Chapter 350: Lu Yuan: one in each hand, a Harami

He is selfish, hoping all soldiers can live well.

"So... I should handle this."

Wang An looked at the soldiers.

The soldiers shook their heads, completely ignoring Wang An's words, and strode forward.

He cannot let the deputy captain be in danger.

He also cannot just watch as Senior Lu Yuan dies!

Wang An wanted to chase after them, but the soldiers behind him all blocked him.

Wang An could only watch helplessly as his teammates, in the earlier dangerous place, could do nothing.

Yeah, they are not cultivators.

There is no way to stop this, and it's even impossible to fight the enemy.

Even if ordinary soldiers are killed, there is still a powerful cultivator holding down the fort inside.

"We believe in Mr. Lu Yuan."

At some point, a soldier spoke up.

The others nodded in agreement.

Yes, if Lu Yuan can't do it, then they have only death.

In the distance, the sound of insects chirped, quiet and pleasant.

The originally lively camp is now eerily quiet.

It seems as if there has been no sound here for a long time.

Moonlight shone on the camp's watchtower; the light on it remained lit.

Only the light no longer rotates, utterly calm.

Not even that machine has anyone operating it; to be precise, there is no one here.

"Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Wang An felt a little nervous, his fingers clenched, his eyes staring fixedly into the distance.

A cool breeze blew past, moving Wang An's hair.

It stirred ripples of moonlight, like waves.

But Wang An could not blend into this tranquility.

At this moment... the soldier.

The soldier sneaked up.

When he reached the closed gate, he stopped.

He was thinking about how to get up.

The surroundings were very quiet, as if everyone had really died.

Just as the soldier was at a loss.

A man's voice came from inside the camp.

From the voice, he seemed extremely embarrassed.

"You! Who exactly are you! Why are you ambushing us!"

"Huh? You have that many questions?"

Lu Yuan pretended to tug his ear, his eyes showing disdain.

"You! Don't tell me you did it on purpose!"

"I did it on purpose, so what?"

Lu Yuan stretched lazily, speaking as he approached, as if he were looking not at a living person but at a corpse.

"You talk too much, it's giving me a headache."

Speaking, he reached out to grab the enemy's neck.

The enemy, frightened, hurriedly begged for mercy, no longer showing his earlier vigor.

Yeah, he is already quite embarrassed.

The katana was stuck in the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, the red blood threads in his eyes gradually spreading, seeming to fill his eye sockets.

Lu Yuan was not at all nervous.

This person's strength is not as good as mine.

Even if he used blood as a sacrifice, he still couldn't beat me.

Lu Yuan snorted lightly: "Oh wow, oh wow, so trashy? I'd say you're nothing."

"Obediently become my defeated subordinate?"

Hearing this, the enemy's original pleas for mercy stopped abruptly.

In its place came anger, endless anger.

He didn't think Lu Yuan could kill him.

A person from the Great Qin Dynasty! When did they have such strength!

Of course, Lu Yi is so confident for another reason!

The Cherry Blossom Secret Technique! Basically, it bursts with double strength using blood.

Can it still be killed by Lu Yuan?

How is that possible?

Lu Yuan...

If Lu Yuan knew this, he would surely think he was bragging.

Yeah, what else is this if not bragging?

Die! Die!

Hahaha!

The enemy stood up, blood-red draped him in a robe, and his complexion instantly turned as pale as paper.

The wind swayed gently, stirring Lu Yuan's hair.

Lu Yuan still smiled.

His smile didn't reach his eyes.

But in his eyes, there was only that enemy, weapon in hand, a wildly grinning face.

Is that so? Come on, let's see who's stronger, you or me?

Lu Yuan crooked his finger, signaling the enemy to come.

The enemy stared fixedly at Lu Yuan.

You're the one seeking death!

Having said that, the enemy thrust his weapon straight at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan remained calm, standing still in place.

Until the weapon was only a meter away from him, it came to an abrupt stop.

The wind swayed gently.

It stirred Lu Yuan's hair and lifted his contemptuous gaze.

In an instant, the wind swept past Lu Yuan's head.

At that very second, Lu Yuan reached out and firmly gripped the sharp blade.

The blade instantly vanished into nothing.

It shattered into fragments.

Utterly ruined.

Lu Yuan???

Enemy???

Good, good, good—indeed worthy of Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan frowned, is that all? Even after increasing his strength by twenty percent.

The result was still no match for him.

To be precise, a single strike killed him—simply off the charts.

Lu Yuan thought to himself.

Just as the enemy was preparing to die, Lu Yuan suddenly stopped.

His fingers still pinched the sword's fragments, and a drop of blood smeared across them.

Meanwhile, the original enemy bled from his neck.

It flowed into the ground, onto the earth.

It merged with the original black blood of the worms.

Lu Yuan then brought the blade closer again, and in an instant it dyed his original neck red.

Although the blood flow was slight, it remained piercingly cold.

Come, I have a question for you—you'd better answer seriously.

What matter?

The enemy stammered, his voice filled with killing intent.

Yet under pressure, his original killing intent faded considerably, though he still stubbornly glared at Lu Yuan.

I ask, you answer.

What are you to Little Cherry Blossom? Judging by your cultivation, you're not bad.

I... the enemy pressed his lips, still stammering as he uttered a single word.

What are you? Speak! Lu Yuan's weapon approached again, blood-red fluid flowing once more, causing the enemy to suck in a cold breath from the pain.

At this moment, he was no longer irritable.

On the contrary, he was overcome with fear.

I'll speak, I'll speak!

The enemy hurriedly begged for mercy: 'I am a person of Lu Bei.'

I came here to investigate matters, thereby protecting this camp.

Oh? Are you the only cultivator? Are there so few cultivators of Little Cherry Blossom?

Upon hearing that, he shook his head: 'I don't know, I don't know anything about cultivators.'

I only know that my superiors sent only me; I truly don't know the specific reason.

Good, good, good—then you're from Lu Bei; what kind of people are Lu Bei?

Lu Bei... is our Cherry Blossom Country's third organization.

Oh?

Lu Yuan revealed a thoughtful expression.

If what the enemy says is true, Lu Bei is an organization, yet this name sounds like... the name of the Great Qin Dynasty?

Good fellow... could it be that someone else went to Cherry Blossom and established it?

Wait, could it be some contributor alliance of the Great Qin Dynasty?

But how could Little Cherry Blossom possibly allow such a person to become their third organization?

Moreover, they are not originally the Cherry Blossom clan people.

But, how did the other party become the third organization?

But, how does he remember that the third organization is another organization?

Lu Yuan rubbed his hair...... (End of chapter)