13: Lu Xiaofeng: I don’t like killing people, why don’t you do it!

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou looked at each other, one blind and one wide-eyed, yet they both clearly saw shock in each other.

The Young Lord of Tianqin Sect, just died like that?

"You..." Lu Xiaofeng hesitated.

Lu Jiuyuan wiped the blood from his sword: "You said it yourself, my sword leaves no survivors. You were right!"

Hua Manlou sighed softly: "With Huo Tianqing dead, Tianqin Sect will not let this rest."

"Then let them come," Lu Jiuyuan said coldly. "If one comes, I'll kill one. If two come, I'll kill both.

There's no such thing as him having a powerful background, so he can kill me, but I can't kill him.

Martial Forest veterans, great heroes of Guanzhong, I'd like to see if they have two lives!"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Huo Tianqing's corpse, pacing with his head down: "Tianqin Sect has immense power in the Jianghu, and Huo Tianqing was Old Man Tianqin's only son, his precious darling. This matter will be difficult to resolve.

Sometimes, even if you are in the right, you can't make them understand."

Hua Manlou sighed softly: "Old Man Tianqin is seventy-seven years old, he had a son late in life and cherished him like a treasure. The The Two Elders of Mount Shang, Xi Shan Yan, and others all regarded him as the Sect Head.

Now that he is dead, those old geezers, even if they leave Tianqin Sect, will continuously seek revenge in their own names."

"Then let them come to me for revenge!" Lu Jiuyuan said coldly:

"Since we fought side by side, we are friends. How can I let you Face this alone? I still have a little Face in the Jianghu. When this matter is over, I'll ask a few Seniors for help to mediate.

Let's see if it can be resolved peacefully.

After all, no matter how you look at it, Huo Tianqing, for the sake of a woman, willingly acted as a henchman and killer, bringing shame upon Tianqin Sect.

The fault lies with him, not you. In a one-on-one fight, a duel to the death, whoever lives or dies is only natural. If they want to settle scores or seek revenge, let them come one by one, and fight openly and fairly. That is the rule of the Jianghu."

Lu Xiaofeng ignored Lu Jiuyuan's tone: "Hua Manlou, the Hua family can lend a hand in this matter! To make Tianqin Sect apprehensive, so they don't act recklessly."

Hua Manlou nodded in agreement.

"Even Huo Tianqing has been dispatched; they have no more cards left! Green Robe Tower, Huo Xiu, haha, Lu Xiaofeng is not so easily outmaneuvered.

Yan Tieshan is dead, but the Emei Sect Head Dugu Yihe is still alive! If he knew of Huo Xiu's conspiracy, he wouldn't remain indifferent.

Emei Sect isn't afraid of Green Robe Tower either!"

"Come with me, let's go somewhere," Lu Xiaofeng suddenly said.

"To do what?"

"Wait for Dugu Yihe!"

"You've already got his whereabouts?"

"No, Lu Xiaofeng just has more friends, that's all." Lu Xiaofeng stroked his small mustache, a little smug.

No matter where he went, Lu Xiaofeng always had friends and wine to drink.

"Boss, help me deliver two messages, to two people. If they're delivered, our friendship remains. If not, I'll burn down your dog's den!"

After Lu Xiaofeng finished speaking, he went to the counter, wrote two letters, left them, and weighted them down with fifty taels of silver.

"Will he deliver them?"

"He definitely will. Green Robe Tower slapped him in the Face. He suffered this silent loss, so he'll definitely help me.

Message delivery here is very fast, extremely fast!"

Having placed the letters and money, the three of them didn't delay, hurrying on their way until they reached a main road.

The three of them climbed trees, made nests, each with their own method, finding places to rest.

The middle of the night quickly passed. The three of them took turns keeping watch and slept in their clothes.

By mid-morning, Dugu Yihe still hadn't arrived, and Lu Xiaofeng's brows gradually furrowed.

"We can't wait here anymore. According to the time, his carriage should have reached this spot by this morning." Lu Xiaofeng's expression was serious:

"He hasn't arrived yet, so something might have happened."

"Let's go, then we'll look ahead."

After discussing, the three of them walked along the road. Not long after, Hua Manlou suddenly said: "There's the smell of blood ahead! It's coming with the wind, about three or four li away."

