Chapter 50: I Never Intended to Compete (2-in-1)

Hengshan.

Lu Li walked down slowly.

As he drew closer, the gazes of everyone from both the righteous and evil paths turned toward him.

"Lu Li!

Do you regret it now?"

From the sedan chair of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, Ren Yingying said through gritted teeth.

"Lu Li, when you were at Meizhuang, you once said that you didn't hold either the righteous or evil paths in your eyes."

"But today, these thousands of heroes have surrounded you."

My Holy Cult wants to kill you, the Songshan Sect wants to kill you, and a crowd of martial arts heroes wants to kill you!

I want to see, how can you survive?"

Ren Yingying's beautiful eyes were currently flashing with a venomous, scorpion-like glare and a trace of resentment.

She resented that Lu Li had promised to go to Meizhuang with her, only to kill Ren Woxing.

She resented Lu Li for going back on his word, and in her heart, there was even a hint of feeling that Lu Li had toyed with her affections and abandoned her.

With my beauty and status, I had the heart to invite Lu Li to join the Holy Cult, but ended up being betrayed.

You clearly promised me, yet you slaughtered my father? Scum, go to hell!

As for Xiang Wentian and the other experts of the Demonic Cult, their thoughts were much simpler.

Lu Li actually dared to toy with the Saintess? He must die today!

And the martial arts heroes, caught in the middle and in a difficult position between Lu Li and the Demonic Cult, were trembling with fear.

Can't see me, can't see me... Another group, however, cursed in their hearts: "Damn Lu Li!

If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have ended up in this situation."

"Even if his martial arts are high, can he still block the experts of the Sun Moon Holy Cult? Besides, he just fought a round, he must be exhausted to death."

They admitted that Lu Li was indeed formidable, remaining calm and composed under the siege of the heroes, turning the tables single-handedly.

But they also admitted that their group were mere weaklings, not enough for the many experts of the Sun Moon Holy Cult to crush.

Now, the Sun Moon Holy Cult had sent out all their elites.

The Saintess was personally overseeing the battle, and the Heavenly King Xiang Wentian was right by her side.

There was also the Elder Jia Bu.

Shangguan Yun, the Twin Bears of Mobei who were said to eat human flesh raw... that exotic woman Lan Fenghuang was dressed provocatively, with colorful poisonous snakes and centipedes coiled around her feet!

No one favored Lu Li.

In their view, Lu Li was like Schrödinger's cat.

Some people looked like they were still alive, but in reality, they were already dead.

The only way to survive, it seemed, was to surrender and bow their heads.

Unexpectedly, Lu Li shook his head slowly and said: "First, I must correct a mistake of yours. A thousand heroes might be able to stop me, but a thousand rabble cannot."

The crowd was a bit dazed upon hearing this.

Huh? What does he mean? He said we aren't heroes!

Can't stop him? Is this the time to discuss that? Several thousand people from both the righteous and evil paths, a dark, oppressive mass—is he not afraid looking at them? Lu Li's expression became increasingly arrogant, and he said in a tone of extreme mockery: "Don't misunderstand, I'm not targeting anyone in particular; I'm saying that everyone present who intends to block me... is trash."

Once these words were spoken, the entire scene exploded.

Lin Pingzhi, who had been following behind Lu Li, felt his legs go soft the moment he heard this.

Lin Pingzhi's face fell, his eyes devoid of light.

Brother, is mocking them really a good idea right now? The harder you mock, the more painful it will be when we get hacked later!

Who would have thought, Liang Fa glared at him.

That look clearly said, we're here to cheer, take it seriously for me!

In truth, Liang Fa was also a bit afraid, but compared to Lin Pingzhi, he was doing a little better.

After all, he had seen more, and had gradually become familiar with Lu Li's character.

This senior brother of his seemed arrogant, but he was actually very steady.

If Lu Li said they were trash, then it was basically correct.

Of course, this assessment was from Lu Li's own perspective.

'I guess I won't need to take action with Junior Brother Pingzhi later; I imagine Senior Brother can kill most of them by himself.

Junior Brother and I just need to cheer earnestly, or pick off the stragglers.' Liang Fa was also starting to turn bad.

The heroes mocked by Lu Li, however, did not think so.

What does that mean? Insulting people, are you!

