clash of metal rang out; Lin Zhennan spat a mouthful of blood, staggered backward several steps, then slowly steadied himself.

In just one strike, he was no match for this sudden, powerful opponent.

Gazing at the middle-aged man before him—bearded, gaunt-faced—Lin Zhennan took a deep breath.

"Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng Sect," Lin Zhennan said slowly.

"Oh…" Yu Canghai's eyes flickered. "It seems my reputation is good—you actually know me. Not long ago, your son killed my son; I've come solely for revenge."

"Revenge?" Lin Zhennan sneered. "Yu Canghai, you're coveting the Bixie Sword Manual passed down from my great-grandfather."

"Huh…" Yu Canghai was startled—this Lin Zhennan was surprisingly sharp.

As for his own son, Yu Canghai felt little emotion; his targeting of the Fuwei Escort Agency was indeed primarily about the Bixie Sword Manual.

Yet he had never spoken this aloud to anyone.

"Since you already know, I'll speak plainly: hand over the Bixie Sword Manual, and I'll let you die peacefully."

"Otherwise… I'll make you understand what it means to wish for death."