Chapter 595: Diverting the Disaster to Du Yan Lu Zhigang

"Bad, Kongque Laoliu has slaughtered Ha Rugou, Ha Rugou's minions have been wiped out, and the corpses are piled up like mountains."

"He has gone on a killing spree; the market has been reduced to ruins, and not a single living person was left."

"Wuying is fighting while retreating, his minions are constantly fleeing, and disguises, rear-guard actions, and hiding are all useless."

"He has already fought his way through nearly half of the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Workshop, and wherever he passes, there is no enemy that can withstand a single blow."

"The Seven Fragrances Peacock Gall suppresses all Poison Martial Arts, and the Sword of No-Form Slaughtering Colors kills in all directions; any Dusha Hutie or fist-art armor is like paper, easily shredded and sliced through, cutting both person and armor apart."

"Fu Manlun also stepped forward and exchanged a sword strike with him, but was wounded in the poison sac under his armpit and retreated for the time being."

"Zhu Shuowang, Xieyingshui, Wuying—the older brother of Wu Kui—as well as Fuwuque and Fengzhixian, moved upon hearing the news, declaring that they would not allow anyone to be so arrogant on their turf!"

The one who brought this news was none other than Lu Zhigang's newly recruited Servant Lineage, Wuya Fu Chou Dajun.

Previously, Lu Zhigang had beaten the Cao family martial arts masters to death and left with Cao Xuan'er—no, Lu Chongsheng.

Having walked only a few steps, he ran into the disheveled Chou Dajun.

Zhou You could not help but change his opinion of this man; the surroundings were in chaos, and the remains and corpses of Poison Martial Arts practitioners were everywhere, yet he had not died.

Could it be that he had misjudged him, and that this Chou Dajun was actually a hidden Child of Destiny? "I finally found you."

When Chou Dajun saw Lu Zhigang, his eyes were filled with tears, "Run quickly, Kongque Laoliu is too ruthless; he has already slaughtered a thousand people under his sword."

The martial arts masters who had broken in had already suffered heavy losses, and only Kongque Laoliu stood out from the rest.

He was not only powerful in his fist arts, but his energy seemed inexhaustible; he showed no signs of fatigue even now, instead growing braver with every fight, having fought through the market and pursued Wu Kui all the way.

His goal was clear: kill Wu Kui to complete his mission; as for saving people, heh!

Zhou You was left speechless after hearing the news Chou Dajun had blurted out in one breath; was this peacock really that powerful?

Of the Seven Birds who had gathered in righteousness, six had already died at his hands, and he hadn't paid any attention to the remaining peacock, never having bothered to inquire about him.

After all, he had already completed the inheritance of Baiqin Laoren into the "Ying Feng Swallowing Dragon Chapter," and the fragment in the peacock's hands was irrelevant.

But who could have imagined that the peacock was so gifted, having practiced to this level relying solely on a fragment.

With his own strength, he had fought his way to invincibility in the dignified sect of the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Workshop, leaving the Disciple Wu Kui with nowhere to run on his own turf.

The three of them, Lu Zhigang, stood on the ruins of the market, looking at the mountain of corpses, the incoming killing intent making them shiver.

These were all Poison Martial Arts practitioners killed by the peacock, which showed just how heavy his bloodlust was.

"How about we go back?"

Cao Xuan'er suggested; although she had changed her name, Lu Zhigang still felt it was awkward and treated her as Cao Xuan'er.

"That makes sense!"

Lu Zhigang nodded seriously, "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall; let's go home, close the doors, and if there is a 'No-War' placard, we shall hang one up."

"We really don't have one of those!"

Chou Dajun explained desperately, "Master, they have already fought their way to our doorstep, don't you want to..."

"I don't want to; the trouble Wu Kui brought upon himself, he can solve himself."

Lu Zhigang said decisively, "Looking at the two of you in such a sorry state, it is clear you haven't practiced your arts well; after we return, I will properly instruct you in fist arts and martial training to increase your strength."

Cao Xuan'er acknowledged him as her foster father, and Chou Dajun was his only Servant Lineage; he only had these two people he could use, which could not compare to the hundreds of minions other Disciples had, or even the number of disciples with slightly higher status.