The crowd was furious, feeling as uncomfortable as if they had triggered a cuckoldry event and were being insulted to their faces by the homewrecker.

However, the more uncomfortable they were now, the prouder they would be later.

Many years after Lu Li retired from the martial arts world, one could still often encounter martial artists who had survived this battle bragging in inns and other crowded places.

"Back in the day, I once crossed swords with Lu Li and survived!

Back then at Hengshan, the righteous and evil paths..."

Listeners would all sneer; could it be that you only threw a flying knife from several hundred feet away? Compared to these heroes, the people of the Sun Moon Holy Cult were truly enraged; they were genuinely and truly being mocked.

Lu Li's words were almost saying to Ren Yingying: 'I am just toying with you, what can you do about it?' The heroes began to curse loudly, and Xiang Wentian's expression changed as he roared: "You are courting death!"

In an instant, dozens of experts from the Sun Moon Holy Cult charged toward Lu Li together!

And Lu Li, as if he hadn't seen the heroes charging over, continued to walk toward the foot of the mountain step by step.

As for Lu Li, it was as if he did not see the crowd of heroes charging toward him, and he continued to walk down the mountain step by step.

The heroes caught in the middle scattered in all directions, and those who could not dodge in time were hacked to death by the men of the Sun Moon Holy Cult.

Very quickly, someone rushed before Lu Li.

"It's the Twin Bears of Mobei."

The two had burly bodies, one with black skin and one with white, known as the Black Bear and the White Bear.

Blood Qi permeated their bodies, and killing intent condensed on their palms; the massive bear paws smashed down overhead, emitting crackling, popping sounds in the air.

"Your martial arts are so high, and your skin and muscles are more resilient than ordinary martial artists; you must be delicious."

"Just now he mocked us, so we will eat him!"

Hahaha!

Satisfying."

The ferocious, man-eating aura of these two made no one doubt that this single palm could smash Lu Li, who had the build of a scholar, into a pulp!

The Twin Bears laughed wildly.

But the next moment, they could no longer laugh.

Lu Li's long sword had already been unsheathed, though no one knew when.

At this moment, a sword hung in the air, the sword light appearing like a sudden silver moon, and Sword Qi instantly sliced outward.

No one could describe the strange peril and absolute beauty of this sword strike.

Tempered through a thousand trials? Mastery? The Twin Bears of Mobei asked themselves how many swordsmen they had eaten, but they had never seen such a sword strike.

Therefore, they could not possibly block such a sword strike!

In an instant!

The heads of the Twin Bears left their bodies, even before the wild laughter on their faces had time to fade.

Once the sword light rose, it did not stop.

Lu Li met one person with almost every step he took.

Then, he would slash out a sword strike.

Not only could the Twin Bears of Mobei not block this sword strike, but the other experts of the Demonic Cult could not block it either!

The sword light flashed past, turning into one after another, gradually condensing into a single sheet.

Before Lu Li, no one could block a single strike from him.

The heroes were filled with horror, but they could not help but admire him; this was what it meant to be a swordsman.

Holding a green blade, no one could stand within three feet!

The heroes of the pugilistic world hiding on the side were almost dumbfounded.

That sword light seemed to have a spirit, gradually transforming into mountain peaks.

One mountain peak was incomparably perilous, leaving climbers in despair; one mountain peak was continuous and unending; one mountain peak hid in clouds and mist, shifting and unpredictable; one mountain peak was filled with ancient charm... Lu Li's sword light had actually transformed into the Four Mountains!

Ordinary sword techniques are inherently inclined toward a singular existence.

A poem once wrote: "Kill a person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles."

This is still the pinnacle of existence among swordsmen, yet it is still one sword strike to kill one person.

But now, the long sword in Lu Li's hand turned into sword light filling the sky, and the sword light turned into the Four Mountains.

On the mountain path of Hengshan, a Sword Mountain smashed down toward the people of the Sun Moon Holy Cult.

Boom!

Countless Demonic Cult members rushing up felt that they were not facing a swordsman at all, but mountain peaks!

It was just that these mountain peaks were transformed by sword light and Sword Qi.

With a loud boom, nearly a hundred Demonic Cult experts were smashed sideways like baseballs.

