Chapter 913: Is It You Who Poisoned Me?

However, with a sudden tug, the sword remained clamped between Chen Yu's fingers, not moving a single bit.

This disciple was startled; he seemingly had not expected that Chen Yu would still possess such strength after being poisoned. With a deep shout, he channeled his True Qi into his right hand, using all his strength to try and pull the sword from between Chen Yu's fingers.

But as he exerted force, a "Crack!" sounded, his figure faltered, he stumbled back seven or eight steps, and then sat down hard on the ground.

And in his hand, that sword of decent quality had already been reduced to just a hilt.

He looked up in shock, only to see that his sword blade had already turned into five or six fragments, while Chen Yu's right hand moved slightly in the void, and those six fragments floated slowly in mid-air following his palm.

"Chen Yu, you..." Zhou Kong was shocked. To snap a blade with one hand—only someone with the strength of the Martial Ancestor Realm could do so with such ease.

Chen Yu's strength was great, so it was not strange that he could do it, but Chen Yu had clearly already ingested the nerve inhibitor; he should have had no power to fight back at all. Why did he still possess the strength of the Martial Ancestor Realm now?

"Surprised, right?" Chen Yu looked at his shocked expression and couldn't help but smile slightly: "Did you really think that a mere nerve agent could deal with me?"

"If I were so easily poisoned and left to be slaughtered by you, how could I possibly have the strength to oppose your sect?"

"Be on guard..." Zhou Kong roared.

His six disciples quickly went on guard, but unfortunately, it was already too late, or rather, in front of an expert like Chen Yu, even if they were on guard, it would be of no use.

Chen Yu waved his right hand, and the six sword blade fragments were launched out with a hum.

Six white fragments carried a trace of extremely strong light trails as they surged toward these people. "Puff, puff, puff"—six screams rang out, and the six disciples fell to the ground, dying instantly.

"Chen Yu, you killed my disciples, I am not finished with you." Veins bulged on Zhou Kong's forehead. He roared, his right hand flickered, and a short sword condensed a wisp of white Qi as he attacked Chen Yu.

The Tiance Sword Mansion takes the sword as its Dao, and Zhou Kong was also one of its major disciples; the Sikong Sword in his hand was extremely formidable.

A white shadow flashed by, and countless Sword Qi transformed into white Sword Radiance, enveloping Chen Yu. Zhou Kong roared, retracted the sword in his hand, and was about to kill Chen Yu under his blade.

Unfortunately, amidst the sky full of Sword Qi, his vision blurred, and he lost sight of Chen Yu.

Zhou Kong was slightly stunned. He was an expert of the Martial Ancestor Realm, and his sword moves were kill moves; once a target was locked, the opponent would have no chance to break free.

Yet, before his eyes, he had truly lost Chen Yu's trail.

Just as he was in doubt, the word "Break" appeared clearly before his eyes.

Following the utterance of the word "Break," the sky full of Sword Light instantly vanished into nothingness. Zhou Kong groaned, retreated eight steps, his body shuddered, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Yu's figure appeared before him. Chen Yu smiled faintly: "Do you know what the difference is between a Martial Ancestor and a Dharma Cultivator?"

"The difference is that a Dharma Cultivator stands between heaven and earth, is one with heaven and earth, and can rival the sun and moon in brilliance, while you Martial Artists can never escape the shackles of techniques."

"Go back and tell Pei Yuan that I have already grasped all the evidence of the crimes he has committed over these years and have destroyed his drug factory. The people he has harmed over these years will come to his door to demand his life in person," Chen Yu said.

"What did you say? The factory..." Zhou Kong's face turned deathly pale.

The Outer Sect Disciples of the Tiance Sword Mansion were numerous, and over these years, the Tiance Sword Mansion disciples had become restless and arrogant, believing themselves to be the pinnacle of Martial Dao, capable of escaping the shackles of worldly laws and rules.

Thus, it could be said they had done every evil deed imaginable; this drug factory was provided for these outer sect and even inner sect disciples.

Chen Yu holding this matter in his hands meant that something major was about to happen.

"And his two sons—one dead, one injured. The eldest son has been controlled by the military and has already spilled everything he knows. Tell him to wash his neck clean and wait at home," Chen Yu sneered.

After Chen Yu finished speaking, he helped up the limp Tang Xue and turned to leave.

"Chen Yu, I'll kill you, I'll kill you..." A look of anger suddenly appeared on Zhou Kong's face.

He had also participated in this matter. No matter what the Tiance Sword Mansion was like, the sect rules existed. Even if he returned to the sect, he would be dealt with by the Elders; he no longer had a way to live.

So now, he had only one desperate fight left—to destroy Chen Yu; that way, perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope.

He roared, raised the sword in his hand again, and with a flick of the short sword, it once again transformed into Sword Qi and attacked Chen Yu.

"Kill!"

Chen Yu's figure had already disappeared, but an echo reverberated through the hotel.

Zhou Kong's expression stiffened; his forward attacking motion suddenly stalled on the spot. He maintained the posture of holding the sword, motionless.

Immediately after, with a light "Click," a crack appeared on the body of the sword in his hand, followed by several crisp sounds; the sword that had accompanied him for decades shattered completely.

Zhou Kong's body let out a "Puff" sound, exploding into a mist of blood. He fell to the ground with a thud, his life coming to an abrupt end.

Chen Yu took Tang Xue out the door, and Tang Xue followed silently behind him.

Suddenly, a fierce look flashed in her eyes. She suddenly pulled a Dagger from her hand and stabbed fiercely at Chen Yu.

"Crack," the Dagger in her hand snapped, her body shuddered, and she flew backward violently.

"Do you hate me that much? Must you put me to death?" Chen Yu turned his head and looked at Tang Xue with a complex expression.

"If there is a chance, I will kill you, and then commit suicide." Tang Xue struggled to climb up from the ground, staring at Chen Yu: "If I can't be with you while alive, dying is fine, right?"

"What is the reason that made you become like this?" Chen Yu sighed slightly.

"It's you, it's you all, it's all of you who made me become like this," Tang Xue shrieked. Her delicate face was somewhat twisted, and she screamed somewhat hysterically.

"My sister, she lied to me, she lied to me saying she was with you."

"She is my sister. Everyone in the world can lie to me, but she cannot. She likes you, and to eliminate me as a competitor, she lied to me."

Tang Xue's tears fell in torrents: "I have been working hard, working hard to make you like me."

"But what about you? With one sentence—'you are just my younger sister'—you dismissed me. Chen Yu, have you ever thought about my feelings? Have you ever thought about it?"

"Some things cannot be forced. Your sister lying to you... was also a white lie." Chen Yu shook his head: "You have gone mad. Where is that girl who was devoted to charity and kind-hearted?"