Forget it, talent is valued for quality, not quantity; two are enough! Zhou You made up his mind not to get involved in this turmoil, but to go home, close the door, and train his subordinates.

However, once this turmoil started, it became uncontrollable and gradually tended to blow toward him.

"Ah!" A streak of sword light across the sky swept across Wu Kui's waist and abdomen, severing his 'Bailian Jingu Baojia', slicing open his protective poison Qi, and easily piercing into his flesh and blood.

After struggling to escape for several days, he still could not escape the pursuit of Kongque Laoliu and died miserably under the divine sword. A massive phantom rose in mid-air, and the mountain-sized centipede bled to death, crashing down and shaking the earth.

The culprit was dead!

Kongque Laoliu was not yet satisfied and licked the corner of his mouth, "Are you not going to step up?"

The dense crowd of people squeezed into a straight front line before him, but no one dared to cross half a step to be the first to stick their neck out.

Fu Manlun clutched his shoulder; the poison sac under his armpit had not yet healed, and any slight movement tugged at the wound.

Standing beside him were Disciples like Zhu Shuowang and a massive group of minions, yet they all remained silent in unison.

Who dared to step forward? Who dared to face this madman, the peacock?

This guy was insane and cruel, taking pleasure in slaughter; he was simply a more ferocious and evil existence than they were.

Among the many Poison Martial Arts practitioners present, there was no lack of experts who killed for fun or used cruel torture, but killing was like fine food—it was only enjoyable in small, frequent portions; if one killed too much at once, one would feel bloated and nauseated.

Yet this Kongque Laoliu before them had killed over a thousand people and still hadn't reached his limit; he was still killing, still provoking.

He was not only tireless, but he would never be satisfied; after killing Ha Rugou and Wu Kui, he still wanted to claim more heads.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Fu Manlun sighed, "Kongque Laoliu, you are powerful; we admire you."

"However, every grievance has its source and every debt its debtor; it is unwise for you to waste time here instead of going to find Lu Zhigang."

"He killed your sworn brother and took away the inheritance fragment of Baiqin Laoren; no matter how you look at it, you must kill him first."

Fu Manlun was also very helpless; his large group of people could not take down a mere peacock, who was ravaging them in all directions.

Du Taiyue had not appeared yet, clearly intending not to intervene; to him, Poison Martial Arts practitioners were like the antennae on a poisonous insect—even if they were all broken off, they would grow back on their own, not worth asking about.

Even for Disciples like Fu Manlun, he left them to fend for themselves; it was merely the law of the jungle.

Therefore, if they wanted to save themselves, they could only rely on themselves.

"Oh, Lu Zhigang, that name sounds somewhat familiar."

Kongque Laoliu raised his eyeshadow, waved his hand, and said, "Lead the way, let's go find Lu Zhigang."

And so, Zhou You was directly blocked at his own doorstep...

"Kongque Laoliu."

This guy was dressed as gaudily as a fancy peacock, and as a grown man, he even wore eyeshadow; he was truly not to be trifled with.

Kongque Laoliu was full of interest, looking Lu Zhigang up and down, "You are the Du Yan Lu Zhigang; why do you still go by that nickname?"

"Forget it, let me see how much of Baiqin Laoren's prowess you have obtained."

As his brows twitched, he struck out with a sword, causing Fu Manlun and the others practicing Poison Martial Arts to retreat in unison, wishing only to be as far away as possible.

Zhou You dared not be negligent; although he had never seen it, he had heard of the formidable power of the Severing Color Formless Divine Sword.

He raised his hand to strike with a Seven Step Poison Sand palm at the 'Poison Flood Dragon' level, the palm force gushing out as he stepped with footwork to evade the trajectory of the sword light.

The poison rolled and tumbled, condensing into a ferocious Poison Flood Dragon that shook its head and wagged its tail as it charged forward.

At the same time, a layer of dense scales emerged on Zhou You's body surface, the poison malevolence interweaving into a thick defensive layer.

(End of this chapter)