Chapter 99

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Outside the reception hall, in the courtyard.

Under the moonlight, two groups of shadowy figures stood facing each other, swords drawn and bows taut.

The side inside had more people; about twenty or more gathered around Lu Chengfeng on his left and right, each wielding knives, spears, whips, or axes, looking like a band of martial artists.

But at this moment, seeing the five blocking the courtyard and the several corpses on the ground, they were all terrified, sucking in cold breaths; some had already begun to regret why they had stubbornly kept their faces and stayed just now.

To the front-right of Lu Chengfeng, the Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e gripped his iron staff tightly, his face ashen; seeing that there was suddenly no movement, he could only tilt his head and listen closely to locate the source, secretly on guard, while his brothers Zhu Cong and Han Baoju stood to his left and right.

He had just rushed to the side of the courtyard when he heard his sister-in-law being bullied by this ghostly thing; in a fit of rage, he could not help but leap forward and strike out with a palm at Hou Tonghai.

He narrowed his eyes cautiously and saw that the attacker had a shiny bald head, no hair at all, eyes bloodshot with red veins, and eyeballs protruding unusually.

Just as Mei Chaofeng unleashed the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, killing several people in succession,

Sha Tongtian had already lunged at Sun Bu'er again; before his claw wind reached her, Wang Chuyi had already pushed out a palm, the palm wind fierce, about to strike his right shoulder, so Sha Tongtian could only block with a backhand claw, after which the two exchanged palm and claw blows, fighting back and forth.

For many years his uncle had treated him extremely well, like a father; he could even call him father, but the rumors that suddenly spread through the manor years ago had lodged like a thorn in his heart.

West Poison Ouyang Feng!!!

Apparently seeing the astonishment on several people's faces, Ouyang Ke's somewhat pale face could not conceal his delight.

He exerted force with both hands simultaneously, pressing down on Sha Tongtian's and Wang Chuyi's wrists, then unleashed internal energy that exploded outward, causing Sha Tongtian and Wang Chuyi to feel a sudden jolt in their hands and instantly be flung apart again.

"The situation is unclear; wait a moment!"

The newcomer's stature is obviously small and thin—could it be a child? Or a dwarf?

At the moment of impact, that palm exploded with a boom, and immediately bloody red fragments shot up into the sky, scattering everywhere, flying straight toward the people in the courtyard; when the fragments fell to the ground and they looked at each other, everyone inside was covered in red spots, horribly frightening.

After glancing at the young lord opposite, Wang Chuyi's face grew solemn; he exchanged a look with his sister-in-law Sun Bu'er, then stepped forward a pace and clasped his fists, saying:

He pinched a few pine nuts in his hand; in that moment Niu Dingtian temporarily suppressed the urge to shoot forward, but he also began to stare at that little thief, observing him.

When his gaze settled on the red-faced, white-haired old man, he immediately confirmed the person's identity; he never expected this group to have already begun gathering together—could it be because of his influence?

Gazing at Liang Ziyong's ruddy, tender face below, Niu Dingtian narrowed his eyes again; perhaps he had thought of something pleasant, and his eyes began to flicker nonstop.

A black shadow flashed past swiftly,

"Sizzle~"

This person

seems to know a bit of martial arts.

"Senior brother!! Make a move!!"

Faced with the opponent's sudden attack, Wang Chuyi couldn't rescue in time; in desperation he decisively swung his palm to chop off the table corner beside him, gathered his internal strength, and hurled the two‑palm‑sized block of wood straight out.

For a moment, aside from the blind Mei Chaofeng and the legless Lu Chengfeng, the crowd began to melee.

Having said that, lustful light flashed in his eyes as he began to brazenly size up the Daoist Sun's still‑charming figure.

"Crack~"

"Huh?"

"Anyone else?"

Niu Dingtian suddenly sensed something abnormal.

