Chapter 568

"You ask me whether I dare?"

Le Wenmao, upon hearing it, seemed to have heard a joke of cosmic proportions, and with a single slash cut down the hidden weapon that Cui Xing hurled at him, just like his father, only a thing that harms people with hidden weapons.

However.

Regarding hidden weapons, Cui Xing is stronger than his father; not to mention dealing with ordinary martial cultivators, even seasoned ones pose no problem, but when he met him, he still fell short.

The next moment.

Le Wenmao was about to slash the poisonous woman Cui Shi with a single stroke; though he said nothing to her, Cui Shi is such a thing that not only him, but the entire Liangshui Town, no one is unaware of her.

A top‑tier poisonous woman, when she arrived at the servants forced to be sold into the Cui mansion, none of them escaped Cui Shi's bullying; she never treated the mansion's servants as humans.

If someone displeased her even a little, it meant a slap or various punishments; in any case, none of the servants in the Cui mansion escaped Cui Shi's bullying.

If the servants in the Cui mansion were not, in Cui Shi's eyes, valuable property that could be sold, those she disliked would not only be subjected to various bullying.

Perhaps...

Even their lives cannot be saved!

Cui Xing lunged forward, seeing Le Wenmao raise his blade, intending to take his mother's life; he shouted angrily, thrusting his long sword, like a cold poisonous snake, and with a Bang! he blocked Le Wenmao's descending long blade, but a massive force emanating from the blade caused Cui Xing's complexion to change dramatically.

He never imagined that a dying Le Wenmao could possess such terrifying power, and he cursed loudly:

"You cowardly old thing, since you have such ability, why back then did your son and daughter‑in‑law meet a tragic death at the hands of the Zhu Clan's eldest son, not daring to even let out a fart, and now you pretend to avenge your grandson as a pretext, causing trouble at my house, ruthlessly killing my father?"

"I not only cruelly killed your father, I will also kill your mother shortly, and finally it will be your turn!"

Le Wenmao sneered, without giving Cui Xing a detailed explanation, that he possessed this skill, yet did not dare to avenge his son and daughter‑in‑law, all because of his grandson, which made him swallow his resentment.

"Sounds nice, but I don't know whose side will win later!"

Cui Xing sneered, no longer holding back, almost unleashing all his abilities.

Although he did not understand why such a tiny Liangshui Town could have such formidable figures, he knew that Le Wenmao was nine‑times out of his mind; from this old thing's cruel killing of his father, one could see that the old thing had been provoked by something.

To commit such a reckless act!

If he dared to hold back in the fight with Le Wenmao, the one who would suffer in the end would be him, even to the point of losing his life.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One clash after another of golden spears rang out, yet in the courtyard Le Wenmao and Cui Xing's figures were nowhere to be seen; only one after another of after‑images flashed by, powerful momentum raging, stirring up wave after wave of dust.

Le Zhuang widened his eyes, trying to see clearly the fight between his grandfather and Cui Xing, fearing his grandfather would be at a disadvantage; unfortunately his eyesight was still far lacking, not only could he not discern the fight, he could not tell whether an after‑image belonged to his grandfather or to Cui Xing.

Le Zhuang worried, "Uncle, my grandfather wasn't at a disadvantage, right?" "Five, four, three..."

Xuanqing Daozhang did not answer Le Zhuang's question, but kept shouting numbers; just as Le Zhuang wondered why Xuanqing Daozhang was inexplicably counting down, hearing him utter the word 'one', the next second a figure was hurled backward.

"Grandfather..."

Le Zhuang startled, thinking his grandfather was at a disadvantage, shouted quickly, ready to rush forward to check his grandfather's condition, but was pulled back by Xuanqing Daozhang, snapping back to his senses; upon closer look, the figure hurled backward was actually Cui Xing, and his grandfather, brandishing a long blade, strode toward Cui Shi, finally breathing a sigh of relief and saying:

"Is my grandfather really that powerful?"

"My master, that old man really knows how to put on a show!"

Wang Ping'an's face bore a playful smile; during his master's countdown, he had already noticed the battlefield situation, that Le Wenmao the elder held the advantage, and his master likely saw it too, even calculating when Le Wenmao would fling Cui Xing away.

He was actually quite surprised; not long ago Le Wenmao was merely a bedridden patient awaiting death, how could he suddenly become so formidable?

Wang Ping'an glanced at Cui Xing, who had been flung away, his whole body covered in scars, then glanced again at his grandfather striding toward Cui Shi; frightened, Cui Shi rose, trying to flee, but for some reason suddenly collapsed, crawling on all fours on the ground, attempting to escape the approaching Le Wenmao, and mused:

"Could it be that burning his essence blood and longevity core made him this powerful all of a sudden?"

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However, that thought lingered in Wang Ping'an's mind only briefly before he shook his head and dismissed it; he did not know what burning essence blood and longevity core meant, but he guessed that Le Wenmao's own extraordinary strength, with burning essence blood and longevity core, at most restored him to his peak.

Perhaps.

Others who burn essence blood and longevity core can multiply their combat power, but he guessed that Le Wenmao the elder could not; given his current condition, his body already frail, merely restoring his peak would be quite good.

"Le big brother..."

Cui Shi, seeing Le Wenmao approaching with a blood‑dripping long blade, seemed to see a demon, trembling as she tried to plead for mercy, but seeing no sign of Le Wenmao stopping, she quickly shouted loudly, "Xiao Xing, save me!"

"Old thing, stop it quickly!"

Cui Xing, helped up by a group of towering warriors, rose from the ground, hearing his mother's shrieks; looking up, he saw Le Wenmao raise his long blade and strike down, roaring, but to no avail, a spray of blood erupted, and as the blade fell, his mother's head hit the ground.

"I will kill you, I will kill you!"

Cui Xing spat out a mouthful of blood, unsure whether it was from being wounded by Le Wenmao or from seeing his parents brutally slain by Le Wenmao's hand; his face twisted ferociously, like a beast that selects its prey, the fury in his eyes blazing like flames, he shouted loudly:

"What are you all standing around for? Hurry up, kill that old thing! Whoever brings me that old thing's head, from then on he'll be our sect's deputy leader!"

Hearing this, the towering warriors who had been somewhat fearful of Le Wenmao exchanged glances, their faces and eyes burning with zeal; they had followed Cui Xing for days, witnessing his exploits and envying him, and now hearing his words they could no longer restrain themselves.

They all drew their swords and rushed toward Le Wenmao.

(End of chapter)