Chapter 42: If You Cannot Catch My Sword, You Must Die

Inside Meizhuang, the expression on Ren Woxing's face was quite spectacular.

"You want to kill me?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"I am the Sun Moon Holy Cult Cult Leader, Ren Woxing."

In an instant, an extremely domineering pressure surged from Ren Woxing's body.

Having spent years in imprisonment, Ren Woxing had inevitably carried an air of despondency.

But now that he had seen the light of day again, his ambition had been rekindled.

The moment he was provoked by Lu Li's words, that innate ambition and arrogance erupted, actually suppressing Xiang Wentian and Lvzhuweng until they were terrified, as if they were facing the once-unrivaled Cult Leader of the past.

Even Ren Yingying, who stood to the side, felt a jolt in her heart.

She had always practiced meditation and quietude, and she vaguely sensed that after years of imprisonment, her father had not only failed to lose heart, but his ambition was even greater than before; a cruel, tyrannical aura was actually manifesting on him.

In just a moment, Ren Woxing had already reverted to the great devil he once was.

Ren Woxing had initially held some appreciation for Lu Li, who had rescued him, and had even thought of granting Lu Li some benefits.

But Lu Li's wild talk of wanting to spar with him, and even threatening to kill him, made Ren Woxing feel that it was ridiculous, and also somewhat infuriating.

"It seems I have been retired from the Jianghu for too long, and the Jianghu has forgotten my legend."

"Go ask the Abbot of Shaolin, ask your master, ask those who were active in the Jianghu twenty years ago—who would dare say a word of dissent in front of me?"

"Just because you are being presumptuous before me, you must die!"

"Just because I am Ren Woxing, I can ensure your Huashan has no place to be buried."

Twenty years ago, Ren Woxing was already a great devil whose name made the Jianghu tremble.

Ren Woxing was able to unite the various factions of the Jianghu and, with his own strength, contend against the entire orthodox Jianghu.

The height of his martial arts and the shrewdness and ruthlessness of his methods were evident.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ren Yingying hurriedly pulled on Ren Woxing and said in a sweet voice, "Father~"

"Today you have escaped your cage, which is a wonderful day; we should be drinking to celebrate, wouldn't senseless killing spoil the mood?"

"You may not know this, but this young hero Lu Li is a sword fanatic, and his temper is just like this."

"A few months ago, he even killed six of the Songshan Thirteen Taibao, and today he came to rescue you; strictly speaking, we are on the same side, please do not blame him."

Ren Woxing was coaxed by his daughter, and the killing intent on his face softened a little.

"Oh? Killed the Taibao of the Songshan Sect, interesting!"

"For my daughter's sake, I shall spare you for your insolence."

Ren Yingying breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Lu Li, "Young Master Lu, if you want to spar in the future, I will help you ask nicely."

Hearing this, Lu Li could not help but laugh.

"Spare me for my insolence?"

"Ask nicely?"

"Everyone, I am afraid you have misunderstood one thing."

"This spar is different from the one with the Meizhuang Four Friends—it will determine both superiority and life or death."

Lu Li's long sword left its sheath, unleashing a surge of Sword Qi that blew the meticulously pruned plum blossoms in the garden into a chaotic mess.

From Lu Li's body, an unrivaled, sharp aura was already radiating.

His entire person was like a sword, ready to strike everyone down at any moment.

"If you cannot catch my sword, you will die."

Ren Yingying's face turned pale, and she retreated violently.

Only now did she realize that Lu Li was not joking; he was truly intending to be their enemy.

She had underestimated the resolve of a sword cultivator.

Moreover, looking at Lu Li's calm expression, it seemed he had long anticipated that the goal of this operation was to rescue Ren Woxing.

Since he chose to help rescue Ren Woxing, why did he now want to kill him? Provoked by the Sword Qi, Ren Woxing roared, "Good sword!"

"I am willing to accept this challenge of yours!"

"I will break you myself and make this sword of yours kneel at my feet."

Ren Yingying hurriedly said, "Lu Li, are you truly going to disregard everything? Even if your swordsmanship is superb, you are not the only person in this world."

"You must consider others, right?"

"As the second disciple of the Huashan Sect, do you not consider the Huashan Sect? Do you truly want to provoke a life-and-death feud between the Sun Moon Holy Cult and the Huashan Sect?"

