76: Lu Xiaofeng: I must kill my cousin, you can't stop me!

"At the foot of the mountain, there's a haunted house, layers upon layers, eerie and terrifying. In each room, a crystal box was found, and beside each box were numerous withered bones. Can you give me an explanation?"

"Don't move! Who told you to touch those boxes? You deserve to die!" When those crystal boxes were mentioned, Ye Lingfeng's eyes immediately turned red.

His killing intent surged.

"What boxes?" Ximen Chuixue frowned.

"Just some body fragments. Ninety-three rooms, and in each room, a crystal box was hidden. In each box, a portion of the body fragments was hidden."

"Dismembered into ninety-three pieces, you have long since gone mad. What lives on is merely a shell of obsession!"

"Don't you dare touch Shen Sanniang! How dare you touch Shen Sanniang? Shen Sanniang is mine! Shen Sanniang is mine!" Ye Lingfeng roared, charging directly at Lu Jiuyuan.

"Those who saw Shen Sanniang deserve to die, and those who touched Shen Sanniang deserve to die..."

Lu Jiuyuan faced Ye Lingfeng's beast-like lunge, reeking of mud and decay, his form unmoving, but his gaze suddenly turned cold.

"Fool!"

A low shout, like a clap of thunder, exploded in Ye Lingfeng's violent and chaotic mind.

Just as those filthy, nail-cracked hands were about to touch his blue robe—

"Buzz!"

The unique, low hum of the Guhong Sword instantly tore through the viscous air around them!

There was no motion of drawing the sword, no sign of gathering momentum!

Lu Jiuyuan's right hand, holding the sword, simply extended forward in an extremely natural motion, as if brushing away a willow catkin floating before his eyes!

Fast! An extreme speed that transcended ordinary perception!

A pure, cold, silver gleam, carrying the essence of all things withering into deathly silence, erupted from his knee!

The four-sided, prismatic sword tip, in the dim light, reflected a chilling star that made one's heart palpitate!

It ignored Ye Lingfeng's wildly flailing claw-shadows, ignored his beast-like roars, ignored the turbulent, chaotic Qi energy around him, powerful enough to tear apart ordinary experts!

Target—Ye Lingfeng's chest, which burned with endless delusion and decayed from the mire's erosion!

In Ye Lingfeng's frenzied, turbid pupils, that suddenly magnified cold star was reflected!

The exquisite Wudang sword techniques he had cultivated his entire life, the Ladder Cloud Ascent lightness skill and movement technique he was famous for, were as fragile as paper lanterns before this ultimate "speed" and "kill"!

All the madness, all the hatred, all the pain, at this moment, seemed to be frozen and pierced through by that cold star!

He didn't even have time to think, to fear, or to make any effective defense or evasion.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade entering flesh was soft and muffled, carrying a sense of stagnation as flesh, blood, and bone were forcibly pried open and torn by the distinct edges of the sword.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely at this moment.

Ye Lingfeng's charging, mud-splattered, ferocious body was like a beast pinned in mid-air by an invisible giant nail, coming to an abrupt halt!

All his movements, all his roars, solidified in this instant.

He lowered his head in disbelief.

In his vision was the cold sword blade that had pierced through his chest.

Its edges were distinct, shimmering with an emotionless silver gleam, rapidly being stained red by his own hot, viscous blood.

The blood, like a tiny stream, silently slid down the four-sided sword blade, dripping onto the thick, decaying fallen leaves below, making a faint "tap, tap" sound.

Fast! Unimaginably fast!

So fast that he only saw a flash of sword light, so fast that he only felt a chill in his heart.

It was as if this sword was destined to end his already twisted life at this moment, in this place, in this manner.

Lu Jiuyuan's wrist was extremely steady, without the slightest tremor.

His sword-holding arm was like the hardest bedrock.

After the Guhong Sword pierced through Ye Lingfeng's heart, its tip emerged from his back, and residual blood beads slowly gathered along the edges.

The madness, violence, and hatred in his eyes rapidly dissipated like a receding tide.

In its place was an incredible bewilderment: "Such a fast sword!"

His eyes instantly cleared. Looking at the blue-robed swordsman before him, he seemed to see his twenty-year-old self, as elegant as a jade tree in the wind, and the gently smiling Shen Sanniang.

"Fool, it's time to wake up!" Lu Jiuyuan gently called out, "Your life was tragic, and you massacred countless people!"

"Thank you. Daoist Mu deserves to die. Please don't harm Ye Ling and Ye Xue... They are not bad children..." His heavy body could no longer support him. His knees buckled,

and as if all his bones had been removed, he fell heavily onto the muddy ground with a "thud."

A generation's Wudang prodigy, the Jade Tree Swordsman Ye Lingfeng, thus met his demise.

Lu Jiuyuan slowly withdrew the Guhong Sword, tilting the blade and gently blowing away a drop of blood from its tip.

"You're imitating me again!" Ximen Chuixue clenched his fist.

"I don't have a handkerchief!" Lu Jiuyuan said righteously.

"Whether you have a handkerchief or not is your business, why do you always imitate me?"

"Because, experts are lonely! It has a certain charm!

Don't be angry, Ximen. Let's bury him, and find those ninety-three body pieces and bury them all together."

..."Lu Xiaofeng!" Old Handle of the Saber looked at the Four Eyebrows scoundrel before him.

"Many thanks, many thanks!" Lu Xiaofeng cupped his hands, "Thank you for taking me in. I'm truly sorry for bringing you a little trouble."

"To be able to escape with your life from those two, Lu Xiaofeng, I truly don't know how to praise you!"

"Lu Jiuyuan showed mercy. He only wanted to castrate me, not kill me! If he were determined to kill, I don't think anyone in this world could escape." Lu Xiaofeng said with a solemn expression,

"Without witnessing the Yamas Summons firsthand, it's impossible to imagine what kind of terror that is!"

"The Sword Devil can still be dealt with, but the Yamas Summons is unparalleled in the world!"

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng in such a state, Old Handle of the Saber was also shocked. Four Eyebrows Lu Xiaofeng, with his top-tier strength, though slightly weaker than himself, was still a rare opponent in the world.

Such an expert, yet he spoke these words. Lu Xiaofeng was the Sword Devil's closest friend and the one who understood him best.

It seems my choice to avoid their Edge and retreat with everyone was indeed correct.

"Now they all believe you are dead. To make your death credible, I abandoned Netherworld Manor."

Old Handle of the Saber said calmly, "So, as the price for sheltering you and keeping you alive, you must help me with one thing."

"I've tested you a few times. Do you trust me now?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

"I was almost emasculated by that scoundrel cousin of mine. If such a thing really happened, even if it cost me my life, I would kill him."

Lu Xiaofeng thought for a moment, then added, "Even now, if I get the chance, I will still kill him! You cannot stop me from doing this."