"Kill!"
Lin Mo attacked, his killing intent surging.
His power was explosive and swift, his slender sword tearing through the air with a piercing whistle.
"Patriarch Hong, Hong Yu is a mber of your Hong Family, after all. Are you really just going to stand by and watch?" Wang Shicheng asked mockingly.
Hong Yuanfeng glanced at him and said lightly, "He's just an abandoned disciple of the Sword Sect. The Hong Family has no shortage of little guys like him."
"Tsk, tsk. As expected of the Hong Family. It's not like my Wang Family, where my Wang ng is already considered a prized genius just for being in the Sword Sect's Outer Sect." Wang Shicheng glanced at Lin Mo and clicked his tongue in admiration. "Patriarch Lin's strength is getting more and more impressive. When he unleashes his Soft Sword techniques, even I would have to expend so effort to deal with him."
Hong Yuanfeng nodded. "Lin Mo is indeed impressive."
"Patriarch Hong, who do you think will win between the two of them?"
Hong Yuanfeng said lightly, "It should be Lin Mo. I heard that a few months ago, he spent a fortune at the Underground Alliance to purchase a Half-Step Mortal-Level Sword Skill. With his cultivation, even I would have to take him seriously if he used it, let alone an abandoned disciple like Hong Yu."
Wang Shicheng gave a slight nod.
Clearly, in his eyes, Hong Yu was just an abandoned disciple from the Sword Sect who couldn't make any big waves.
Their attention was fixed on Hong Yu and Lin Mo.
"Sword Skill—Falling Petals!"
With a flourish of his hands, Lin Mo sent his blade dancing.
A flurry of dazzling, disorienting sword edges whistled through the air like snowflakes, ethereal and unpredictable—a true shower of falling petals.
A cyan light flashed in Hong Yu's left eye as understanding dawned on him. 'So it's a Half-Step Mortal-Level Sword Skill. No wonder Lin Mo is so confident.' Then, the corners of his lips curled into a playful smirk.
He took a small step back.
When Wang Shicheng saw this, a trace of disdain flickered in his eyes. 'Has the little guy gotten scared before the fight even started?'
"Hmph. An abandoned disciple is still an abandoned disciple. If my son, Renjie, were here, he would definitely choose to face that attack head-on. In a battle between masters, the greatest taboo is to lose your montum..." Hong Yuanfeng's voice was filled with disdain for Hong Yu and imnse pride for his son, Hong Renjie.
Wang Shicheng nodded. "Your Renjie is a True Disciple of imnse strength. How could a little bastard like Hong Yu possibly compare?"
"Hong Yu, die!"
Lin Mo's face twisted with savage coldness.
The dazzling sword light transford into a rain of blades, enveloping Hong Yu.
Just as he was about to be riddled with holes, at that critical mont, Hong Yu—who had appeared to be retreating—suddenly pulled back his fist and punched.
It was a perfectly ordinary punch.
The blow was plain and unadorned. It wasn't a Martial Skill, much less a Secret Technique.
Aside from the faint golden light of the Eight Desolates Saint Slaying Technique suffusing the air around his fist, he hadn't even used the Vibrating Rune Technique.
However, when the seemingly fierce and ethereal Sword Auras t his fist, they shattered as cleanly as glass, dissolving into a sky full of glittering specks. With unstoppable montum, Hong Yu's punch annihilated the dazzling Sword Auras and shot straight toward Lin Mo's face like a heaven-shattering blow.
Lin Mo's pupils dilated. Staring at the fist that grew ever larger in his vision, a cry of disbelief escaped his throat. "N-No, impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible!"
Hong Yu's lips curled into a cold smile.
BOOM!
The punch smashed squarely into Lin Mo's face.
"Gah!"
With a scream, hot blood sprayed from Lin Mo's mouth and nose. His vision swam as he toppled backward.
THUD!
He landed heavily on the ground.
Lin Mo's face, centered on his nose, had caved in completely. He was unconscious.
