Chapter 108: The Little Demoness Hunts Lu Xingzhou Three Times

Even without outsiders watching, Huo Lu might not have been able to withstand this provocation.

No matter how much he showed grace on his face, or how much he told the Infant Ghost that "the seventh brother is somewhat strange," his heart could never truly value a crippled sixth-grade cultivator. Moreover, this was "Huo Shang," who had been bullied to death from childhood; he had never looked up to him from the bottom of his heart.

Otherwise, he should have said "not what he used to be," not "somewhat strange." Huo Lu had never been willing to admit that Huo Shang could possibly grow strong enough to threaten him.

Such a piece of trash actually dared to provoke him on the street, life or death not considered?

Huo Lu almost laughed in anger: "Very good, very good... I never thought the trash who once knelt at his elder brother's feet begging for mercy would have such a tough day."

Lu Xingzhou chuckled helplessly: "It seems Fourth Brother only has some expertise when bullying children."

Huo Lu's face turned completely grim. Too lazy to waste more words, his figure flashed and he was already before Lu Xingzhou, slashing his throat with a very graceful sword strike.

This time, under the gaze of all, Lu Xingzhou no longer used the套路 of the Human Emperor Banner. He retracted all demonic cultivation methods and simply extended a finger to flick.

His finger accurately flicked the side of the sword, deflecting the tip. Lu Xingzhou's other hand shot out like lightning, aiming straight for Huo Lu's lower abdomen.

Huo Lu twisted his body, stabbing again from Lu Xingzhou's side, taking advantage of his immobility.

The onlookers were somewhat surprised.

Lu Xingzhou's displayed strength was mid-sixth grade, while Huo Lu was roughly mid-fifth grade, a difference of exactly one grade. On the surface, fighting evenly despite a one-grade gap is not rare, but such things usually only happen between famous sects and ordinary cultivators.

Techniques and methods learned by famous sects are far superior to those of ordinary people; fighting across grades is normal.

But now, the Huo family is a first-grade famous sect, while Lu Xingzhou is just some unknown rogue who only joined the Tianxing Sword Sect a few months ago.

Yet it was Huo Lu who was fought to a draw while being outclassed in grade... and he still had to bully the cripple, playing a game of hit-and-run...

Just this matter spreading would have already cost the Huo family most of its face.

Huo Lu's old face turned bright red with suppressed anger. How could he not know this was shameful? But he simply could not understand how Lu Xingzhou's strange qi energy could be so strong. A mere flick of the finger felt like a spiral drill boring inward, burning and scouring the meridians simultaneously, incredibly bizarre, nearly making him drop his sword.

If it had been a straightforward, foolish frontal clash, he might have truly lost to this cripple.

But under the hit-and-run tactics, Lu Xingzhou showed no sign of panic. His wheelchair turned slightly on its own, his fingers flicking left and right. No matter where the sword strike came from, he remained immovable, easily neutralizing it. His calm demeanor only made Huo Lu, who darted back and forth, look like a clown; the longer the fight went on, the uglier the scene became.

He was deliberately slapping the Huo family's face! Huo Lu suddenly realized this, his expression extremely ugly.

"Why isn't Fourth Brother jumping left and right like a monkey anymore?" Lu Xingzhou spoke leisurely: "Sixth Brother already made me feel like trash. Does the Huo family in the capital do nothing but fight roosters, race horses, drink, and whore all day, neglecting proper business?"

Huo Lu was so angry he was about to explode. Blazing, dazzling light erupted from the sword tip, power overflowing, looking like a ultimate move.

"Yo. The Huo family's Sky-Splitting Sword... I suggest changing the name. Since we all share the surname Huo, how about 'Nian Dong Sword'? It might bring unexpected surprises."

"Boom!" Terrifying sword energy crushed over the wheelchair. Flying stones scattered in all directions, dust filling the sky.

Amidst the dust, the wheelchair remained unchanged. Lu Xingzhou didn't even break the skin. At this moment, with vision chaotic, the onlookers' strength was barely enough to see what Lu Xingzhou had just done... Pei Chuyun, watching secretly, saw clearly: Lu Xingzhou had simply summoned a mirror, slightly deflecting the treasure, causing the sword energy to miss him by a hair's breadth.

