Chapter 135: Who Is Competing with You? I Just Want You Dead

Unlike many past opponents who knew nothing of Lu Xingzhou's methods, the current civil war within the Nether Hall has left both sides thoroughly familiar with each other.

The instant the sword struck, information about Lu Xingzhou flashed through Ye Wufeng's mind.

When he left the Nether Hall, he was at the upper stage of the seventh grade, and due to his broken leg causing blocked meridians, he had been stuck there for a long time, never able to break through the barrier of the middle three grades.

After leaving, he must have gained some kind of fortune... he still sits in a wheelchair, and his perception of his legs still feels inhuman; it seems he hasn't been cured, yet the barrier has been broken. This morning, when rescuing Sheng Yuanyao, it was made clear that this was the result of reaching the upper stage of the sixth grade and exerting his full power.

Upper stage of the sixth grade, cultivating both the Dao and Martial Arts.

His Martial Arts are the assassination techniques of the Nether Hall; due to his physical limitations, they lean more toward the path of hidden weapons, such as bone-embedded nails and ox-hair needles, and even the wheelchair is equipped with a Rain of Pearls Needle, making him a master of surprise attacks.

His Dao cultivation is that of a Yin Ghost type evil cultivator, practicing the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, yet shamelessly calling it the Human Emperor Banner. He masters many techniques but uses them rarely; most of the time he relies on talismans, after all, his time in the Nether Hall made him wealthy and extravagant, forming the habit of using talismans like water, which is hard to change.

His magical treasures are mainly integrated into the wheelchair; perhaps after the destruction of the Incense Pavilion, he acquired some unknown treasures, but they should not be strong.

Furthermore, his understanding of formations is very high, and his alchemy skills are excellent.

Taken together, he is indeed a rare talent, but with the hard power of the upper stage of the sixth grade displayed here, and not being a style suited for direct confrontation, as long as he cannot produce a magical treasure beyond expectations, he might not even withstand this single sword strike.

On what grounds does he dare to challenge me to a duel!

As the thought flashed through his mind, the sword light had already reached Lu Xingzhou's face.

A smile flashed in Lu Xingzhou's eyes; suddenly, he reached out and sliced, striking the side of the sword.

A spiral energy of water and fire, completely different from the true qi he had expected, drilled into the meridians like a drill; Ye Wufeng, who had completely misjudged both his cultivation and the nature of his technique, felt a slight numbness in his Hukou, and his sword momentum instantly veered off course.

Fifth grade? The moment the thought occurred to Ye Wufeng, Lu Xingzhou's right hand shot out like lightning, slapping directly at Ye Wufeng's lower abdomen.

"Smack!" Ye Wufeng swiftly drew out his left palm, and they crashed together with a bang.

That spiral energy changed again, becoming a mutual explosion where water and fire interacted; a violent explosion roared, and the lake water not far away seemed to have been hit by countless massive boulders, sending spray flying.

Although the power was boosted to the fifth grade plus the nuclear explosion might of the Taiji Tian Gang, Lu Xingzhou still could not withstand the force of Ye Wufeng's palm; the wheelchair was pushed backward, and the Yin-Yang grinding within his body rapidly dissipated the invading force.

At the same time, the wheelchair armrests opened, and the Rain of Pearls Needle fired a full burst at Ye Wufeng's face to stop his pursuit.

Ye Wufeng hadn't even thought of this... although he held the upper hand, it was merely the upper hand.

He had thought that knowing himself and the enemy was the case, but it was a complete illusion; Ye Wufeng realized he knew nothing about the current Lu Xingzhou, as if he had become a completely new person.

The imagined scene of a single strike killing the opponent simply did not exist; although Lu Xingzhou was pushed back by the impact and his blood qi was momentarily not flowing smoothly, the Rain of Pearls Needle had already rushed to his face.

Ye Wufeng swiftly twisted his body to dodge, hearing the faint sound of wind behind him.

The intuition of a top assassin made him twist and flash again; A'nuo silently slipped past him.

"Lu Xingzhou! I said a duel, yet the Ghost Child is still sneaking around!"