Hong Yu shook the blood from his fist and muttered, "Good thing I pulled my punch. Otherwise, your head would've exploded. A scene like that would be too gory for Yaoyao to see!"
The muscles on Wang Shicheng's old face twitched.
Hong Yuanfeng's eye twitched violently.
Yun ngyao and Xue Butong exchanged a stunned glance.
The crowd, who had just been waiting to see Hong Yu get defeated by Lin Mo, was utterly speechless.
Who could have possibly imagined it? The great Lin Mo, the second-strongest expert in Shishui City, taken out by Hong Yu with a single punch?
"Is... is that guy really an abandoned disciple?"
"If their abandoned disciples are this powerful, then the Cyan Nether Sword Sect must be terrifyingly strong!"
Wang Shicheng twisted his stiff neck to look at Hong Yuanfeng. "P-Patriarch Hong, a-are you sure Hong Yu was an abandoned disciple cast out by the Sword Sect?"
"Th-this... I..."
For a mont, Hong Yuanfeng was at a loss for words.
Although he held himself in high regard as the number one expert of Shishui City, he knew that defeating Lin Mo would require considerable ti and effort.
But taking out Lin Mo with a single punch like Hong Yu had? That was sothing he was absolutely incapable of doing.
'But... if Hong Yu isn't an abandoned disciple, then why is he here?'
Hong Yuanfeng's thoughts were in a jumble.
Wang Shicheng swallowed hard. "Patriarch Hong, now that it's co to this, the decision is up to you."
Hong Yuanfeng cursed inwardly, 'That old fox! Whoever moves first now will draw all of Hong Yu's attention. He's just trying to push into the line of fire!'
"So be it."
Hong Yuanfeng sighed softly, his gaze on Hong Yu growing more complex.
But because of the strength Hong Yu had displayed by taking out Lin Mo, Hong Yuanfeng's tone was considerably softer. "Hong Yu, I never imagined you would make such great progress in the Cyan Nether Sword Sect in just over half a year. However, no matter how strong you've beco, you are still a disciple of the Hong Family. I can let what happened today slide, but you will not interfere in the affairs of the Spirit Pill Pavilion."
Even though an expert from their side had been brutally beaten and practically crippled by Hong Yu, Wang Shicheng didn't have the slightest objection to Hong Yuanfeng's decision.
Looking at the unconscious Lin Mo on the ground, his life uncertain, Wang Shicheng felt a phantom chill on his own nose. He had no desire to beco the next Lin Mo.
Hearing this, Xue Butong also recovered from the shock of seeing Hong Yu take out Lin Mo. He sighed in defeat. "Little Brother Hong Yu, just agree to their terms. I, Xue, am already incredibly grateful that you were willing to stand with at a ti like this..."
Hong Yuanfeng said, "As long as you stop interfering, I guarantee that once we have the Pill Recipe for the Breaking Forbidden Spirit Pill, we will absolutely not harm Master Xue."
As far as Hong Yuanfeng was concerned, he had already made a huge concession.
'If Hong Yu still doesn't know what's good for him, it's not like I lack the power to keep him here,' he thought.
Under everyone's gaze, Hong Yu just pursed his lips. "Sorry, Brother Xue is a good friend of mine. More than that, he helped take care of my little sister for half a year. I'm indebted to him, plain and simple. His business is my business, and no one can make abandon it."
"You..."
"Hong Yu, you're choosing the hard way over the easy way."
"You're too arrogant! Do you really think there's nothing we can do to you?"
The faces of Wang Shicheng and Hong Yuanfeng were livid, and furious flas danced in their dark eyes.
Hong Yu just shrugged. "Sorry, I don't drink."
"Patriarch Hong, it looks like we'll have to join forces," Wang Shicheng said.
"Fine!"
Wang Shicheng and Hong Yuanfeng attacked at the sa ti.
One was a Late-stage Earth Soul Realm expert, the other was at the Peak of the Earth Soul Realm. Together, their combined combat power was comparable to a ninth or tenth-ranked True Disciple.
Despite the overwhelming pressure of their combined auras, Hong Yu remained unmoved.
