novelhk Chapter 136 Murder
Chapter 136 Murder
Ding Mian and the others didn't have time to refute Zhao Yu.
Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, and then at Zhao Yu, who was calm and composed with no sign of disorder in his breathing, the hearts of the group sank to the bottom.
"As expected of the new number one in the world."
The Whiteboard Demon licked his lips, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes: "However, your lover from the Five Poisons Sect killed my disciple, Qinghai Yixiao. Today, I, your grandfather, will fight you to the death!"
After saying that, he roared, picked up the double hooks from the ground, and pounced on Zhao Yu again.
Seeing this, Ding Mian gritted his teeth and said, "Gentlemen, this man's lightness skill is superb. If we only care about escaping, we will only be defeated one by one. It's better to fight to the death! Today, it's either him or me! Attack together and kill him!"
Even so, Ding Mian knew in his heart that they were probably in grave danger today.
Before going up, he secretly gave Di Xiu a wink, signaling him to find a chance to escape quickly.
Di Xiu is Zuo Lengchan's second disciple and cannot die here. Moreover, someone must bring the news back to Songshan and inform Zuo Lengchan.
Di Xiu understood and quietly landed behind the group, slowly moving towards the courtyard gate.
The crowd surged forward again.
The Whiteboard Demon Star charged at the forefront, his double hooks wielding impenetrable magic, each move aimed precisely at Zhao Yu's vitals.
Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and the others also launched a desperate attack, trying to entangle Zhao Yu.
But just when the battle reached its most intense moment...
The Whiteboard Demon suddenly let out a strange cry, leaped up, and stepped on the head of a Songshan disciple, using the force to abruptly change direction.
Without even glancing at the crowd, he turned and used his lightness skill to dash out of the courtyard.
"You whiteboard devil! You scoundrel!" Ding Mian shouted angrily, his eyes blazing with fury.
But the Whiteboard Demon didn't even turn his head, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
He came from a gangster background and believed in the principle of "better to die than to die yourself."
You can take on another apprentice if they die, but if you lose your own life, you lose everything.
He would never fight Zhao Yu to the death for the sake of the Songshan Sect; his previous anger was just an act.
Ding Mian was trembling with anger, but there was nothing he could do.
"Di Xiu! Run!" Ding Mian shouted, "We'll hold him off!"
Di Xiu dared not delay and turned to run towards the courtyard gate.
"Want to leave? Did you ask me?"
Zhao Yu snorted coldly. His purpose in coming here was to kill and establish his authority, so how could he let them escape so easily?
He took a deep breath, circulated the Northern Darkness True Qi within his body to its maximum, and then let out a loud shout.
"Ah!"
Zhao Yu's shout contained a mental attack from the Soul Transfer Technique.
Ding Mian and the others were already afraid of Zhao Yu, and this loud shout shocked them so much that they felt dizzy, weak in the limbs, and their internal energy circulation became extremely sluggish.
In the instant they were lost in thought.
Zhao Yu's figure blurred, and nine figures split off from the spot, like nine wisps of green smoke, each flashing towards Ding Mian and the others.
Each figure used different martial arts moves—palms, fists, fingers, claws—each unique, yet all hitting the vital points.
next moment.
The nine figures merged into one.
With his back to everyone, Zhao Yu slowly finished his practice.
"Quick...run away..."
Blood gushed from Ding Mian's mouth as he managed to utter two words with difficulty.
Immediately afterwards, he and Lu Bai and the others went limp and collapsed to the ground, dying instantly.
Of the Thirteen Protectors of Mount Song, four more have fallen today.
Zhao Yu didn't even look back at them. He flashed away and chased after Di Xiu in the direction he had fled.
Di Xiu clutched his severed arm and ran forward with all his might. He dared not look back, only wishing that his parents had given him two more legs.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of clothes rustling in the wind behind him, and it was getting closer and closer.
Despair crept into Di Xiu's eyes.
"Spare...spare my life..."
Di Xiu trembled as he tried to beg for mercy.
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yu brushed past him and casually patted Di Xiu's head.
Di Xiu froze, still in a pleading posture, his eyes unfocused. He took two steps forward, then collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless.
At that moment, the shouts of night patrol soldiers could be heard in the distance.
"There's a body? Help! Help!"
Zhao Yu glanced up but ignored him. He identified the direction the Whiteboard Fiend had fled in and chased after him again.
Not long after, Zhao Yu caught up with the Whiteboard Killer in a quiet alley.
"Zhao Yu, don't push your luck!" The Whiteboard Fiend turned around, brandishing his twin hooks, and said with a fierce but weak voice, "I admit, I'm no match for you. If you spare my life today, I'll leave the Central Plains immediately and never set foot in the martial world again!"
Zhao Yu shook his head, his tone calm: "From the day you stepped into the martial world and took up arms to kill, you should have been prepared to be killed. He who kills will always be killed. Make your move."
"You're asking for death!" A ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of the Whiteboard Killer.
He knew begging for mercy was useless, so he decided to fight back.
He roared and thrust out both hooks, aiming straight for Zhao Yu. At the same time, a cloud of poison powder was also thrown at Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu chuckled softly, his figure flickered, and he passed through the gap between the double hooks like a ghost.
After dodging the poison powder, Zhao Yu struck the Whiteboard Killer in the chest with a palm strike.
"puff--"
The Whiteboard Demon spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps. He looked down at his chest and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"Such fast movement..."
Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Zhao Yu looked at his corpse and gently shook his head.
"In this world of 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer,' martial arts are indeed lacking. There are really no masters left after Dongfang Bubai. No wonder he only focuses on embroidering on Blackwood Cliff; these people are really too weak."
After his reflections, Zhao Yu didn't linger. With a flash, he disappeared into the night.
Inside the Taoist temple, Lan Fenghuang, disregarding her injuries, paced restlessly in the courtyard.
Upon seeing Zhao Yu return, she immediately went to greet him, her face full of worry.
"Ah Lang, you're finally back! How are you? Are you alright?"
Zhao Yu smiled and reassured him, "Don't worry, they can't hurt me. I've already killed Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and the others to avenge you."
"real?"
Lan Fenghuang excitedly rushed into Zhao Yu's arms: "My good brother, you are so amazing."
Zhao Yu held her, but felt a little hesitant.
After a moment, he gently pushed Lan Fenghuang away, touched his nose, and looked a little embarrassed.
"Phoenix, there's something I've been keeping from you, and I don't know... if you'd be willing to listen."
"What is it?" Blue Phoenix looked at him curiously.
Zhao Yu took a deep breath: "Actually, I already have a confidante. Her surname is Lin, and she is also a female knight-errant. I met her before I came here, and we... have been together for a long time."
He didn't reveal the secret of traversing between the two worlds; he only told her about Lin Chaoying's existence.
The smile on Lan Fenghuang's face gradually disappeared, and her expression darkened.
Zhao Yu's heart tightened, and he quickly tried to explain.