Chapter 28: Joining Forces

"Come out."

Tong Baixiong gave an order.

Suddenly, a sound came from outside the courtyard; another group of people had arrived.

This group consisted of about twenty people, also dressed in black, yet they did not cover their faces with black cloth; they were all from the Sun Moon Holy Cult.

Tong Baixiong sneered: "Today, neither of you two sides will be able to leave."

He intended to reap the rewards of the fisherman, surrounding and killing both sides.

Seeing the situation was unfavorable, Lu Bai immediately spoke to Lu Li: "Lu Li, this is an internal matter of our Five Mountains Sword Sects; we cannot let the demons of the Demonic Cult make a mockery of us."

He was attempting to use diplomatic maneuvering to unite with Lu Li to first resist Tong Baixiong.

"I think you have chosen the wrong person to unite with."

Lu Li's expression was indifferent; he seemed to have no intention of joining forces with Lu Bai at all.

Lu Bai feigned composure and turned to ask: "Tong Baixiong, what are you doing here?"

Tong Baixiong laughed heartily: "The Liu Family are friends of Elder Qu Yang; good brothers must naturally live and die together.

Now that Qu Yang has passed away, let the Liu Family die along with him."

"However, before dying, there are some things that must be returned to the Holy Cult."

He turned his head to look at the group from the Liu Mansion.

"Qu Feiyan, come back to Black Wood Cliff with your Grandpa Tong."

"Lu Li, hand the Laughing Proudly in the Jianghu music score over to me."

Tong Baixiong looked at a little girl standing behind Liu Jing, and Lu Li also turned to look; he had not expected this little girl to be Qu Feiyan, as he had not paid attention along the way.

Besides Qu Feiyan, the other party also wanted the Laughing Proudly in the Jianghu music score.

Interesting.

A group of women and children, and a music score, had actually drawn experts from both the righteous and evil paths to surround and kill them.

What a "Smiling Proud Wanderer"!

Like a large black bear, Tong Baixiong blocked the courtyard gate, as if blocking everyone's path to survival.

His eyes were like lightning as he looked at Qu Feiyan beside Liu Jing.

Qu Feiyan still retained her childishness, her face was still of the very round kind, and two pigtails swayed on her head.

She poked her head out and stuck her tongue out at Tong Baixiong.

"Hee hee, I don't want to go back at all. What is there to play with on Black Wood Cliff? My grandfather didn't want to go back, and I prefer playing with Sister Liu."

Beside Tong Baixiong, a woman with a seductive voice spoke: "Listen to reason, little girl Qu. If you don't want to go back to Black Wood Cliff, you can only go down to accompany your grandfather Qu Yang."

"You grew up on Black Wood Cliff since you were small; the rules of our Holy Cult make it impossible to just let you go like this.

But if I have to kill you, I really am a bit reluctant."

Although the woman said she was reluctant, her expression was eager to try, without a shred of pity.

Qu Feiyan laughed: "You ugly old hag, I don't want to go back with you."

Tong Baixiong sighed: "What a pity.

Since you don't want to go back, we can only take your corpse back."

Turning around, he looked at Lu Li again.

"She refused me, what about you?"

Lu Li laughed: "Just a bear, and you want to learn to listen to music? Wouldn't it be a waste to give the music score to you?"

Tong Baixiong's eyes widened in anger, and he suddenly let out a loud shout; the sound was like a thunderbolt, causing people's minds to roar.

"Good!

Good."

"Since you don't want to give it, then I will break your four limbs and ask you slowly."

The next moment.

Tong Baixiong's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.

Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes; a black bear suddenly lunged out of the night, charging straight at Lu Li.

A giant bear paw suddenly smashed down overhead, as if a small mountain were going to beat Lu Li to death!

True Qi surged wildly from the palm, making it impossible for people to breathe from far away.

The intense killing intent stimulated everyone's senses, making people instinctively want to run away.

Many disciples behind Lu Li could no longer withstand the successive shocks; their legs went soft, and they involuntarily knelt on the ground.

