Chapter 330

The ten men in black standing on the platform collectively had their auras turn cold, and their heads, wrapped in black cloth, all appeared to have varying degrees of vertical height and swelling, making their figures appear very uncoordinated at this moment.

In the main hall of the Guanjiang Shou Old Temple, the yellow-bearded man had veins popping, his eyes turned red, and his fists clenched, his knuckles cracking.

The long-haired youth didn't seem very angry, but those eyes still sank, having a kind of shame and anger after being peeled of his new skin to reveal rotten flesh.

The Yu family had long been turned against by the monster beasts raised by the family.

Back in Lijiang, the Yu family eldest miss, Yu Miaomiao, whom Li Li Zhuiyuan came into contact with, was essentially a cat demon.

Later in Dujiangyan, the Yu family also sent people.

Li Li Zhuiyuan still remembered the special styling of that group of people; it should be the same as the ten men in black in front of him now—they were Yu family members, but they were completely controlled, and what was on their heads were monster beasts.

What was funny was that the monster beasts had taken over and enslaved the humans, but in their perspective, they were still the Yu family and still considered themselves the Long Wang Sect.

But they also knew in their own hearts that this jianghu couldn't accommodate them, so they used the Long Wang Yu signboard while still doing ghost-like things.

Li Li Zhuiyuan letting Lu Runsheng send out this response was equivalent to completely tearing off this layer of skin.

"Looking for death!"

The ten men in black rushed toward Lu Runsheng, switching midway; five attacked Lu Runsheng, and five went around to the back, intending to attack Li Li Zhuiyuan.

Lu Runsheng pounded his Yellow River shovel toward his front with all his might, and the vibrating air wave pulled out a barrier, blocking the five men in black who were attempting to go around.

As for the five in front, Lu Runsheng swung his fists and took the initiative to rush out; under the pressure of the powerful momentum, those five men in black didn't dare to collide head-on at all and retreated one after another.

Lu Runsheng didn't pursue, took a step back, reached out, pulled out the Yellow River shovel, and held it horizontally in front of him.

Those ten people on the other side wouldn't be taken seriously by the current Lu Runsheng if they were alone, but they had varied methods and agile figures; if he wasn't careful, they could really break through his interception and hurt Xiaoyuan.

With this concern, Lu Runsheng couldn't fully let go and fight.

The other side should have discovered this point too, spreading their formation further and setting up a posture specifically targeting the young man behind him.

The disadvantage of an incomplete team was manifested at this moment.

In the past, Tan Tan Wenbin was always placed in the back, observing the changes in the surroundings while protecting Xiaoyuan, and then there was Lin Shu who could attack and retreat, so Lu Runsheng could fight to his heart's content in the front row.

But this kind of problem wasn't unsolvable.

This time going up the mountain, Li Li Zhuiyuan only had Lu Runsheng by his side, but this didn't mean he only had two people.

The young man waved his right hand lightly, and among the stone statues all around, all the beast statues came to life and pounced on the ten men in black.

But these stone statues were originally taken to assess the young man's Jitong, so they couldn't be too powerful; after a few simple rounds, they were all smashed into rubble and lay on the ground.

However, they bought Li Li Zhuiyuan some time.

"Lu Runsheng, offering table."

Lu Runsheng patted the backpack behind him with his left hand, and the simple small offering table popped out, spinning and landing steadily with its four legs supported.

Then he pulled a thin rope, and the plastic seals on the grooves of the small offering table were torn open in succession, revealing all the offerings.

Even the caps on the two candles were torn off, and the materials attached to them ignited spontaneously upon contact with fresh air, and the candle flames rose.

Since Lu Runsheng liked to go to the river alone to set up offering tables and burn paper when he had nothing to do, Li Li Zhuiyuan had further improved this simple small offering table, making the formalized things even more formalized.

The young man took out a scroll, raised it, shook his wrist downward, and the scroll fell.

The Bodhisattva in the painting had a solemn appearance, compassionate and merciful.

Currently, this version of the Bodhisattva was already being promoted by Lin Shu's side.

Li Li Zhuiyuan operated the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra" and used the "Liu Family Dragon-Watching Method" to create a Bodhisattva aura.

His fingers loosened, and this Bodhisattva scroll remained in a floating posture without falling.

The Bodhisattva in the painting showed some movement, as if it had truly manifested.

Of course, the one manifesting here definitely wasn't the real Bodhisattva, but Sun Baishen.

Li Li Zhuiyuan spread his right palm, and blood mist filled the air above; the young man used his left index finger as a pen, dipped it in the blood from his right hand, and drew a seal in front of him.