Seeing this gruesome sight, Sha Tongtian's eyes nearly burst with rage; he let out a shocked, furious roar, which also awakened the dazed people in the courtyard. Just as they regained their senses, they heard a cold voice from a distant corner say:

"Who gave you permission to run wild here?"

Seeing no one in front of Sun Bu'er, Hou Tonghai unabashedly flashed a lecherous light and lunged to viciously grab the Daoist's chest; this old woman was injured now, just to his liking, but the opponent unleashed a set of Quanzhen Sword Technique, and the two were momentarily locked in a stalemate.

At this moment he was hiding in a green pine outside the courtyard; the dense pine needles concealed him well, making it hard to spot him from outside, but if he looked outward from there, he could take in the whole courtyard, including the rooftops.

Then a figure flashed forward, reaching just above the courtyard; after unleashing a fierce palm, he slammed it down hard onto Hou Tonghai below.

Ke Zhen'e understood, and immediately stepped back. Although he was thick‑headed, he was no fool; as long as his face wasn't hurt, he was truly an old hand in the jianghu.

"Whoosh~"

In the critical moment, Zhu Cong shouted a warning loudly, but the incoming palm force had already neared his back; trying to block it now was too late.

The old man below is.

Could it be the Immortal‑like Old Monster Liang Ziyong?

"That's my uncle!"

Just as that palm was about to strike Han Baoju's back, a sudden sound of breaking air rang out, and then a green blur shot forward at great speed, carrying an extremely fierce vital energy that boomed as it struck Hou Tonghai's outstretched palm.

"Kind of interesting."

"You Quanzhen Sect really intend to defend Guiyun Manor!!!"

Suddenly a fierce shout came from below, and then Sha Tongtian leapt up, charging at the injured Sun Bu'er; having already fought her before, he knew this female Daoist was clearly no match for him, so he decided to take her down first—one is one.

"Attack!!"

"Third brother, be careful!!!"

In extreme rage, he ignored the pain in his palm, tightly gripped the golden whip and yanked it hard; after a flash of vicious light in his eyes, the Six Yang Divine Palm exploded outward, slapping straight at Han Baoju's face.

"Your Excellency must be the Dragon King of the Ghost Gate, Sha Tongtian, Senior Sha? I am Wang Chuyi, the Daoist Yuyangzi; I have long admired your great name, Senior Sha."

After a golden flash, Han Baoju unleashed the Golden Dragon Emerges from the Cave, whipping it out suddenly toward Ouyang Ke's lower body.

After a soft "boom," their two palms met again; just as each gathered internal energy to unleash a blast, the white‑clothed man who had been standing in the courtyard for a long suddenly darted forward.

This man's cheeks were extremely long, with three large lumps swelling on his forehead; the moonlight shone on the lumps, casting three dark shadows on his face, looking utterly ferocious from the outside—indeed the Tyrant of the Yellow River,

the three‑headed flood dragon Hou Tonghai.

"Hahaha~~ Lu junior brother, come out quickly."

Unexpectedly, this fellow, though unable to dodge in time, was blocked by someone behind him with a casual strike; the two fought evenly matched, but when he glanced at the other three people standing leisurely in the courtyard, Wang Chuyi's face inevitably grew solemn.

After the newcomer planted his feet, the people in the courtyard finally saw his appearance clearly.

Just as he got close in front,

The voice was ice‑cold, as chilling as the Nine Netherworlds, and with the horrific scene in the courtyard, everyone there was terrified to the bone.

Hou Tonghai, having reacted, let out an angry shout, wanted to step forward but dared not; seeing his senior brother about to act recklessly, he hurriedly warned.

With a "ka‑la" sound,

Sha Tongtian's five fingers came down, crushing the flying wooden block to splinters; the split wood rotted as if decayed, a rare, fierce technique. After the grab missed, he barked at his junior brother Hou Tonghai:

On a distant eave, a black silhouette was silently crawling out; he narrowed his eyes and stared.

Ouyang Ke lunged forward to assist; Zhu Cong and Han Baoyu were already on the left and right, closing in.