Even Xiang Wentian, who was on the side, loudly advised, "Cult Leader, wait."

"Brother Lu!"

"To tell you the truth, Brother Lu and I traveled from Luoyang to Hangzhou, and we already spread the news on the road; at this moment, the Jianghu is likely already saying that Brother Lu has associated with the demonic path and is one of us."

"You once killed six Taibao of the Songshan Sect, and with people repeating rumors, you are already intolerable to the orthodox path."

"If you fight us now, you will have completely broken with our side."

"It is not too late for Brother Lu to join us now; have you thought it through? Do you truly want to end up with no place to stay in the entire Jianghu?"

What Xiang Wentian said was correct; Lu Li's actions would inevitably offend both sides of the Jianghu, leaving him with nowhere to turn.

But, so what? Watching Ren Yingying's persuasion, Ren Woxing's tyranny, and Xiang Wentian's coercion, Lu Li suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

Xiang Wentian shouted.

"Xiang Wentian, what you said is correct, but it is also wrong."

"I am laughing because you see yourselves too highly and see me too small."

"To you, this Jianghu is everything; the orthodox and the demonic, and the supremacy of the martial arts world are what you pursue in this life."

"But to me, this world of the Smiling Proud Wanderer is one I can leave whenever I wish."

"What of the righteous and demonic paths? Even if there are thousands of men, I dare to go."

The aura on Lu Li's body changed abruptly, as if he were an immortal sovereign towering above all things, looking down upon Ren Woxing and the others.

It must be said that Xiang Wentian and the others were right; these are things that people of the pugilistic world must consider.

Wherever there are people, there is a pugilistic world; it is impossible to remain aloof.

But they could never imagine that Lu Li was not a person of this world to begin with!

Neither the righteous nor the demonic paths of the pugilistic world were held in his regard.

As for the Huashan Sect, he had already done enough: fought for its reputation, improved its sword arts, and damaged Songshan.

The Huashan of today is already countless times stronger than the Huashan of the original work.

He remembers the feelings of Yue Buqun and the people on Huashan.

But now, his mission is complete, and there will always be a time to return to the Tianxuan Continent.

Could it be that he must carry the Huashan Sect on his back forever? Rather than struggle for a lifetime, it is better to forget each other in the pugilistic world.

What he has left for the Huashan Sect is already enough to be worthy of all these experiences.

What he must do now is for himself!

Therefore, Lu Li specifically bid farewell to Yue Buqun and the Huashan Sect.

If Yue Buqun feels that the reputation of Huashan has been damaged, he can expel him from Huashan at any time.

What does it matter if there are rumors and gossip in the pugilistic world? What Lu Li must do now is let the entire pugilistic world see his sword!

A precious sword had already appeared in Ren Woxing's hand.

Ren Yingying might not understand Lu Li's thoughts, but as a generation of heroes, how could Ren Woxing not know the ambition in Lu Li's eyes? Suddenly, Ren Woxing thrust his sword out.

As the master of the Demonic Cult, how could Ren Woxing tolerate Lu Li's challenge to him? "Since you are seeking death, then I shall grant it to you."

The sword light was like a long rainbow in the sky, swift and dazzling, crossing the distance between the two in an instant and arriving before Lu Li.

This sword light was beautiful, yet it revealed a chilling and ruthless killing intent!

It was just like the treacherous methods hidden behind a politician's smiling face.

Xiang Wentian and the others had not seen Ren Woxing make a move for a long time.

Seeing it suddenly today, they only felt that Ren Woxing's sword technique was even more tyrannical and even more heartless.

He was already a heartless demon, and now, he had become even more tyrannical.

Xiang Wentian and the others were only standing to the side, not facing the sword radiance directly, yet they still felt a chill throughout their bodies, cold enough to reach their very marrow.

It is rumored in the pugilistic world that what is most terrifying about Ren Woxing is his Star-Sucking Great Art, but in reality, even without the Star-Sucking Great Art, his sword techniques and his unarmed combat make him a top-tier expert in the pugilistic world!

Lu Li faced this sword directly, a trace of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"Not bad."

"Taiyue" suddenly unsheathed; the Sword Intent was heavy as a mountain pressing down, the sword light bizarre, dangerous, and masterfully crafted.

It is very difficult to combine these two extreme contradictions, but Lu Li did it.

An almost perfect Taiyue Sword Momentum!