168: The big fish has just been hooked! [Explosive update, please give me a new title]

No one expected that Lu Jiuyuan—or rather, Shangguan Fei—would so decisively end the life of this beautiful woman who had an affair with his father and claimed to be his "stepmother."

However, just as everyone was shocked, Lu Jiuyuan, who had killed his enemy with one blow, swayed slightly.

A trace of extremely abnormal flush appeared on his originally ice-cold face.

"Wah—"

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, the droplets splashing onto the ground in front of him, a horrifying sight.

His aura instantly became somewhat chaotic. Although he still stood upright, everyone could tell that he seemed to have aggravated a severe internal injury, or perhaps extreme emotional fluctuations had caused a backlash in his cultivation.

"He's injured!" someone exclaimed in a low voice.

"That's right, after the fierce battle with the One Hundred and Eight Arhats earlier, how could he be unharmed? He must have suppressed it until now!"

"Killing Lin Xianer agitated his True Qi, and he can no longer suppress his injuries!"

Abbot Xinhu's eyes suddenly gleamed.

An opportunity!

Lu Jiuyuan is Shangguan Jinhong's son. This identity is already shocking enough. If he were allowed to live, the father and son would suppress the Jianghu.

Wouldn't they become true Martial Forest Leaders, commanding the world, with no one daring to disobey?

If this son escapes today, he will surely become a more terrifying menace than Shangguan Jinhong in the future!

Furthermore, Shaolin Temple's reputation suffered greatly today and urgently needed a target to shift the focus and restore its prestige.

Was there a better target than besieging and killing Shangguan Jinhong's son, this peerless fiend who had just almost overthrown Shaolin Temple's top experts?

Abbot Xinhu made a decisive Move, his voice like thunder, imbued with supreme Buddhist Internal Energy, instantly spreading throughout the entire training ground:

"amitabha! This Demonic Son is fierce and stubborn! His killing nature is ingrained! Although Lin Xianer committed grave sins, she should have been judged jointly by all fellow Jianghu practitioners. How dare you privately execute her and silence her!"

"Fellow Jianghu practitioners! This son is Shangguan Jinhong's son, a great evil of the Golden Money Gang!

He possesses a peerless Demonic Technique. If he is allowed to escape today, the Jianghu will surely be poisoned by him and his father in the future, never knowing peace!"

"How can the pure land of Buddhism tolerate the rampant flames of evil! Eliminating a scourge for the Martial Forest is today! I ask all fellow practitioners to follow Shaolin Temple and jointly eliminate this villain!"

The Ten Great Sects had always been united when facing a common enemy.

Moreover, the devastating battle over 50 years ago had forced them into dormancy for decades.

After using the weapons ranking to control the Jianghu for 20 years, how could they be willing to see another invincible father and son emerge?

As soon as the Shaolin Temple Abbot spoke, Kongtong, Kunlun Sect, Diancang Sect, Emei, the Four Great Families, the Twelve Connected Forts of the Yangtze, and various underworld factions almost all responded in unison.

"The Abbot is right! We must not let the tiger return to the mountain!"

"Kill Shangguan Fei! Eliminate a scourge for the Martial Forest!"

"Everyone attack together! No matter how powerful he is, he's injured!"

The sound of weapons being drawn rang out again, and countless murderous gazes focused on the young man in the center of the arena, who had just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes growing colder and deeper.

A siege was instantly formed!

Lu Jiuyuan stood alone in the arena, surrounded by the menacing Shaolin Temple monks and Jianghu heroes. Yet, he suddenly let out a low laugh.

"Hahahaha..."

The laughter started low, then grew louder, finally turning into a long roar that pierced the clouds and shattered rocks, making the eardrums of everyone present ache.

He slowly raised the four-edged Guhong Sword in his hand, its blade reflecting a silvery luster in the sunlight.

"Do you want to eliminate evil and uphold Dao? Or do you want to gain fame and fortune?"

Lu Jiuyuan's voice was cold as iron, carrying a chilling mockery, "Good, very good.

Come on, today, let me see how a group of Lin Xianer's paramours, a bunch of dirty people seeking fame, can kill me?"

"Those who want to die, come. Those who don't, retreat."

As his voice fell, his figure moved abruptly!

He no longer waited in place to be surrounded but transformed into a wisp of a cyan ghost-like figure, weaving through the flashing blades and swords, actively charging into the surging crowd!

Fast! Unimaginably fast!

His light footwork had reached the Transcendent realm. One moment he was ahead, the next he was behind. One could clearly see a sword light coming, yet the next moment he would appear by their side.

His sky-blue robe flickered and shimmered through the crowd, truly like a ghost, or like a strange blue flower blooming in a bloody storm.

And the Guhong Sword in his hand had completely transformed into an extension of death!

His swordsmanship was no longer confined to any Move, but rather, where his intent went, there his sword was.

Stab! The simplest and most direct thrust, yet so fast it surpassed the limits of visual capture.

Often, opponents would only feel a flash of blue light before their throat went cold, and their consciousness immediately plunged into eternal darkness.

Point! The sword tip trembled, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, accurately pointing at the opponent's glabella, heart, temples, and other vital, fatal points.

Internal Energy penetrated the body, instantly severing all life.

Thrust! Where his figure passed, the sword followed, death like a wind, stirring up a bloody storm in the crowd.

Wherever the sword tip reached, Sword Qi surged, and enemies fell like reaped wheat.

He perfectly embodied a peerless swordsmanship: extreme speed, extreme precision, extreme efficiency!

There was not a single superfluous movement; every sword swing was born only for slaughter.

Screams, shattering sounds, the tearing of flesh and blood, terrified shouts... interwoven into a symphony of death.

Lu Jiuyuan was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, invincible!

The combined fist array unleashed by the Kongtong Sect Elders, before its power could even fully converge, was forcibly pierced by a blood-colored Sword Qi that tore through everything, and two Elders died on the spot!

The Kunlun Sect's Orthodox Two-Forms Swordsmanship was exquisite, their dual swords combining perfectly, yet they could not keep up with his ghostly speed. With a flash of sword light, the sword tip had already shattered their Adam's apple.

The Diancang Sect's precious sword danced with a sky full of sword shadows, but Lu Jiuyuan didn't even look. He backhanded a sword thrust directly at the weakest point of the sword shadows.

With a "puchi" sound, the Diancang Sect Leader fell, clutching his gushing throat, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Merely relying on his incredible movement technique to weave through the gaps in attacks, a casual sword strike would take several lives around him.

Bodies rapidly piled up around him, blood stained the vast training ground red, and the air was filled with a sickeningly strong smell of blood.

Those Jianghu heroes and Ten Great Sects experts who had initially clamored about eliminating evil and upholding Dao now only had fear on their faces.

They found that their proud martial arts, their tacit cooperation, and even their numerical advantage seemed so ridiculous and pale before this young man in cyan robes.

He, alone with one sword, actually terrified hundreds of powerful experts, making them retreat step by step!

"Fellow practitioners, prioritize defense, do not attack proactively. We have many people; we will exhaust him to death!" Abbot Xinhu shouted loudly:

"He forcibly increased his cultivation using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill. Although he is powerful for a while, he is already at the end of his rope.

He will surely die in no more than half an incense stick's time! Fellow practitioners, hold on!"

Under Abbot Xinhu's hint, the Shaolin Temple monks quietly retreated, giving more opportunities to face Lu Jiuyuan to other Schools or the scattered Jianghu individuals who had been incited to attack.