The most terrifying thing was that the Sword Mountain was not just about the word "mountain," but more importantly, the sword.

While those people were still in the air, countless sounds of blades cutting flesh came from their bodies.

Their clothes, their skin, their muscles, and even their bones emitted terrifying sounds!

Those sword marks were all different, some strangely perilous, others continuous and ancient, actually faintly identical to the Four Mountains Sword Technique.

In an instant, blood mist filled the sky; on the mountain path, corpses were separated from heads, and blood flowed like a river!

Lu Li was like the protagonist of a zombie game; facing the overwhelming enemies, he slashed out a sword strike.

A large-scale AOE sword technique that cleansed the entire Hengshan mountain path.

After one sword strike, countless Demonic Cult experts were dead or injured.

The Twin Bears of Mobei, Zu Qianqiu, Lao Touzi, the Tianhe Gang leader, Chou Songnian, Ji Wushi, and even the Elder Jia Bu... countless experts all perished.

Beside the corpse of Lan Fenghuang, colorful poisonous insect blood was scattered.

Before Lu Li, she did not even have a chance to use her poison arts; those poisonous insects were stimulated by the Sword Qi and exploded to death directly.

Xiang Wentian had the highest martial arts, and he was the first to react, immediately using the Sucking Star Great Method to transfer Lu Li's power into the ground, which was why he survived under Lu Li's sword with all his might.

Even so, his body was covered in wounds deep enough to see bone.

At this moment, Lu Li's figure flashed, and he had already used light-body technique to arrive before him.

Lu Li flew up and kicked, fiercely striking Xiang Wentian.

Xiang Wentian became a leather ball again, kicked directly by Lu Li into trees and rocks, rolling several zhang along the mountain road before stopping.

At this moment, he was like a dead dog.

Lu Li walked forward slowly, and at this time, no one dared to stop him.

For a time, only the sound of Lu Li's footsteps on the mountain path remained in the entire area.

"Xiang Wentian, are you convinced now?"

Xiang Wentian struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred as he looked at Lu Li.

You must know, his nickname is "Heavenly King"!

That means above heaven and below earth, he bows to no one!

But the Lu Li before him was truly too strong.

Even if Xiang Wentian were more arrogant, he had to admit that even if they fought again, he still would have no chance.

If he wanted to survive, he could only submit.

However, in his heart, Xiang Wentian was not truly submissive.

"Lu Li, you achieved fame at a young age, so it is inevitable that you would become arrogant and lose your head; when the time comes, I will definitely have a chance for revenge!

What does it matter if your sword technique is high? I will give you beauties, give you countless luxuries and debauchery, and then secretly feed you peerless poison...

Even if you were a grandmaster from hundreds of years ago, there would be a way to kill you!

As long as I survive this ordeal, I will surely tear you into ten thousand pieces!

By then, I, your father, will still be the Heavenly King!"

Xiang Wentian clenched his fists and said tremblingly, "I submit."

The lawless Left Envoy of the Demonic Cult, the Heavenly King Xiang Wentian, could only lower his head.

But unexpectedly, Lu Li loosened his grip on the long sword, letting it free-fall to pierce into Xiang Wentian's heart.

"Since you have submitted, then go die."

In an instant, the Sword Qi on the long sword passed through his body, killing Xiang Wentian in an instant.

Everyone was horrified, not expecting that Lu Li would actually kill Xiang Wentian directly!

The people of the Sun Moon Holy Cult were even more incensed; their Left Envoy Xiang Wentian had already bowed his head in submission, yet Lu Li was still relentless, striking to kill Xiang Wentian!

"You..."

Elder Shangguan Yun suddenly stepped forward, his fists clenched tight, ready to strike.

"How about me?"

"I asked him if he submitted, what does that have to do with whether I kill him or not?"

Lu Li's expression turned cold, and he slashed out with his sword.

That Shangguan Yun, as if possessed, could not dodge this sword no matter what, and was pierced directly through the throat by Lu Li!

The entire scene was deathly silent.

The many experts of the Sun Moon Holy Cult were now almost all dead or injured.

Only Elder Jia Bu remained, forcing himself to stay calm.

"Lu Li, you have already killed many people of my Sun Moon Holy Cult; could it be that you still want to strike to destroy my Holy Cult?"

