110: The insidious and cunning Long Xiaoyun, die!

At the same time, Long Xiaoyun shifted his body back, his hands striking out from both sides.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four silver gleams shot out, tearing through the air without warning, carrying sharp whistling sounds, directly aimed at Lu Jiuyuan's Jianjing acupoint and the base of his thighs.

It was precisely those silver beans, with tricky angles and extreme speed, clearly having been taught by a master. His attack was a killing move, aiming to cripple both hands and feet, leaving no room for mercy.

Lu Jiuyuan's body swayed slightly, narrowly dodging the hidden weapons. Before he could even speak,

Long Xiaoyun suddenly dropped to his knees, exclaiming, "Little brother, I was wrong! I shouldn't have joked with you! I was right, little brother's martial arts are rare in the world and extremely profound!"

"Xiaoyun is utterly impressed, I'll kowtow to you!" He bent down and kowtowed in one fluid motion.

Three crossbow bolts shot out the instant he bent down.

A crossbow hidden on his back, fired as he bent.

Lu Jiuyuan swung the backpack containing the Guhong Sword, directly batting away the three crossbow bolts!

Looking at Long Xiaoyun, he couldn't help but marvel. To raise an eight or nine-year-old son to be so vicious, Long Xiaoyun and Lin Shiyin truly were 'talented'!

Seeing that even his last resort couldn't harm Lu Jiuyuan, Long Xiaoyun scrambled to his feet:

"Good kung fu! I, Long Xiaoyun, admit you have the qualifications to make my father come out and greet you. Wait here, I'll go call them out."

With that, he turned and ran.

"Why bother!" Lu Jiuyuan shook his head, pulled a needle from his waist, and flicked it.

Long Xiaoyun's running figure instantly stiffened, falling directly to the ground and rolling a few times. He tried to struggle but couldn't get up at all.

Finger Flicking Divine Skill + doubled speed!

After actively switching to passive, a basic attack became a powerful ultimate, its might needing no further explanation.

Lu Jiuyuan slowly walked towards Long Xiaoyun, who lay motionless on the ground.

The cunning malice that had been in the child's eyes was gone, replaced only by a tender face twisted in terror.

"So young, yet with a heart as venomous as a snake or scorpion."

Lu Jiuyuan's voice was calm, without a ripple, as if stating a fact, "If I let you grow up, who knows how many more innocents you would harm."

He wasn't in a hurry to leave, just stood there quietly, waiting for someone to arrive.

"Xiaoyun!!!"

A heart-wrenching shriek pierced the tranquility of Xingyun Manor!

Lin Shiyin, as if her soul had been ripped out, stumbled out from the inner courtyard, her face ashen as paper. She collapsed onto Long Xiaoyun's still-warm corpse, trembling like an autumn leaf in the wind.

Her world, her everything, had completely collapsed at this moment.

Following closely was Long Xiaoyun, and then several friends who had heard the news: his sworn elder brother Tie Dan Zhen Ba Fang Qin Xiaoyi, his closest friend Iron-Faced Impartial Zhao Zhengyi, and his good friend Gongsun Moyun!

All three were renowned figures in the Jianghu. At this moment, looking at Long Xiaoyun's corpse on the ground, and then at the unfamiliar young man in blue robes, standing with his hands behind his back, they all frowned deeply and glared at him.

"Who is Your Excellency? Do you have a grudge or enmity with me, Long?"

"Originally, no grudge or hatred, but now there is!"

"My son was exceptionally intelligent and innocent. He was only nine years old this year. Even the cruelest person would not lay a hand on a child.

Young man, you are the cruelest murderer I have ever seen!"

Long Xiaoyun said through tears, "Even if he made a mistake, he was still just an ignorant child!"

Qin Xiaoyi's hair bristled, and he roared, "Who is this madman! In broad daylight, trespassing on private property and murdering a child!

Such madness is intolerable by heavenly Dao! Surrender at once!"

His voice was like a booming bell, making the courtyard hum.

Zhao Zhengyi and Gongsun Moyun also took their stances, subtly forming a encirclement, blocking Lu Jiuyuan's path.

Despite their actions, everyone here did not take Lu Jiuyuan seriously.

A young man, how many years of martial arts could he have practiced? How many years of Internal Skill? Defeating a nine-year-old child was not worth boasting about, much less worth being taken seriously.

This was Xingyun Manor; Lu Jiuyuan was a turtle in a jar, destined for a terrible end.

"Long Xiaoyun, he killed our son! Why aren't you killing him? What are you still talking about?"

Clutching her son's cold corpse, Lin Shiyin roared, "I want him dead!"

"There's no need for Master Long the Fourth to act, I, Zhao Zhengyi, cannot stand such evil people!" Iron-Faced Impartial Zhao Zhengyi shook his body and raised a hand, and twenty to thirty hidden weapons whistled out.

They directly covered Lu Jiuyuan.

This was his habit when fighting. In any life-or-death battle, before engaging in close combat, he would first empty his hidden weapons to see the opponent's skill. If they could fight, he would continue.

If not, he would run if he could, and if he couldn't run, he would push others forward.

Lu Jiuyuan watched the hail of hidden weapons descending upon him; his blue figure merely swayed slightly.

In his eyes, the iron caltrops, coin darts, and bone-piercing nails flying through the air weren't that fast. Their trajectories were clearly visible, and their speed was only average.

Tapping his toe on the ground, his entire body moved like a weightless falling leaf, lightly drifting about a zhang away.

All the poisoned, lethal weapons missed, embedding deeply into the ground where he had just stood, stirring up only a cloud of dust.

"What excellent lightness skill!" Zhao Zhengyi's expression instantly became solemn, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.

His 'Sky-Shattering Flower Rain' hidden weapon technique, cultivated for decades, he was confident that even a renowned master would struggle to escape unscathed in a rush, yet this young man had avoided it so effortlessly?

This person could not be defeated by force; cunning was required. His body naturally retreated, intending to hide next to Tie Dan Zhen Ba Fang Qin Xiaoyi.

But just as his body moved, a subtle, almost imperceptible cold glint had already torn through the murky air, silently shooting towards his glabella!

So fast!

He only felt a chill at his glabella, as if struck by a cold raindrop.

Then, his vision suddenly blurred, turned red, and then plunged into a viscous darkness.

His body swayed, then, as if all his bones had been removed, he softly pitched forward, crashing to the ground, utterly silent.

"Brother Zhao!" Qin Xiaoyi, standing nearby, felt a chill in his heart. He was known as "Tie Dan Zhen Ba Fang."

Just now, he hadn't even clearly seen the opponent's movements, hadn't seen how Old Zhao had died.

He only saw the person move gracefully, without raising a hand or moving a shoulder, his weapon still in its scabbard, and Zhao Zhengyi's glabella turned red, and he was already dead.

Killing without effort, only a red dot on the glabella.

What kind of martial arts was this? What kind of hidden weapon was this?

"Brother Zhao!" Long Xiaoyun looked at the fallen Zhao Zhengyi, tears streaming down again:

"You were fair and just your entire life, impartial! How could you die here? Where is justice? Where is heavenly Dao?"