When Lu Li defeated the Songshan Sect, they had instinctively thought that the crisis of the night had passed; even if Lu Li said he would hunt down the people of the Songshan Sect, it would not endanger their lives.

But who knew that the next moment, they would be surrounded by people from the Sun Moon Holy Cult!

The string in their minds that had just begun to relax immediately became taut.

Tong Baixiong suddenly struck, his terrifying and murderous technique intimidating everyone.

This intense killing intent was even more terrifying than that of the people from the Songshan Sect.

It could only be said, how could an Elder of the Sun Moon Holy Cult be a name without substance? And some people with fragile minds had the string in their hearts snap directly.

Those who were barely holding on also felt a thought of survival rise in their hearts: Otherwise, just kill Qu Feiyan and send her out!

Anyway, this girl was not from the Five Mountains Sword Sects; she was originally the granddaughter of a Demonic Cult Elder!

As for the music score in Lu Li's hand, they chose to forget it.

Just kidding, after seeing Lu Li's sword technique with their own eyes, who would dare to snatch his things? They looked at Lu Li, but the little person in their hearts shook their head like a rattle—forget it, forget it, can't afford to provoke him.

And at this moment, Lu Li was already enveloped by Tong Baixiong's palm wind.

If it were before, Lu Li probably really would not have been able to fight battle after battle.

However, he had just comprehended Sword Intent and was in a state of extreme agitation.

Even if Tong Baixiong did not attack him, Lu Li wanted to use the blood of these people to hone his nascent Sword Intent!

Furthermore, no one can touch the person I, Lu Li, want to escort!

Lu Li thrust out a sword in the blink of an eye, and then, Tong Baixiong's giant bear-like palm stopped three feet in front of Lu Li.

The immense power in his palm was enough to split trees, yet it was blocked by Lu Li's sword at a distance of three feet.

Tong Baixiong felt as if his palm had struck a great mountain.

He had never seen such swordsmanship; it was not only peerlessly swift, arriving before his palm like a gust of wind.

The might of the sword was even more like a landslide or a tsunami, extraordinarily heavy and carrying terrifying power.

The next moment, Tong Baixiong's body shook violently, and then he retreated rapidly.

The people at Liu Mansion felt their bodies loosen, and the icy pressure on them suddenly faded away.

They looked at Lu Li in disbelief.

This swordsman had defeated a powerful enemy once again!

Lu Li withdrew his long sword, his gaze like a torch, looking at Tong Baixiong.

"This sword of mine is stronger than the last; just now, both Baiban Shaxing and Qinghai Yixiao left their lives under my sword.

You were able to take this strike and still retreat; you are not bad."

The members of the Sun Moon Holy Cult were greatly shocked; they could never have imagined that someone could force Tong Baixiong back with a single sword strike!

And Lu Li was even more at ease, his tone like that of an elder, not taking Tong Baixiong seriously at all.

And what he said next left everyone stunned on the spot!

A flash of militant fanaticism crossed Lu Li's eyes, and he suddenly said: "The Sun Moon Holy Cult is somewhat interesting; I am even more interested in Dongfang Bubai."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone seemed to forget how to breathe, and only the sound of the wailing wind remained in the courtyard.

"Is this man crazy? He is actually going to challenge Dongfang Bubai."

"Dongfang Bubai is known as the number one in the martial arts world; let alone him, even the Abbot of Shaolin would not dare to challenge him lightly..."

"Insolent!

How can you mention the name of our Cult Leader?"

While everyone was stunned, Tong Baixiong had already stood up.

The Qi and blood in his body surged, and a moment later, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!

He suddenly realized that he had underestimated Lu Li.

He even had an outrageous thought in his mind.

He saw in Lu Li the appearance of Dongfang Bubai at a certain stage—looking down upon the world, 'Only I am undefeated!'

Although the current Dongfang Bubai had completely lost that momentum, hiding on Black Wood Cliff every day to embroider, actually taking up quiet cultivation.

But the Dongfang Bubai of the past was truly undefeated.

That momentum of looking down upon the world was exactly the same as the Lu Li before him!

Suddenly, Fei Bin, who was to the side, said gloomily: "Tong Baixiong, how about you and I join forces?"