Every time a seal was drawn, the middle, ring, and little fingers of his left hand were placed side by side and pushed forward, and this seal flew out on its own, hitting a stone statue on the platform.

Li Li Zhuiyuan drew very fast and flicked very fast.

Everything was ready.

The young man's right palm condensed a formation flag from blood mist, with a dragon spirit entwined.

The formation flag was raised, and Li Li Zhuiyuan's gaze looked toward the old temple in the distance.

No request, no persuasion, not even a summoning.

The young man just said in a deep voice:

"No waiting past the time."

This was a warning.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz..."

Rays of light flew out from the old temple, hitting these stone statues that had been marked with seals at an extremely fast speed.

There were too many rays of light and too few stone statues, frequently appearing as two rays of light fighting to enter a stone statue, with the latter being squeezed out because it was half a beat slow.

When all the stone statues "came to life," there were still many rays of light that hadn't managed to grab a spot, anxiously circling above.

The Bodhisattva painting drifted behind the young man, draping a layer of faint golden halo over the young man, adding orthodoxy to him.

Li Li Zhuiyuan pointed the formation flag toward the men in black in front:

"Bodhisattva's decree: 'Execute and kill the invading evil spirits.'"

All the stone statues became solemn at the same time, and in the dark, a neat response came:

"Obey the decree!"

"Obey the decree!"

And then, they collectively roared and rushed toward those men in black.

The stone statues originally only used to assess young Jitong increased their combat power greatly after being occupied by Yin Gods; the men in black didn't dare to be the least bit negligent when facing them, and they were soon locked in a fierce battle.

The clothes of many men in black tore during the battle, and sure enough, there was an animal lying on top of their heads.

Even though Li Li Zhuiyuan's emotions were indifferent, he still felt disgusted every time he saw this combination.

"Lu Runsheng, let's go."

Lu Runsheng didn't join the battle but opened the way in front, leading Li Li Zhuiyuan to continue forward.

On the way to the main hall of the old temple, men in black constantly appeared from the front to intercept.

But there were several platforms here, and there was no shortage of stone statues; the young man only needed to continue hitting blood seals into the stone statues, and there would be Yin Gods who hadn't made it in time earlier fighting to enter.

All the men in black who attempted to intercept were blocked.

Lu Runsheng only needed to be slightly vigilant about the surroundings, and then, almost unimpeded, he protected Xiaoyuan and arrived in front of the main hall.

Inside the main hall, the long-haired youth was roaring:

"Why, why, why!"

The long-haired youth could understand the resistance of these Yin Gods toward him earlier; he felt this was very normal, a kind of affectation that had to go through a process, and he only needed to wait quietly for a period of time, and these Yin Gods would naturally know the current affairs and bow their arrogant heads to him.

But the young man walked all the way here, and one after another, Yin Gods flew out from the statues to help; this heaven-and-earth difference in treatment made the long-haired youth's emotions completely collapse.

He truly didn't understand; they were both surrendering, so why did this bunch of Yin Gods put on airs in front of him, yet couldn't wait to kneel toward that young man.

"On what basis, on what basis!"

When Li Li Zhuiyuan appeared outside the main hall and was seen by the long-haired youth, he first couldn't believe it, then grabbed his hair hard with both hands and shouted desperately:

"He killed so many Yin Gods, here half of the extinguished lamps and cracked stone statues are all his doing, how can you still go and rely on him, he is your enemy!"

The yellow-bearded man stepped out of the threshold, his gaze fixed on Lu Runsheng.

Compared to the emotionally collapsing long-haired youth, he appeared much calmer; although his eyes were still filled with red anger, he could still nod slightly to Lu Runsheng:

"Truly, a very good physique."

Lu Runsheng looked at him coldly.

Back in Lijiang, an ape had also evaluated him like this, but he wasn't that ape's opponent at that time; the current him was different.

The yellow-bearded man opened his mouth and let out a lion's roar; Lu Runsheng opened his air gate and used air waves to offset it.

This was the signal for both sides to officially engage; the yellow-bearded man took a step out, like a lion entering the forest.

Li Li Zhuiyuan pushed Lu Runsheng lightly on the back, signaling Lu Runsheng that he could fight to his heart's content.

Lu Runsheng let out a low shout and greeted him.

After the two sides collided, they exchanged moves quickly.

This was the yellow-bearded man's consistent fighting style; as a monster beast, what he was most proud of was his physique; he was confident that a normal person simply couldn't compete with him in close quarters.

