265: How can a real man be depressed and be inferior to others for long?

The one-eyed leader of the group let out a strange, owl-like laugh, brandishing a pair of poisoned short forks, and was the first to attack, his fork shadows overlapping as he aimed directly for Lu Jiuyuan's eyes and throat with vicious and tricky Moves.

The other seven cripples also displayed their abilities, cooperating seamlessly; the one-eyed old man held a venomous snake staff, the snake's tongue flickering at the staff's head, ready to bite at any opportunity;

The armless man wielded an iron Gou Zi, specializing in locking down weapons with its fierce Gou Zi wind; the limping man tapped his iron crutch on the ground, his figure elusive, and his crutch technique strange, specifically attacking the lower body.

The scar-faced man dual-wielded poisoned daggers, engaging in close-quarters combat with insidious Moves;

The earless man used a pair of unique weapons called "Mother-Son Soul-Separating Rings," which emitted mind-disturbing noises as they spun;

There were also two others, one spitting poisonous smoke and the other scattering poisonous powder. In an instant, a Gusts of fishy wind (foul wind) blew, and poisonous mist filled the air, enveloping Lu Jiuyuan!

Individually, the martial arts of these people might not be top-notch, but the combined efforts of the eight, utilizing the sinister techniques they had cultivated due to their disabilities and Heart-Nature,

echoed each other, forming a formation like a poisonous net, enough to make even top-tier Jianghu masters regret their lives!

Facing this bizarre combined attack from all directions and the pervasive poisonous mist, Lu Jiuyuan's gaze remained calm, only his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. "It's really damn smelly, like a bunch of shit."

He lightly tapped his toe on the stirrup, and his figure floated up like a weightless fallen leaf. While in mid-air, Lu Jiuyuan pointed his fingers like a sword, striking out from above.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Several Sword Qi, condensed as if solid, broke through the air, not attacking the powerful and heavy opponents, but accurately and precisely shooting towards the three who were spitting poisonous smoke, scattering poisonous powder, and shaking the Soul-Separating Rings!

The Sword Qi was as swift as lightning, far surpassing hidden weapons!

As the poison-spitter just opened his mouth, the Sword Qi had already arrived, piercing his throat. The poisonous smoke flowed back in, and his face instantly turned black as he fell to the ground, convulsing;

Before the poison-scatterer could even raise the poisonous powder in his hand, a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and the astonishment in his eyes froze;

The strange noise from the Soul-Separating Rings of the one shaking them abruptly stopped. His chest was pierced by Sword Qi, and he looked at the shattered location of his heart with disbelief.

In an instant, three of the Eight Cripples of Heaven were gone!

The battle began: kill the support first!

"Fifth Brother! Seventh Brother! Eighth Brother!"

The one-eyed leader's eyes were about to burst. He roared, and his offensive became even fiercer, the short forks whistling with a mournful sound as they frantically stabbed at Lu Jiuyuan's vital points.

At the same time, the venomous snake staff, iron Gou Zi, iron crutch, and daggers also attacked from different angles, their offensive like a torrential storm!

"It's Sword God, you idiots! Iron Face or whatever, that's too ugly!"

Lu Jiuyuan's tone was indifferent, and his figure moved like a ghost through the encirclement of the remaining five cripples. The dense attacks couldn't even touch the hem of his robe.

He again pointed his fingers, and Sword Qi crisscrossed!

"Puff!"

As the venomous snake at the head of the one-eyed old man's staff just extended, it was pierced through by a Sword Qi, along with the snake and his head!

The iron Gou Zi of the Gou Zi-wielding man had not yet touched Lu Jiuyuan when his right arm, holding the Gou Zi, was severed at the shoulder. Amidst the spurting blood, another Sword Qi shattered his throat bone!

The limping man's iron crutch was wielded impenetrably, but a Sword Qi, like a butcher dismembering an ox, found a gap and struck where his iron crutch was most difficult to exert force. The iron crutch flew out of his hand, and the next moment, his brow felt cold, and his consciousness plunged into darkness.

The scar-faced man's dagger barely touched the hem of Lu Jiuyuan's robe when he felt a pain in his heart. Looking down, he saw a sword hole bleeding profusely.