The strange visage made his gaze freeze; recalling someone, Wang Chu Yi stepped forward, his expression softened, and he asked gently:

In desperation, his already ethereal body erupted, unleashing latent power; the Spirit Snake Fist extended to its limit, forcefully repelling Zhu Cong's iron fan, then he unleashed a full‑force White Camel Snow‑Mountain Palm, wind‑borne and fierce, directly blocking the dragon whip's horizontal strike.

"Daoist Sun, do not bring trouble upon yourself! Master Qiu Chuji of your sect is also a distinguished guest of Prince Zhao; out of respect, retreat now is still timely. If you persist in folly, hehe~~."

"Ah~~~"

Seeing everyone's reaction, the white‑clad man seemed very pleased; he then bowed gracefully to Wang Chu Yi and laughed:

"I am Ouyang Ke, from the Western Regions' Kunlun White Camel Mountain. I have long admired the great name of Yu Yangzi, the Iron‑Foot Immortal."

If it were only Mei Chaofeng, our own senior brothers and sisters, plus other heroes, the siege would be a breeze. But a whole horde arrived, including long‑renowned veterans of the martial world; facing such overwhelming strength, we must yield when we can and retreat when we must.

When Ouyang Ke announced his name, Wang Chu Yi's face showed no change at first, but upon hearing "Kunlun White Camel Mountain", not only he, but Sun Bu'er and the silently seated Lu Chengfeng in his wheelchair, all turned pale.

Just as Hou Tonghai finished speaking, Sun Bu'er, with a cold expression yet to act, let out a deep, extremely cold snort.

Hearing this, Ouyang Ke's smug expression tightened, then darkened slightly, and he said calmly:

Long eyebrows, fine eyes, white socks, gray shoes, a Daoist robe, and three sparse tufts of black beard under his chin—this was the urgently arrived Yu Yangzi, Wang Chu Yi.

This mission, commissioned by Wanyan Honglie, was to deal with the Taihu water bandits; the gang entrenched on Taihu Lake targets Jin State caravans each year.

At the instant the palm met the whip, his palm burned with searing pain, but fortunately the area he protected remained safe.

He wasn't saying that out of fear, but to reduce resistance in solving the problem; he currently did not wish to clash directly with the Quanzhen Sect.

"Junior brother, be careful!!"

"Ah~"

Ke Zhen'e, bewildered, saw someone strike again and tried to swing his iron staff forward.

Earlier, the tentative exchanges involved only Sun Bu'er, Hou Tonghai, Sha Tongtian, and Mei Chaofeng who whirled a few whips at the fallen men; now that the opponent still had such a formidable foe, he could not let his elder brother act recklessly.

When the two groups fell silent, the gaunt, green‑faced youth's eyes flickered, he sneered, stepped forward, scanned the corpses on the ground, took two long strides, then halted, tilting his head and eyes sideways toward Sun Bu'er, and chuckled:

Seeing the elder disregard propriety, Wang Chu Yi's expression turned cold instantly; confronting the foe's ferocity, he could only swiftly counter with a palm.

Zhu Cong, standing nearby, hurriedly reached out, grabbed him, and whispered close by:

"Where did the bandits come from?"

The man on the roof, clad in black, was skulking on the eave; after poking his head out, he began to stealthily watch the spectacle in the courtyard.

Seeing his lower body about to be injured, Ouyang Ke was both shocked and enraged, his eyes blood‑shot, and he roared fiercely.

"Junior brother!!!"

Five people blocked the courtyard: a green‑faced skinny youth, a bald man with a shining crown, a white‑clad man, a blind woman, and an old man with red face and white hair.

Hearing Wang Chu Yi's compliment, Sha Tongtian felt a sudden joy; though quick‑tempered, he prized his reputation above all, and instinctively blurted out: "Indeed, so you still know me."

"Seeking death!!!"