Pei Chuyun shook her head. She didn't know how Huo Yu was, but actually, Huo Lu wasn't very bad. Perhaps he wasted some time in his youth, resulting in mediocre cultivation, but his foundation was solid. Such combat ability would make him a core member even in the Nv Hehuan Sect, not a weakling.

An ordinary fifth-grade cultivator couldn't withstand this move, Nian Dong... oh no, Sky-Splitting Sword.

It was Lu Xingzhou himself who was terrifyingly strong. His cultivation method, for some reason, had not only high quality but also bizarre fusion reactions, making it very hard to defend against. Anyone fighting him for the first time would find it particularly unbearable. Furthermore, he was a Dao cultivator, secretly deploying various treasures, talismans, and spells. Huo Lu's jumping around like a monkey was mainly thanks to these hidden techniques. Those who didn't truly face Lu Xingzhou would find it hard to understand how disgusting it was.

As for combat experience, no matter how much Lu Xingzhou acted as a mastermind, he came from a killer organization; his Soul Banner already held a thousand souls... How many life-or-death battles had Huo Lu fought in his life?

In a one-on-one, Huo Lu was truly no match for Lu Xingzhou.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Huo Lu, his face iron-green, unleashed another ultimate move.

Countless sword lights darted and crisscrossed from every direction, flashing and shifting, their real and illusory forms impossible to predict.

"Fourth Brother held back for so long just for this?" Lu Xingzhou almost laughed out loud. He simply did nothing, deploying a light shield around his wheelchair. "Ding ding dang dang" a series of crisp sounds rang out. Amidst the smoke and dust, the wheelchair remained.

Pei Chuyun: "..."

Can you stop pretending? Your broken wheelchair's defense is very strong; I couldn't even break it. Once this shield is deployed, it can't be used again for at least half an incense stick. Don't make it look like you're casually blocking it, okay?

"It seems Fourth Brother's attacks end here. Truly disappointing." Lu Xingzhou chuckled: "Then it's my turn, little brother?"

Huo Lu had just unleashed two rounds of ultimate moves and was stepping back slightly to regulate his breath when he saw Lu Xingzhou rub his hands together. Three or four talismans fanned out like playing cards and ignited simultaneously.

Huo Lu: "..."

Talismans can be played like this?

The next moment, thunder, fire seas, and freezing ice, plus a slow spell, erupted simultaneously on Huo Lu. The visual effects were incredibly gorgeous, the scene chaotic.

Huo Lu also summoned a jade pendant treasure to block the assault of these composite spells, but his heart stirred slightly.

In this chaotic scene, most of the surrounding onlookers couldn't see what was happening in the arena... This was an opportunity.

A command was secretly transmitted. A shadow appeared silently behind Lu Xingzhou, a sword slicing toward the back of his neck exposed by the wheelchair's backrest.

Huo Lu burst out from the thunder and flames, attacking Lu Xingzhou's chest fiercely again with a sword strike.

Pei Chuyun narrowed her eyes.

Outsiders didn't know Huo Lu had a lurking shadow with him. Pei Chuyun was somewhat surprised. Could it be that even this chaos was deliberately created by Lu Xingzhou, just to draw out the shadow?

At the exact moment the shadow appeared, A'Nuo, who had been squatting in the corner eating melons and watching the fight, also moved, swift as a ghost.

Before the shadow's sword reached Lu Xingzhou's neck, A'Nuo's fist was faster, already smashing into his back.

At the same time, Lu Xingzhou changed tactics. No longer flicking the side of the sword to deflect attacks, he suddenly gathered fist energy and struck out fiercely.

Red and blue qi flashed across his fist. Pei Chuyun knew this was an ultimate move capable of shattering even the Infant Ghost's fourth-grade treasure!

Taiji Tiangang!

"Boom!" Sword energy and fist power collided violently, triggering an earth-shattering explosion.

In the center of the explosion, Lu Xingzhou silently kicked out a leg.

Huo Lu: "???"

"Bang!"

"Ah!!!" Huo Lu let out an earth-shattering scream, accompanied by the sound of something shattering.