In a blink of an eye, only the one-eyed leader of the Eight Cripples remained!

He watched helplessly as his seven brothers were all killed in a flash of lightning, their deaths gruesome. The shock and fear in his heart finally overcame his ferocity.

He let out a strange cry, threw away his short forks, and retreated rapidly, intending to disappear into the dense reeds.

"Chu Xiangyu, I'll screw your grandmother, are you still just watching and not making a Move..."

"Since you're here, why the hurry to leave? Such foul language, so uncivilized!"

Lu Jiuyuan's voice sounded as if it were right next to his ear. The one-eyed leader felt a chill in his back, as a Sword Qi had accurately struck a vital point in his back.

"Ugh..."

His forward-rushing figure paused. He looked down at the ethereal Sword Qi projection piercing through his chest, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair, then softly fell to the ground, dead.

"Chu Xiangyu, damn your mother..."

The lake wind swept through, dispersing some of the poisonous mist, revealing the scattered corpses on the ground.

The Eight Cripples of Heaven, these eight Devil Heads who committed all sorts of evil and made Jianghu people change color at their mention, under Lu Jiuyuan's hand, couldn't even last five breaths before they were completely wiped out, all neatly arranged!

Lu Jiuyuan's dark brocade robe was spotless, and he hadn't even moved much from his position.

He stood with his hands behind his back amidst the scattered corpses, his gaze like a cold star, directed towards the deeper part of the reed marsh, his voice calm yet with strong penetrative power:

"Chu Xiangyu, your lackeys and minions have been cleaned up. Do I have to personally invite you out?"

Lu Jiuyuan's voice echoed across the open water, clearly reaching deep into the reeds.

After a moment of dead silence, a light sigh came from deep within the reeds. The sigh was not loud, but it carried a peculiar penetrative power, as if it sounded directly in one's heart, with a hint of regret, a hint of admiration, and a hint of boldness.

"Alas... Although the Eight Cripples of Heaven were not successful, their combined efforts were enough to trap and kill a top Jianghu master for half an incense stick's time.

Unexpectedly, under Imperial Uncle Lu's sword, they were like chickens and dogs, utterly vulnerable.

I have retreated three times, traveling far to Jiangnan, yet Imperial Uncle is aggressive, pursuing me for 3000 miles. It is truly lamentable!"

As the words fell, a figure slowly walked out from behind layers of reeds.

The person was tall, dressed in a black robe. Although he was nearing fifty, his beard was neat, his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes like stars, his nose bridge was straight, and his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, occasionally flashing with a sharp glint that carried an ambition to look down on the world.

A jade belt was tied around his waist, further accentuating his tall and straight figure and extraordinary Aura.

It was none other than the Extinction King, Chu Xiangyu, who was once imprisoned in the Iron Blood Grand Prison and has now reappeared in the Jianghu!

He was also a royal relative who had been expelled from the family tree, changed his mother's surname, attempted to assassinate the emperor, tried to subvert the court, was ruthless, and walked the Jianghu under the name of Extinction.

His Aura was magnificent. He stepped on the soft muddy ground of the lake shore, yet left no trace, as if he were walking on the wind.

His surrounding Qi was perfectly contained and restrained, yet it subtly blended with this world, giving people a profound and unfathomable feeling.

"You provoked me and still want to run? It's not that easy!" Lu Jiuyuan threw his head back and laughed, "I'm about to show off:"

"Anyone I set my sights on, even if you go to heaven or hell, I'll drag you out and slaughter you."

Chu Xiangyu stopped ten feet in front of Lu Jiuyuan. This distance, for masters of their caliber, was already a fatal range that could be crossed in an instant.

He shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of regret, yet also a hidden arrogance: "Lu Jiuyuan, your swordsmanship is divine, and you are decisive in killing. You are a remarkable person. Why bother to serve that little emperor of the Zhu family?

A true man, born into this world, how can he remain in a subordinate position for long?

What the Zhu family can give you, we can also give, and even more! This vast land, shared among us, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Shared?"

Lu Jiuyuan looked as if he had heard the biggest joke: "Just you?

A good-for-nothing who could abandon his own ancestral surname, failed in regicide, and was imprisoned for over ten years like a stray dog, is he even worthy of talking about sharing the land?"