Chapter 425: Your Brain is Waterlogged, Let Me Help You

The white-haired old ruffian had been locked at the bottom of the lake for over a decade, yet instead of his heart becoming as still as water, his temper had only grown more irritable and overbearing.

Never mind a "wench" who didn't look very old; even if Wang Xianzhi of Wudi City were here, he could still curse him as "Old Monster Wang" and then look at him with a sidelong, disdainful glance.

Of course, given Wang Xianzhi's temperament, he likely wouldn't take such a curse to heart and would just laugh it off.

But the person on the sixth floor would not.

Amidst a cold snort, a white light flew from the sixth floor toward the white-haired old ruffian, moving as fast as lightning; the air surged, seemingly turning into flowing water, rippling in circles.

In the blink of an eye, the white light tore through the air for a hundred feet, coming within a mere four or five feet of the white-haired old ruffian.

The white-haired old ruffian chuckled, swung his iron chains, and the bright, snowy blade light, carrying a fierce and irresistible momentum, swept toward the white light like lightning. With the power of this strike, even copper walls and iron bastions would be smashed to pieces.

Clang!

The white light collided with the snowy blade light, emitting a sound like a great bell or chime.

The blade light shattered instantly; the white-haired old ruffian let out a muffled groan, spun and flew back over ten feet, and only stopped after shattering a patch of the hard ground.

Yet that white light did not shatter; instead, it spun around and flew back, its speed having slowed significantly.

With the keen eyesight of Lao Huang, the pavilion servants, and others, they were shocked to discover that the white light was actually a wine cup polished from white jade.

A mere wine cup had actually repelled the white-haired old ruffian's blade head-on, and it didn't even have a single chip.

It was truly inconceivable.

While the wine cup was still in mid-air, it was caught by a hand even more fair and flawless than the white jade.

Yu Liancheng appeared in black robes, stepping on the moonlight as he arrived.

He held the wine cup in one hand and a white jade wine pot in the other; his black robes fluttered, and bathed in the moonlight, his entire being was filled with a free and ethereal charm, not like a person of the mortal world, with an immortal aura almost overflowing.

"With just this bit of strength, you dare to act wild in front of me? You don't know what's good for you."

Yu Liancheng sneered; those slightly vulgar words made him seem less aloof, but added a touch of heroic spirit.

"Heh, you bastard, you really think I'm no match for you?" The white-haired old ruffian snorted coldly, his expression somewhat gloomy, his internal energy surging and billowing like a floodgate opening. The iron chains on his hands suddenly transformed into a black python.

The two long blades at the other end of the chains danced along with them, and suddenly the blade light swirled like a dragon; the double blades tore through the air, slashing toward Yu Liancheng like aurora lightning. The air rattled, seemingly turning into tangible flowing water, constantly surging into the blades and becoming part of the blade's momentum. This move, "Double Blades Flying Together," was not only used with exquisite precision but was also extremely overbearing.

As the blade light poured down, Yu Liancheng remained calm and composed, his figure as light as catkins, weaving through the airtight blade momentum.

No matter how the blade light was unleashed, it could not harm him in the slightest. He could even leisurely fill a cup of wine and drink it slowly.

"Bastard, if you have the ability, don't dodge and weave! What kind of hero only knows how to run?" The white-haired old ruffian was furious; the blade light shifted, and the double blades crossed like golden dragons: "I don't believe you can keep dodging forever."

This time, Yu Liancheng did not dodge; as the chilling blade light pierced toward him, he threw the wine cup in his hand out again, colliding with the blade light. Although it did not shatter the blade light, it cleverly changed its direction, and it brushed past him.

The next moment, Yu Liancheng held the wine cup and pot in his left hand, while his right hand stood upright and raised high toward the sky; invisible Sword Qi gathered, and his palm glowed with a lustrous sheen, revealing a sharp aura.

It was as if this was no longer a hand, but a Divine Sword that could awe the world.

Boom!!

The Divine Sword danced, and the sharp, ethereal Sword Qi was like a heavenly river, pouring down from the nine heavens, intending to submerge the white-haired old ruffian.

Even though Xu Fengnian and the others were far away, they could still hear the rumbling of the Sword Qi river, like a surging flood, carrying a massive echo that made their hearts feel as if they were about to jump out.

As for the white-haired old ruffian, who was already caught in the Sword Qi, he felt as if he were in the midst of an boundless flood of blades; the invisible, intangible yet sharp and ethereal Sword Qi pressed down like a mountain and sea. If he were the slightest bit careless, he would be pierced through by countless Sword Qi, suffering the agony of a thousand cuts.

Such a dangerous situation had never occurred even when he was plotted against by Jian Jiu Huang that day.

But this only stirred the white-haired old ruffian's curiosity; his eyes suddenly shot out light as sharp as blades, he roared and bellowed, his white hair flying, and wisps of white smoke rose from the top of his head, clearly having pushed his internal energy to the limit. His double blades danced wildly, turning the blade momentum into a vast ocean, the blade light weaving into countless phantoms, surging toward the blade Qi in waves.

And just as the white-haired old ruffian had previously easily broken through Wei Shuyang's double dragon vortex, this endless Sword Qi pouring from the sky easily tore a hole in the defense of the double blades, and then poured entirely onto the white-haired old ruffian.

Rumble!!

The white-haired old ruffian was instantly sent flying, countless tiny wounds appearing on his skin.

In reality, if Yu Liancheng hadn't held back, the white-haired old ruffian would likely have been left with nothing but a skeleton and a pile of minced meat on the ground.

Flying back over ten feet, the white-haired old ruffian forced his internal energy, his body suddenly dropping, and he knelt on one knee, gasping for air, blood staining the ground, his face filled with a look of utter terror.

There was actually such a terrifying sword technique in this world.

He hadn't been out in the pugilistic world for only a decade or so, yet such a young top-tier expert had appeared.

The next moment, Yu Liancheng appeared behind him.

"You've stayed at the bottom of the lake for over twenty years; there's too much water in your brain. I'll help you."

A hand was placed on top of his head, and then pressed downward.

Boom!!

The entire Wang Mansion could hear a loud bang.

The white-haired old ruffian's head smashed heavily into the ground, his forehead a bloody mess, his eyes rolled back, and he had already fainted.

The floor was completely shattered, revealing a deep pit, and cracks spread out like a spider web.

"Alright, now I think the water in your brain has been drained enough. If you get water in it again next time, you can come find me."

Having said that, he drifted away, not caring if the white-haired old ruffian had heard him or not.

The whole scene was silent.

Even though the pavilion servants and others already understood Yu Liancheng's identity and knew he had once defeated a Heavenly Phenomenon and broken three thousand cavalry with one hand, they were still shocked as they looked at each other.

With such strength, only Wang Xianzhi of Wudi City could compare.

Only Xu Fengnian sighed and said: "It really is time to change masters."

He looked at Lao Huang, and Lao Huang returned a bright smile with his missing front teeth.

At the bottom of the Listening Tide Pavilion.

Through the dim candlelight, one could vaguely see a slovenly figure, seemingly an unkempt old man wearing a sheepskin coat, who muttered to himself.

"That sword strike, not bad; it has the style of this old man back in the day."

Having said that, he began to pick at his feet, his former demeanor of an expert collapsing into a mess, though his expression was very wistful.

"Imprisoned by drawing a line on the ground for twenty years, does anyone still remember me, Li Chungang? Sigh, it doesn't matter if others remember or not, but this pugilistic world is truly boring without you, Lv Paoer."