But today, he was facing Lu Runsheng, a person who wasn't like a person to begin with.

"Bang!"

Lu Runsheng used a shovel to break the opponent's fist attack, turned sideways, pulled closer, and raised his elbow.

"Crack!"

The sound of bone cracking came out; the yellow-bearded man was hit in the chin by Lu Runsheng, and his whole body flew backward.

A look of disappointment appeared in Lu Runsheng's eyes.

The opponents encountered while walking the rivers were, after all, different from those under the river.

In the past, during the first exchange, Lu Runsheng would evaluate the degree to which he was sent flying, and then brew and arrange the accumulation of momentum to win by outlasting the opponent with the endurance of the "Qin Family Dragon-Watching Method."

But the one in front of him had a big stance, just now he even gave himself a compliment, but as a result, the first round of exchange not only didn't send himself flying, but he was sent flying instead.

Just this much weight?

Lu Runsheng stuck the Yellow River shovel into the floor tiles beside him and tapped his fists together in front of his chest.

Facing this kind of goods, he didn't even bother to use a weapon.

He was afraid that before he could fight enough, he would be shaved away by his own shovel.

He wasn't arrogant, but Xiaoyuan had clearly let him fight to his heart's content just now, and he trusted Xiaoyuan's judgment.

The yellow-bearded man climbed up and raised his hand to push his dislocated chin back.

His breathing began to become heavy, and while the red in his eyes became increasingly bloodshot, golden hair constantly grew on his body, and the teeth in his mouth became longer and longer, with several fangs turning outside his lips.

"Roar!"

Under the lion's roar, he launched a charge toward Lu Runsheng again.

Lu Runsheng lowered his center of gravity and reached out with both hands.

"Boom!"

Such a fierce charge was blocked by Lu Runsheng with his bare hands.

Lu Runsheng's feet slid on the ground; the force and momentum of both sides were truly terrifying, and the hiking boots on Lu Runsheng's feet soon burst and exploded, with white smoke rising from the remaining fragments.

This made Lu Runsheng frown.

He regretted it; he should have taken his shoes off in advance.

These hiking boots were custom-made and expensive; it could be said that before meeting Xiaoyuan, all the shoes he had worn since he was small added together weren't enough to buy this one.

It was just that in the past, during team battles, this kind of pure stalemate close-quarters combat scene rarely appeared, because if Lin Shu and the others had this opportunity, they would definitely have gone up, and they wouldn't have let Lu Runsheng "tug-of-war" here.

The destroyed shoes made the anger in Lu Runsheng's heart rise.

When he sensed the momentum on the opponent's body weaken, Lu Runsheng took a step forward, the waists and legs of both sides fiercely collided, Lu Runsheng gained the advantage, and then pressed down with both arms, hugging the opponent.

"Ah!"

With a loud shout, Lu Runsheng lifted the yellow-bearded man up on the spot.

The yellow-bearded man finally revealed panic; in a contest of strength, whichever side was lifted like this meant they weren't on the same level in terms of strength.

Lu Runsheng raised his knee, intending to smash the opponent against his knee.

The hair on the yellow-bearded man's body immediately became hard and sharp, like golden steel needles shooting out.

Lu Runsheng frowned, changed his strategy, threw the opponent up, and threw a punch.

"Bang!"

The yellow-bearded man was hit, landed, bounced up, landed, bounced up...

On the square in front of the main hall, several pits were smashed out of him, creating large areas of cracking.

"Uh..."

The yellow-bearded man was covered in blood, shaking as he stood up.

Lu Runsheng's air gate first closed, and while accumulating momentum, the muscles on his body tightened; immediately, all the thorns on his body flew out, leaving only small red dots on his skin.

Conversely, over at the yellow-bearded man's side, releasing the hair on his body was actually a helpless move of killing eight hundred and damaging one thousand, and looking at it, the opponent might have only been hurt by eighty.

One bloody hole after another made his physique riddled with holes; the yellow-bearded man simply went on all fours, raised his head, like a lion that had been seriously injured, and while moving horizontally, he re-evaluated this terrifying opponent in front of him.

Lu Runsheng didn't intend to mess around with him; he first clenched his fists, rushed up with an arrow step, and swung his fists to smash.

The yellow-bearded man dodged.

Lu Runsheng took another arrow step and smashed again.

The yellow-bearded man dodged again.

But knowing clearly that he couldn't smash him, Lu Runsheng didn't change his strategy and continued to smash.

