Chapter 305

In the livestream room, although there was no picture, the barrage kept scrolling nonstop.

What the hell, what happened?!

Is Lu Jing's slash that terrifying? Did he chop the entire Jinghuawudaochang to pieces?

What the heck, is the network down?

Cut it out, the Martial Arts Tournament uses a dedicated line—there's no way the network could go down!

Anyone there on the scene, tell us what's going on!

While they were spamming the chat, the on-site audience was still dazed, so naturally they wouldn't answer such a question.

Even though the livestream room was in a blackout state, the number of viewers kept increasing, many being pulled in by their friends and family, joining the spamming squad.

On the stage.

Lu Jing remained bent over, gasping heavily.

He appeared where Wang Weikang had previously stood, holding the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword level; the golden blade had faded, returning to its original bluish-purple hue.

Correspondingly, Lu Jing's fighting spirit and aura ebbed away like a tide.

Clang—

He flourished the long blade into a flower, then sheathed it.

It's finally over......

Lu Jing exhaled, his tensed muscles gradually relaxing.

Everyone's gaze gathered on Lu Jing, whose upper torso was bare.

Unlike the earlier revelry and shock, now people felt more awe and horror...

Especially those who had grudges or conflicts with Lu Jing showed even more terrified expressions.

Lu Jing had just slain a half-step Martial Lord in front of everyone!

Fortunately the camera was destroyed by the battle's aftermath; otherwise the footage of Lu Jing's one‑stroke beheading of Wang Weikang would have been seen by the whole nation.

Lu Jing glanced around, then turned and stepped down from the stage.

NieZhenghao rushed forward, his face full of worry.

What the hell are you doing, kid? You scared me to death!

Lu Jing, are you alright?

Zhugeqing and the others also gathered around.

I'm fine, don't worry.

Lu Jing smiled, looked at NieZhenghao and asked: "What's left after the Martial Arts Tournament? When can we go back?"

NieZhenghao thought, then said: "We still have to stay here until tonight to attend a banquet celebrating your victory as Champion."

Can we skip it?

You'd better come; tonight's guests are all big shots," NieZhenghao advised, "and I heard the Sword Martial God is also coming.

Sword Martial God? Surely that's not a Martial Realm expert, is it?

Not only Lu Jing, but Zhugeqing and the others also showed shocked expressions.

The martial artist's realm divisions are extremely strict; above Martial Lord is Dragon Sovereign.

One can imagine how exalted the status of a Martial Lord is.

Exactly, he's one of Huaguo's Four Martial Lords; he was actually in the VIP seats during your match, you just didn't recognize him.

NieZhenghao laughed: "How about it, do you want to go to the banquet now?"

Lu Jing nodded: "If I can witness a Martial Lord expert, I'm still willing to attend."

In the spectator stands, the direction of Taewu Martial Hall.

Chang Xiangyang and the other hall disciples were all filled with shock and grief, tears glimmering in their eyes.

Master has been killed......

Senior Brother Chang, Master is dead—what are we to do?!

Without Master, won't Taewu Martial Hall fall apart?!

It won't scatter; we still have Senior Brother Chang and Senior Brother Wu—we must pass on Master's legacy......

Hearing the slightly choked voices of his junior brothers and sisters, Chang Xiangyang let out a long sigh.

Now everyone knows Taewu Martial Hall has offended Lu Jing; from now on, let alone developing, just staying alive would be good.

He made a decision in his heart: after this Martial Arts Tournament ends, he will leave Taewu Martial Hall.

Who knows whether Lu Jing will take revenge on them; it's safer to leave.

As for the junior brothers and sisters and Wu Tianlei, they can only leave it to fate.

My brother he.....

Anwu City, inside a villa.

Lu Leyi's eyes were red, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, somewhat at a loss.

The last image they saw was Wang Weikang breaking through in the heat of battle, raising his blade and charging at Lu Jing.

Then Lu Jing prepared to draw his sword, and the picture cut off abruptly......

Xiao Jing will be fine!

Feng Qinru stared blankly, muttering to herself: "You definitely won't have any trouble, Xiao Jing......"

Lu Haitao steadied the nearly fainting Feng Qinru, shouting at Lu Leyi: "Hurry, get your brother's number; it's about time the call should have ended!"

Okay!

Lu Leyi nodded obediently, fumbled for her phone, and dialed Lu Jing's number.

Beep——

The user you dialed has been turned off......

Lu Leyi's face turned deathly pale; logically, the phone shouldn't be off—could it be that her older brother really......

Can't get through?!

Lu Haitao also grew anxious, hurriedly asking.

Seeing Lu Leyi dazedly nodding, Lu Haitao didn't say anything else, merely taking out the Mercedes-Benz car key.

Xiao Jing and the others are at the Jinghuawudaochang, right? I'll go there right away!

Haitao, I'm going with you!

Just like that, the family of three didn't even have time for the hotel they'd booked tonight, driving straight toward the Jinghuawudaochang at full speed.

Along the way, Feng Qinru kept silently crying in the car, unable to catch her breath.

Haitao, can you drive faster? If something happens to Xiao Jing, what are we to do......

It's already the fastest; even at full throttle, it would take over ten hours from here to the Jinghuawudaochang.

Lu Haitao sighed; he was also anxious, but as the only man here, he couldn't show his emotions on his face.

Dad, I looked up high-speed rail tickets online; there's a direct high-speed train, departing in half an hour, and it only takes three hours to reach the Jinghuawudaochang!

Lu Leyi raised her phone, speaking excitedly.

All right, I'll turn around and head to the high-speed rail station; let's take the high-speed rail!

Lu Haitao slammed the brakes, turning the car around.

At this moment, he appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, it was difficult for him to focus his attention on the road.

In his mind, the final image of Lu Jing kept replaying.

I wish to fight the head of the Taiwu Martial Hall, Wang Weikang......

Rest assured, I won't give you the chance to admit defeat; today we will determine superiority and decide life and death.

This slash will be the last sight you see!

Immediately after, the image faded, leaving a sense of suspense.

Lu Haitao's heart was like tumultuous waves; every word Lu Jing spoke revealed his determination to fight to the death against his opponent!

To fight to the death with a strong warrior at the half-step Martial Lord realm, Lu Haitao grew more fearful the more he thought about it; although he hadn't practiced martial arts much, he still understood the martial artist's realms clearly.

Martial Lord—he's a big shot whose stomp would shake the entire Dongchuan Province!

At this moment, his right foot on the accelerator was constantly trembling.