The people behind hesitated no more; Ouyang Ke and Liang Ziwen leapt forward, leaving the disheveled Mei Chaofeng, who stood with a silver whip whirring, suddenly shouting wildly into the room:

"Junior brother Lu! Weren't you going to capture me to present to the master? Come out, senior sister, I'm here! Hahaha~~"

A few "ka‑la" sounds rang, followed by a series of mournful screams; several people collapsed, dead, their heads spilling blood and brain matter continuously from the five orifices.

Liang Ziwen, who lunged first, saw he was about to reach Lu Chengfeng; Ke Zhen'e flung a poisonous spiked dart, then struck down, sweeping horizontally; the staff wind was fierce, forcing the old man to retreat repeatedly.

Seeing no one dared advance, Mei Chaofeng did not move forward either; she stayed put, wildly swinging her silver whip, and laughed maniacally on her pallid face:

As for how to resolve it, the two nations were still bickering; when it was discovered that the mastermind was the Guiyun Villa on the Taihu shore, Wanyan Honglie decided to dispatch his own martial‑world forces.

Another roar rang, and several people from the crowd surrounding Lu Chengfeng surged forward, beckoning toward the blind old woman.

To the left front stood the serene hermit Sun Bu'er, her right hand barely gripping a treasured sword, brows furrowed, complexion pale; her left hand covered a shoulder where blood had soaked the surrounding Daoist robe, a wound from Sha Tongtian's earlier fight.

"Still not attacking!!!"

When the two palms met, a burst of force erupted, flushing both faces and bulging veins; within two breaths they each let out a muted grunt and stepped back several paces to halt.

"Ah ah~"

Am I, Ouyang Ke, truly

Thinking of this, his eyes grew cold, and seeing that Niu Dingtian's snout‑like face relaxed slightly, he sneered inwardly, stepped forward, fixed his gaze on Wang Chu Yi, then glanced at Sun Bu'er, and said coldly:

"Daoist Wang and Daoist Sun, are you really meddling today?"

Ouyang Ke?

Niu Dingtian, who had been watching from the shadows for a while, narrowed his eyes at the famous name; it was the little alias he had just used.

The palm wind was fierce, almost at his eyes!

Han Baoyu abruptly released his golden whip, stumbling, then his feet retreated repeatedly; just as he steadied, Hou Tonghai, his face twisted, raised a palm and struck at Han Baoyu's rear heart.

"Big brother!!!"

The newcomer struck too fast; Hou Tonghai was lost in his thoughts, and before he could react, the bald man with the shining crown let out a roar, leapt up, surged forward, and his palm swung horizontally to intercept.

After hearing his junior brother's shout, Sha Tongtian finally recalled that the person had just attempted a sneak attack on his junior brother, nearly succeeding; his expression darkened, he clawed forward, lunging at Wang Chu Yi's chest, and shouted:

"Damn Quanzhen Seven, all back‑stabbing scoundrels!!"

"I have long admired the great name of White Camel Mountain; may I ask, is your venerable father the Western Venom Ouyang Feng?"

Seeing such extraordinary skill, everyone in the courtyard felt alarmed, and Lu Chengfeng's complexion grew even more solemn.

Lu Chengfeng still gave no reply, merely seated in his wheelchair behind the crowd, brow furrowed, gripping the chair's sides, silent. Somehow, upon seeing Mei Chaofeng's demeanor, he seemed unable to muster any hatred.

"How dare you!!!"

Feeling a sharp pain, Hou Tonghai let out a wail, looked up, and saw his right hand had vanished; fresh blood poured continuously from the broken wrist, and after a brief pause the ground was already soaked with a foul crimson liquid.

In theory it was only a misunderstanding between his uncle and his father, he shouldn't have reacted so, which shows his heart already held a knot.

The crowd looked toward the source of the sound and saw a greenish silhouette flash out in an instant.

When it stood motionless on the opposite roof, they realized the man wore a ghostly mask; moonlight passed over it, revealing snarling teeth and angry eyes, grotesquely ferocious.

(End of chapter)