"Why do you believe whatever Master says? After so many years, how are you still so stupid?"

Ye Wufeng was so angry he nearly vomited blood; he had thought Lu Xingzhou put on this show tonight just to display his strength before a "rival for love," but he never expected this scoundrel to have no shame at all!

Of course, he didn't need shame... because Lu Xingzhou didn't consider him a rival for love at all; who the hell is engaging in male competition here?

He was merely an enemy who had almost killed Melon Sister... the moment he was lured out, all Lu Xingzhou wanted was his death!

Realizing her sneak attack had failed, A'nuo knew she no longer needed to hide; her small hand waved, pulling out a large flatbread, and as she slipped past, she slapped it down over his head.

Ye Wufeng flashed his body again, and at the same time instinctively thrust his sword backward at A'nuo's ribs.

The result was that the sword blade trembled and suddenly refused to obey; Ye Wufeng barely controlled it, nearly getting slapped solid, and had to clumsily dodge away, his left shoulder already taking a hit.

When did the Ghost Child reach the fourth grade... and what in the world is this strange flatbread?

The sound of wind whistled from behind.

Ye Wufeng urgently shifted his position and turned to look; Lu Xingzhou had somehow left the wheelchair at some point, leaping into mid-air, and was now slapping both palms toward his waist.

With A'nuo still waving the flatbread wildly in front, Ye Wufeng slammed his left palm onto the surface of the bread, while simultaneously thrusting his sword backward with his other hand straight into Lu Xingzhou's palm.

"Bang!" A terrifying force pressed down from the bread; Ye Wufeng felt as if he had slammed into a mountain; the bread didn't move an inch, but his hand was shaken until it ached.

What kind of ghost strength is this? Who exactly is the one fighting above their grade? Ye Wufeng felt as if he had fallen into a dream.

After being slapped like that, the momentum of his right hand thrusting at Lu Xingzhou softened; Lu Xingzhou slapped the side of the sword away, used the air to gain leverage, and executed a very dashing flying kick straight at Ye Wufeng's cheek.

"???"

A cripple is kicking people?

Ye Wufeng never imagined such a scene; he blocked with his hand in extreme haste, and with a "Boom," the spot where the block met ignited, sending scorching flames straight at his face, burning his hair to a crisp.

Pei Chuyun, watching from afar while eating melon, sniffed, and forgotten memories flashed through her mind again.

But this block did indeed deflect Lu Xingzhou's side kick; Lu Xingzhou spun slightly and unleashed a series of kicks with his other foot.

A'nuo's flatbread arrived at his forehead once more.

After just a few rounds of exchange, Ye Wufeng truly felt a sense of mental and physical exhaustion; to put it plainly, his nature was such that once trapped in a siege and a bitter battle, his first choice was always to flee a thousand li away; he was not the type to grow more courageous the harder he fought.

Having been beaten to this state, Ye Wufeng already had the intention to leave.

He no longer tried to block A'nuo's flatbread directly; he twisted his body to dodge, while simultaneously slicing his sword at Lu Xingzhou's kicking leg.

If Lu Xingzhou retracted his leg, he could seamlessly use the momentum to thrust both himself and his sword forward and escape.

Instead, Lu Xingzhou neither dodged nor avoided; that leg stood straight up and met the sword.

To Ye Wufeng's surprise, this leg was completely opposite to the previous explosion; when the sword cut into it, ripples of light rose on the leg, gentle waves rippling, and the long sword seemed to be cutting into water, facing heavy obstruction.

With just this one misjudgment, the sword momentum was blocked, and A'nuo's flatbread, which had missed its target, sliced horizontally over and "Bang" smashed into his side of the chest.

Ye Wufeng spat out a mouthful of fresh blood; his body flashed again, using some unknown escape technique, seemingly teleporting out of the master and disciple's siege, and then turned into a streak of light fleeing far away.

His coughing voice came from the air: "Lu Xingzhou, your concealment... I know it all... next time we meet, it will be your death... pfft..."

Before the words finished, a figure suddenly appeared in the direction of his escape; doing nothing, he simply opened a mirror treasure to block the path.