He took a deep breath and slowly drew back his fists.
Just as Wang Shicheng and Hong Yuanfeng closed in, he unleashed a punch with each hand.
A Left Hook, moving faster than lightning, smashed into Wang Shicheng's right cheek.
His right hook, like a clap of Prajna Thunder, struck Hong Yuanfeng's right cheek.
CRACK! CRACK!
Both of their faces distorted grotesquely.
The imnse force traveled from their faces through their entire bodies, sending the two n—titans who dominated Shishui City—soaring high into the air. They spun wildly, one, two, three... more than a dozen tis before crashing to the ground with two heavy THUDS.
A collective gasp went through the crowd.
"Holy shit! Not even the number one expert, Hong Yuanfeng, is a match for him?"
"Is... is this Hong Yu really an abandoned disciple cast out by the Cyan Nether Sword Sect? Damn, he's just too strong!"
Thousands of onlookers were dumbfounded, utterly speechless.
Xue Butong and Yun ngyao glanced at each other, then couldn't help but rub their eyes in unison, finding it all too hard to believe.
How long had it been?
Had the youth who was once at the Half-Step Earth Soul Realm really grown this powerful already?
"Cough... cough, cough..."
Hong Yuanfeng struggled to his feet, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
He spat out two broken teeth, his face twisted into a savage mask as he glared at Hong Yu. "B-Bastard! You dare to strike , the Patriarch? Hong Yu, you're dead! Even if you flee back to the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, my son, Renjie, will make you wish you were dead!"
"Hong Renjie? Is he supposed to be strong?"
Hong Yu asked, blinking with feigned innocence.
Hong Yuanfeng was stunned for a mont, then flew into a rage. "You idiot! You wasted all your ti at the Cyan Nether Sword Sect! You've never even heard of my son, Renjie? He is a True Disciple of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, an incredibly powerful one! If he were to act, you wouldn't stand a chance of survival! You dared to hit ... you're a dead man!"
Hong Yuanfeng's face was grim as he continued to shout, about to unleash more threats.
Just then, the Golden Holy Dragon, which had been lying bored on the rooftop, gave a slight shake. A dazed voice suddenly ca from its back. "A True Disciple? What about a True Disciple? Hong Yu, where are we?"
It was none other than the Third Elder, Hong Tianduan, who had passed out from the Golden Holy Dragon's terrifying speed.
He squinted, fighting back a wave of nausea as he stood up on the dragon's back. Seeing the lively scene around him, Hong Tianduan was completely baffled. He leaped down to Hong Yu's side and asked blankly, "Are we in Shishui City already? Hong Yu, who are these guys?"
"Th-Third Elder? Why are you with him?" Hong Yuanfeng stared at Hong Tianduan in disbelief.
Hong Tianduan paused, eyeing Hong Yuanfeng with confusion. "And who's this ugly weirdo? How do you know ?"
"..."
Hong Yuanfeng's eye twitched. "I... I am the Patriarch, Hong Yuanfeng."
"Ah? You're the Patriarch?"
Hong Tianduan stared, and after a closer look, his expression changed dramatically. "Patriarch! Who beat you into this state? Fucking hell, this is outrageous! Soone actually dared to strike the Patriarch of the Hong Family? Don't you worry, Patriarch. Hong Yu is now the First True Disciple of the Sword Sect! With him around, even if the King of the Fengyue Kingdom himself hit you, he'd have to crawl back and apologize!"
Hong Tianduan started pulling Hong Yuanfeng toward Hong Yu, muttering as he went, "You can rest easy, Patriarch. Hong Yu is incredible now. Not only is he the First True Disciple, but he's also a Direct Disciple of the Sword Sect's Elder Bai. His status is unbelievably high! Just point out the person who hit you, and I'll have Hong Yu get revenge for you!"
"Huh? Patriarch, why do you look so terrible? Are your injuries that bad?"
Hong Tianduan looked at Hong Yuanfeng with a concerned expression, completely oblivious to the fact that as he finished speaking, the once-raucous street had fallen utterly, deathly silent...
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