Chapter 136: Too Lazy to Explain. Not Worthy to Hear

【Inside the Western Factory's courtyard!】

【It should have been a place of quiet, but now it reeked of thick, cloying blood.】

【Chen Sanbao, the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old, an elder in the Western Factory as revered as the Son of Heaven, now looked pale as death, his eyes filled with disbelief.】

【He braced his hands on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.】

【He lifted his head, gasping for breath.】

【Look!】

【In the courtyard stood a figure.】

【Though silent, the killing intent and aura pressed upon them like solid force, sweeping over like a storm of wind and rain, making one tremble uncontrollably.】

【Chen Sanbao felt that aura, and his shock surged like a tidal wave.】

【Even now, he could not believe it.】

【Chen San swallowed the blood rising in his throat, his mouth filled with a foul, metallic stench.】

【He hadn't been wounded in many years!】

【But now, he suffered an unprecedented devastation—his entire skeletal structure shattered, his century-long cultivation instantly reduced to nothing.】

【He strained every ounce of strength, clinging to a single breath, refusing to fall.】

【A massive, horrifying wound gaped on Chen Sanbao's chest, gushing blood relentlessly—the wound itself screamed that this was real.】

【Blood gushed like a spring, yet his heart still refused to accept it. Chen Sanbao, who had dominated Daqing for decades—when had he ever faced such an opponent?】

【He could no longer hold back another mouthful of blood, spitting it onto the ground, forcing himself to remain calm.】

【He could not die yet!】

【Ma Bao, the eunuch holding the imperial seal, stood frozen beside him, his body unmarked—but his inner shock had reached its peak.】

【He took deep breaths, trying to calm his turmoil, yet his eyes still could not believe what he saw.】

【Ma Bao looked toward the fallen Jiang Xiaoyue—his body half-destroyed, lying on the ground like Lanni.】

【Had it not been for his Grand Master realm holding him together, he would have been dead already.】

【Ma Bao dared not even look at the man who had just withdrawn his fist and stood still.】

【This young master of the Lu family—Lu Yu.】

【Ma Bao stared at Chen Sanbao's pitiful state, and a nameless terror welled up inside him.】

【He had never imagined that the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old, a god in their eyes, would meet such an end.】

【Jiang Xiaoyue's eyes were filled with despair and resentment, fixed unblinkingly on the man standing in the courtyard—Lu Yu.】

【Ma Bao wanted to go help his master Chen Sanbao, but the terrifying aura held him rooted in place.】

【His chest pounded like celestial drums.】

【If he dared take one step forward!】

【Only death awaited him.】

【Ma Bao recalled that night on Mount Zhongnan, when the Demon Master had casually slain two Grand Masters—back then, he had felt only despair, convinced death was inevitable.】

【But then!】

【Lu Yu's sudden appearance turned the tide—the Demon Master fled in disgrace.】

【At the time, he hadn't understood the Demon Master's resignation. Now, facing Lu Yu, he finally understood that expression of surrender.】

【This man was terrifyingly powerful!】

Three Grand Masters had joined forces, believing they could set a death trap—but Lu Yu stood alone against all three, holding his ground without the slightest disadvantage.

【The three grew more terrified.】

【During the battle, the Foolish Monk and Chen Sanzhong forced Lu Yu back, while Jiang Xiaoyue seized the chance to eliminate Lu Chen.】

【Lu Yu flew into a rage—behind him, a colossal phantom form began to rise.】

【Thunder and wind roared.】

【Lu Yu's fist, blazing like a radiant sun, shattered half of Jiang Xiaoyue's body—he collapsed into a pool of blood in an instant.】

【Immediately after,】

【He struck Chen Sanzhong with thunderous force, shattering his spine and leaving him writhing helplessly on the ground.】

【Finally, he drove a fist into the Foolish Monk's chest, slamming him against the wall.】

【Though grievously wounded, the Foolish Monk's strength surpassed the other two—he still had enough left to flee the Western Factory.】

【Lu Yu let out a soft "Hm?"】

【Yet】

【Lu Yu watched as the Foolish Monk, his blood-soaked robe, vanished into the distance.】

【He did not pursue him—let him escape.】

【Lu Yu's eyes narrowed slightly toward the tavern.】

【Two figures inside the tavern hastily fled.】

【During the battle on Mount Zhongnan, he had already encountered a similar diversion—he refused to fall for it again.】

【Especially now, with his brother and cousin still inside the Western Factory—he did not chase them.】

【Jiang Xiaoyue lay in a pool of blood, his body nearly soaked red, his breath faint beyond detection.】

【Yet suddenly, a flush of color returned to his face, as if drawing his last strength, he whispered weakly:】

【"What fist technique was that?"】

【His voice brimmed with confusion and resentment—clearly, the power of Lu Yu's punch had far exceeded his imagination.】

【Then he asked again:】

【"Is this the Heavenly Person realm?"】

【Lu Yu glanced at him and said coldly: "Too lazy to explain. You're not worthy to hear."】

【Jiang Xiaoyue gave a bitter smile—he was a Grand Master, had roamed the Jianghu for decades, enjoying fame, beauties,】

【Power and worldly wealth within reach!】

【He had never even respected the current Emperor.】

【"Not worthy?"】

【He had believed, with the return of spiritual energy, he could surpass all predecessors—he had been certain he was equal to any.】

【Jiang Xiaoyue looked at Lu Yu, his eyes filled with envy.】

【He shook his head and sighed: "There truly are those born for the Dao. What a pity!"】

【"Not me, Jiang Xiaoyue."】

【Jiang Xiaoyue's final breath escaped—he died.】

【Chen Sanbao, seeing this, closed his eyes and sighed.】

【This man had spent his early life studying a hundred fist styles for revenge, and his later life breaking into the Grand Master realm.】

【He had thought the coming celestial shift would grant him limitless potential—yet this Grand Master was now dead.】

【On the other side, Wei Yue.】

【Her eyes had not blinked for a long time.】

【From the start, she had been filled with despair, silently weeping.】

【She dared not open her eyes to look.】

【She feared seeing the tragedy—that Lu Yu, her cousin, would be overwhelmed fighting three.】

【All she heard was the howling wind and thunder.】

【Her heart burned with curiosity.】

【Finally, summoning courage, she opened her eyes.】

【In the courtyard stood only two cousins—while the three Grand Masters, Grand Eunuch Chen Sanzhong, grievously wounded and barely alive, and Jiang Xiaoyue, the world's greatest fist master, were dead beyond doubt.】

【The Foolish Monk had fled.】

【"This…"】

【It surpassed Wei Yue's wildest imagination.】

【You stood to the side, unsurprised.】

【At that moment, you heard Lu Yu's other catchphrase—】

【"Too lazy to explain. Not worthy to hear."】

【Lu Yu turned to you and asked: "Brother, what should we do with Chen Sanzhong?"】

【"Kill him?"】

【"What do you think?"】

【You thought inside: "Brother, I only wish to quietly watch you be invincible."】

PS: Almost again! I'll fix the typos first.

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