Lu Jiuyuan immediately stopped, his right hand on his sword hilt.

"There's Killing Intent ahead!" Lu Xiaofeng said.

"Who is blocking the way ahead? I am Lu Xiaofeng. Give me some Face and show yourselves!"

As his voice fell, more than ten figures darted out from the dense woods on both sides, all uniformly dressed in tight green clothing.

The leader, holding two sabers, sneered: "Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou, the three of you don't need to go any further! You don't need to wait for the person ahead, and you won't."

"Do you know, people of the Jianghu all share one common trait?"

"What trait?"

"That is pride. Almost all experts who have made a name for themselves were invincible in their early days, with no opponents.

So every single one of them is extremely proud, believing that the world's experts are nothing special. They look down on both the famous and the unknown. They are confident they will win and never lose, and whether they live or die can only be determined by fighting.

It's just that after encountering someone stronger, they either die or their courage diminishes. Is it true cowardice?

No! It's realizing the immensity of the world! That's why there's a saying, 'the older you are in the Jianghu, the smaller your guts become.'"

"Lu Xiaofeng, what do you mean by that?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, "You are very proud. Where did you get the courage? Where did you get the confidence to think you could stop the three of us?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "Doing things, there are always people blocking the way. It's really a headache."

He turned to Lu Jiuyuan, "I've never liked killing. Why don't you do it?"

Lu Jiuyuan had already drawn his sword; the Guhong Sword gleamed coldly in the morning light: "All of you, come at once. Let's finish this quickly."

"Boastful!"

The Green-Clad Leader's twin sabers clashed, emitting a harsh screech, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Behind him, more than ten Green-Clad assassins simultaneously drew their weapons, their cold glint forming a chilling fan in the morning light. Killing Intent condensed abruptly into a tangible pressure, bearing down on the three people in the middle of the road.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, his two small mustaches drooping: "Sigh, it always has to come to fighting and killing."

Though he complained, his body had already drifted lightly to one side like willow catkins, yielding the front to Lu Jiuyuan, while also building up his Aura, ready to provide support at any moment.

Hua Manlou's expression was serene, his folding fan gently swaying, displaying the elegant demeanor of a Young Master, graceful and uninhibited.

He appeared to be savoring the rhythm of the morning breeze rustling through the treetops, but in reality, all his senses were heightened to the extreme; every subtle shift in the surrounding Qi flow, every hint of Killing Intent, was clearly reflected in his 'heart.'

Lu Jiuyuan didn't speak. He just took one step forward.

This step seemed to shatter the solidified air.

Triple Speed!

His figure suddenly blurred and stretched in the eyes of the Green-Clad assassins, transforming into a blue phantom that tore through the morning mist.

There were no fancy starting moves, no superfluous bursts of Aura, only the purest, most extreme speed!

"Kill him!" the Green-Clad Leader roared, his twin sabers dancing into a curtain of light, attempting to block Lu Jiuyuan's path.

The assassins around him also thrust their weapons, either stabbing or cleaving, forming a seemingly impenetrable net of death.

However, in the Face of absolute speed, this net was as fragile as paper.

When speed reaches a certain level, even if there are no flaws, everything becomes full of flaws.

The tip of the Guhong Sword, like a venomous snake, precisely probed into the gaps of the light curtain.

"Puff!"

The first soft sound was like a ripe fruit falling to the ground.

On the throat of the leftmost sword-wielding assassin, a beautiful, tragic blood flower instantly bloomed.

He didn't even have time to see where the sword came from; the horror in his eyes was forever frozen.

"Chh!"

The second sound was the low tearing of a blade cutting through flesh, muscle, and bone.

In the middle, a young man wielding a chain dart, whose dart head had just flown out halfway like a nimble snake, felt a chill at his throat. His body crashed down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He died without understanding how that slender sword had pierced through his frantic defensive circle.

"Uh..."

A short, stifled groan. The assassin with the water-splitting daggers still held his hands in a blocking posture, but the sword tip had precisely pierced through the gap between his daggers, impaling his heart.

It was so fast that he barely felt the pain.

One step, three kills! Fast as a ghost!