Hearing this, the crowd was terrified and shocked.

In truth, things like destroying a sect do not happen often in the pugilistic world.

But whenever it does happen, it is an earth-shattering event that shakes the pugilistic world.

Moreover, no one had ever thought that someone would destroy the Sun Moon Holy Cult.

After all, the Sun Moon Holy Cult is too powerful, with experts as numerous as clouds and many followers from all walks of life; once a disaster occurs, it will affect the entire pugilistic world.

What's more, the only enemy of the Sun Moon Holy Cult today is Lu Li alone.

One person destroying the Sun Moon Holy Cult? How is that possible? No one believed it.

However, Lu Li said, "If you still have thoughts of revenge, then what would it matter if I attack Black Wood Cliff?"

His pupils had already become indifferent; that was not the bloodthirst of a butcher, but more like a god looking down from above.

Immortals and mortals are different.

No one would go out of their way to find dirty, disgusting flies, but if flies keep buzzing around a person, naturally they can only be swatted to death.

Jia Bu's face flushed red, and he said viciously, "Arrogant."

"Although your martial arts are high, they may not be higher than Cult Leader Dongfang."

"Although your internal energy is strong, you cannot withstand a war of attrition from our thousands of people."

In his view, his side had already given Lu Li enough of a way out, but the other party did not seem to want to take it at all.

Yes, Lu Li certainly did not care about a way out.

In the world of Proud Smile, if there is an obstruction, one just needs to crush it with a foot; why would one need a way out? "I have yet to witness Dongfang Bubai's martial arts, but as for a war of attrition, I am not afraid."

Lu Li's mouth curled up, his figure flashed, and he suddenly passed through the crowd to raise his hand and press down on the top of Jia Bu's head.

Jia Bu's body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he soon collapsed limply on the ground.

"Star-Sucking Great Art."

"How can he also suck away others' internal energy?"

"It is the Cult Leader's Star-Sucking Great Art!"

"He learned it."

The people of the Sun Moon Holy Cult cried out in shock.

On the sedan chair, Ren Yingying's face had already turned pale with fright.

She was too familiar with the scene before her; that was precisely Ren Woxing's Star-Sucking Great Art!

"You!"

"You..."

"Correct, it is indeed the Star-Sucking Great Art."

"Not only did I kill Ren Woxing at Meizhuang, I also obtained the Star-Sucking Great Art."

The Sun Moon Holy Cult and the heroes of the pugilistic world all changed color.

With peerless sword technique added to the evil Star-Sucking Great Art, who else could stop Lu Li? The war of attrition Jia Bu spoke of just now seems so ridiculous now!

Ren Yingying collapsed onto the ground and gave a miserable smile.

"Lu Li, you have won.

I previously wanted to tame you, but looking at it now, a person like you cannot be subdued.

I have lost completely..."

Ren Yingying admitted defeat entirely; from then on, she restrained the various factions and never again caused trouble for Huashan.

She spent the rest of her life away from the pugilistic world, keeping company only with green lamps and ancient Buddhas.

The members of the Sun Moon Holy Cult slowly lowered their heads; Ren Yingying held the highest status after Dongfang Bubai, and even Yang Lianting and Dongfang Bubai were very respectful toward her.

Since she had already bowed her head and submitted, the others naturally had no choice but to comply.

To think how rampant the Sun Moon Holy Cult once was, yet now they were forced to bow their heads by a single person!

Lu Li's gaze swept across the gathered heroes, who all lowered their heads one after another, none daring to meet his eyes.

Lu Li's long sword finally returned slowly to its scabbard.

"Everyone move aside, I still have to go to Songshan to pay my respects with the sword."

"Clean the ground while you're at it; don't pollute the environment."

Lu Li's tone was light and breezy, and Lu Li's footsteps were calm and unhurried.

This earth-shattering slaughter seemed to have nothing to do with him; he was only thinking about the matter of paying respects with the sword!

Only then did the crowd suddenly remember that everything today was not instigated by Lu Li, but was brought upon themselves by the Sun Moon Holy Cult and the gathered heroes.

Lu Li had no original intention to contend, but the flames of war rose on all sides.

So he personally cut down a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, carving out a path.

After a long while, someone finally recovered from the shock and said in a daze, "He said, he is going to Songshan?"