Pei Chuyun didn't need to do anything; she simply used a teleportation treasure to flash onto Ye Wufeng's escape path. This sudden appearance, as if created from nothing, meant Ye Wufeng, rushing at high speed, couldn't stop his momentum; "Bang," he crashed headfirst into the mirror, nearly breaking his bones.

The mirror was secretly given to her by Lu Xingzhou when he rubbed her hand and signaled her to watch the fight... no matter who investigated, there wasn't a single trace of the Maiden's Profound Art on Ye Wufeng; it was all Lu Xingzhou's...

Blocked by her, Lu Xingzhou and his disciple had already caught up: "Regarding escape techniques, you, Ye Wufeng, have never been the most thorny one I've seen; rather, it is this little maid of mine who I caught only after three attempts."

Pei Chuyun's face turned red as she spat "Pah!"

Countless streaks of light flashed in the distance; it was the Demon Suppression Bureau who had finally found this place. From far away, they saw the scene of Ye Wufeng falling from mid-air for some unknown reason, while A'nuo and Lu Xingzhou shot toward him. A'nuo was faster than Lu Xingzhou; with a "Bang," a large flatbread slapped Ye Wufeng like a ball, sending him flying toward his master.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Bureau shuddered, looking at Ye Wufeng's blood spraying across the sky, feeling that this single strike had turned him into minced meat...

Lu Xingzhou immediately followed up, his double palms slamming into Ye Wufeng's chest with a bang.

Ye Wufeng offered no resistance at all; with a "crack," his chest bones shattered, and he fell toward the lake like a broken kite.

Experienced experts of the Demon Suppression Bureau had already seen that this palm strike had blasted Ye Wufeng's heart to pieces, not even allowing him to leave a last word, utterly ruthless.

Using the force of this strike, Lu Xingzhou flipped and drifted back; a wheelchair floated up leisurely to meet him, and he sat back down directly, extremely dashing.

For a moment, all fleeing lights stopped, and everyone stared blankly at Ye Wufeng's falling form.

Just this afternoon, the number one newcomer was considered to have an overwhelming oppressive presence; in the blink of an eye, by nightfall, he fell from the sky like a piece of tattered cloth, without even a last word.

The one who killed him was merely a alchemist heading to the capital for enrollment, and his little attendant.

The Demon Suppression Bureau remained brightly lit through the night.

Sheng Qingfeng paced back and forth inside the hall, asking every few moments: "Is there any news of Lu Xingzhou?"

News of Ye Wufeng was no longer important; what mattered was that Lu Xingzhou, that son of a bitch, had shaken off the Demon Suppression Bureau's protection and gone off wandering on his own.

If he died somewhere, he dared not think how his daughter would make a scene, nor did he dare think whether the Demon Suppression Bureau's reputation would survive.

He couldn't understand what heroics the dead cripple was trying to pull; clearly knowing assassins were out to harm him, why did he insist on shaking off the Demon Suppression Bureau's protection!

"Deputy Commander, do not worry; according to Prefect Meng, Lu Xingzhou is still very formidable..."

"Formidable? More formidable than the seventh-ranked newcomer, Chu Qingchen? That was Ye Wufeng! Chu Qingchen didn't last a single move! Young people truly know nothing!"

The subordinate dared not make a sound.

Is this really the attitude of a son-in-law?

In truth, whether he was a son-in-law or not, Sheng Qingfeng was unwilling to have the Phoenix Princess's right-hand man meet disaster under his very nose, let alone consider his daughter's reaction.

Sheng Qingfeng paced anxiously: "How is the news on Ye Wufeng? Is there any feedback from the Yanluo Hall hideout?"

"No..."

"Damn it..."

"Report!" A subordinate rushed in from outside: "There is news!"

Sheng Qingfeng stopped pacing and hurriedly asked: "Whose news? Lu Xingzhou's or Ye Wufeng's?"

"Both, both." The subordinate panted a few times, his expression very complex: "Just now... Lu Xingzhou beheaded Ye Wufeng at Qingyao Garden."

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