Pei Chuyun felt phantom pain, her pretty face twitching slightly. Even if Huo Lu couldn't win and could run, after this kick, he probably wouldn't need to run anymore...

But her actions didn't stop. At the same time Lu Xingzhou executed the Yin-Leg, a fragrant wind reached his side, and a jade hand extended from the chaotic visual effects, pressing on his Jianjing acupoint.

Both sides had revealed their trump cards; this was Pei Chuyun's best opportunity to ambush. Missing this strike meant she wouldn't need to consider it again.

"You still came..." Lu Xingzhou's voice carried a somewhat lonely sigh.

The wheelchair shifted sideways automatically by a foot with hair-splitting precision; Pei Chuyun's grab missed, and Ying Shuang, who had been lying in wait, thrust his sword straight at her side of the neck.

Ying Shuang had been squatting there for the damn whole day... The Judge had ordered him not to move regardless of the battle situation, waiting only for the moment Pei Chuyun made her move; he had gone numb from waiting, but finally, it was here...

Pei Chuyun, seeing the black-clad man who had gone to the inn to find Lu Xingzhou, had also prepared a portion for him; with one slender hand she swatted away Ying Shuang's attack, while her right hand flicked, sending the Evil Infant roaring out toward Lu Xingzhou.

But just as Lu Xingzhou's wheelchair shifted sideways, he ignited another talisman.

Hurricane Talisman.

A gale swept through, scouring the scene clean of sand, gravel, embers, and residual energy waves. Countless onlookers among the residents did not see Lu Xingzhou's Scorching Yin Leg; instead, they saw Lu Xingzhou punch Huo Lu back, only to be sandwiched and attacked by a demonic cultivator woman covered in charm arts and demonic techniques, and the Evil Infant.

This means...

Huo Lu is in league with the demonic cultivators?

No wonder he came to take over as the Prefectural Assistant; no wonder Jing Ge would deal with him! He is indeed, just like the previous Prefectural Assistant, colluding with the demonic cultivators!

But what will Lu Xingzhou do, facing the Evil Infant head-on!

Although the Evil Infant's will was controlled by Pei Chuyun, its memories were not entirely lost; the bone-deep hatred it held for Lu Xingzhou was even more unmasked: "Lu Xingzhou! You must die!"

"Smack!" A third-grade Ghost-Driving Talisman was slapped onto Lu Xingzhou's own face.

The Evil Infant hadn't even finished speaking when suddenly a piercing shriek erupted, and it twisted its head to retreat. The Evil Infant, after its body self-destructed, was not a demonic cultivator, but a soul-type!

At the same time, Meng Guan, who was watching the battle, could no longer hold back.

It was not that he was impossible to act against Huo Lu, but rather that he would not sit idly by while the Infant Ghost continued to flee; if the chief culprit escaped, then his merit of trampling Hongfa Temple would be meaningless!

Buddha-light descended from the sky; the Prefect Meng Guan personally struck out once more, blasting toward the Evil Infant.

Pei Chuyun repelled Ying Shuang, then her slender hand struck Lu Xingzhou's Jianjing point again. Lu Xingzhou had performed too many maneuvers; at this moment, he truly could not dodge this strike and could only hastily extend a hand to meet her palm.

Overwhelming energy surged in; the Yin-Yang Mill within Lu Xingzhou's body spun wildly, dissipating the energy, yet ultimately could not exhaust it all, and a trace of blood still oozed from the corner of his mouth.

In the next instant, Ying Shuang's sword and A-Nuo's fist simultaneously blasted toward Pei Chuyun.

Pei Chuyun drew a deep breath; the moment Meng Guan appeared again, she knew the situation was hopeless. Having failed to take down Lu Xingzhou with one strike, she swiftly parried the pincer attack from Ying Shuang and A-Nuo, then immediately activated her teleportation treasure to make her escape.

A-Nuo pulled out a cake.

Magnetic field turbulence oscillated; Pei Chuyun's entire body shifted, but she simply did not teleport away.

With this single miscalculation, Lu Xingzhou's right hand had already brushed against her chest, pinning a vital point: "Three times is the limit... I have been attentive all day, indeed for this night; it is time to continue our karmic connection, Miss A-Lü."

(End of this chapter)