The yellow-bearded man was initially wary of Lu Runsheng's terrifying physique and didn't dare to collide head-on anymore, and then seeing that the opponent was hitting dully, he thought he had found a new opportunity.

Thinking of relying on dodging to wear down the opponent's energy, and waiting for the opponent's strength to drop and change breath, he would look for an opportunity to sneak attack.

But the yellow-bearded man immediately discovered something in astonishment, which was that although Lu Runsheng's moves hadn't changed, his speed was getting faster each time, and the sonic boom caused by the fists he threw was also becoming more and more terrifying.

At first, the yellow-bearded man could still dodge easily, and even that punch could barely be taken, but now, not only was it becoming harder and harder to dodge, but this fist power was also something he didn't dare to touch anymore.

It could only be said that the Yu family wasn't the real Yu family anymore.

The river-walkers of each Long Wang Sect lineage had fought for generations, so they were naturally incomparably familiar with the methods and characteristics of other lineages.

If the real Yu family members were here, it would be absolutely impossible to be naive enough to avoid the sharpness of the Qin family and compete with the Qin family for late-stage opportunities.

Lu Runsheng was fighting very comfortably now; although every punch missed, layers of momentum had been successfully stacked; in the past when fighting, he really hadn't had such a leisurely opportunity to accumulate momentum.

Finally, that critical point appeared.

Lu Runsheng's speed increased to a degree that the yellow-bearded man couldn't dodge, and a punch fiercely smashed into his chest.

"Boom!"

Blood mixed with minced meat splashed, and the yellow-bearded man was hit and flew out, a large hole broken in his chest, hit with a penetration.

The lion's tail stretched out from between his legs, and the whiskers on his face also slowly pulled to both sides; his mouth was full of blood, wanting to make a sound but unable to, and he couldn't even stand up anymore, only letting his broken body twitch meaninglessly on the floor tiles.

Lu Runsheng walked to the man and stared at him carefully, his nose also sniffing constantly.

The man revealed despair and fear, not only because he had been completely defeated, but because as a lion, he had always used this gaze to look at food, and this time it was someone else's turn to use this gaze to look at him.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

Spitting out blood, the man used his remaining strength to make his voice as clear as possible:

"I am... Yu family... you can't... can't eat me..."

Lu Runsheng glanced at him, then his gaze continued to slide down to his body, looking for parts suitable for cooking.

"I am... Dragon King... Dragon King family... you can't..."

"Slap!"

Lu Runsheng's bare foot crushed the man's head.

A lion isn't a monkey; no need to keep the head.

As for the man's "threat" before he died, it had no effect at all here in Lu Runsheng.

The Long Wang Sect was enough to make people feel intimidated in other parts of the jianghu, but here, they didn't have that effect.

It was just that after stepping on it, Lu Runsheng regretted it a bit, so he had to keep rubbing his soles on the floor tiles to get rid of these dirty red and white filth.

While Lu Runsheng was wrestling and fighting with that yellow-bearded man, Li Li Zhuiyuan wasn't idle either.

The long-haired youth almost burst into tears; he asked these statues, but the statues didn't give him an answer; finally, he even questioned Li Li Zhuiyuan:

"You tell me, why is this, why!"

Li Li Zhuiyuan knew why, but it wasn't convenient for him to say it here.

Since he had already raised the banner of "righteousness," both sides had a step to go down, so there was no need to throw the faces of this group of Yin Gods on the ground and trample on them at this time.

Besides getting his own soles dirty... there was no other benefit.

That's right, at Fengdu Ghost Street, it was his own hosting of the interception that caused nearly half of the Guanjiang Shou Yin Gods to fall.

But that dispute didn't involve personal grudges.

To put it vulgarly, it was the top bosses of both sides fighting, and the people under their command were each serving their own masters.

Li Li Zhuiyuan had sent many Yin Gods to their deaths; if it weren't for Lin Shu and the White Crane Boy deliberately letting water go and fighting a tacit battle with the Zeng and Sun Generals, the number of Yin Gods who fell that night would have been even greater.

But what did this have to do with the Yin Gods who survived?

Fallen gods are like dead people; they won't speak again.

Naturally, there was no noise.

The surviving Yin Gods might even have to thank Li Li Zhuiyuan for not trying to kill them all back then.

Besides, even the Bodhisattva had fallen into Fengdu; with the boss above gone, who would have the heart to seek justice and revenge for the fallen colleagues?

At the moment, the most important thing was naturally to find a new way out.

The true identity of the long-haired youth was Di Ting. ===== CHAPTER 331 =====