The Dust Settles
Daoist Master Tianmen's face was flushed with anger, his thick eyebrows raised, exuding a murderous aura.
"You might be at your wit's end, but that's not necessarily true! There's still a glimmer of hope!"
Zuo Lengchan truly lived up to his reputation as a ruthless and ambitious figure. Despite being surrounded on all sides, he not only did not feel defeated, but instead his ferocity was aroused.
He glared fiercely at Ji Boying, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Indeed, this was their last chance of survival. As long as Ji Boying was killed, none of the experts present had the power to stop them.
"Uncle Zuo, I'm afraid you're overthinking it."
Ji Boying took a small step forward, which made Zuo Lengchan and the Thirteen Taibao of the Songshan Sect feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The remaining twenty-odd top-notch masters of the Demonic Cult Sect also couldn't help but take two steps back and grip their weapons tightly, extremely tense.
"This junior will personally see you off!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw a flash of blue light.
It was unclear whether Ji Boying had moved or not, but his body seemed to have moved slightly.
Just like that!
Then he noticed that Zuo Lengchan had stopped talking.
He remained expressionless and motionless.
"Senior brother?"
Ding Mian and Lu Bai were somewhat worried.
The moment his hand lightly touched Zuo Lengchan, it was blasted away by a surge of internal force.
Suddenly, a line of blood appeared on Zuo Lengchan's neck, spurting outwards due to the effect of his internal force.
Blood bubbles began to appear in Zuo Lengchan's mouth.
A look of horror finally appeared on his face; he simply couldn't believe it.
He was still unwilling to give up, and he channeled his inner strength wildly, trying to stop his gradually fading life force.
But the more he circulated his internal energy from Mount Song, the redder his face became, and his meridians bulged.
The faint line of blood on his neck gradually revealed a hideous wound.
Despair finally crept into Zuo Lengchan's eyes.
The members of the Songshan Sect all wore expressions of grief and worry, but they dared not step forward or touch Zuo Lengchan again.
As Zuo Lengchan lay dying, he mobilized his inner strength and circulated his Cold Ice True Qi, pressing both hands tightly against his throat.
The chilling, Cold Ice True Qi did have some effect, hindering the gushing of blood.
Zuo Lengchan was indeed admirable; he gripped his throat tightly and managed to utter some muffled and hoarse sounds.
"Ha... ha... I will not be defeated... by your hand!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Yue Buqun.
Although Yue Buqun was a formidable rival in the past, he had always been able to suppress him, so as the victor, he didn't care much.
But now Yue Buqun is feeling great because his skill has surpassed his, which naturally makes Zuo Lengchan resentful.
Yue Buqun smiled, but there was not a trace of magnanimity in him; he did not look like a gentleman at all.
"Senior Brother Zuo, your skills in taking on and teaching disciples are inferior to mine. Doesn't that mean you've been defeated by me?"
Sharp-tongued and sarcastic, pressing his advantage.
"You!"
Zuo Lengchan angrily pointed at Yue Buqun.
Blood oozed from his fingertips and could no longer be contained.
The Thirteen Taibao also glared angrily at Yue Buqun.
Zuo Lengchan swayed unsteadily, then suddenly fell straight back and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Senior brother!"
Several bodyguards rushed to Zuo Lengchan's side with tears in their eyes.
Zuo Lengchan futilely clutched his throat, blood gushing from his mouth as he opened and closed it.
Finally, with no other choice, he left behind his last words, filled with resentment.
"My plan failed... it is... fate..."
The era of a powerful figure has finally come to an end.
Although Yue Buqun had just appeared smug, he still felt a pang of regret in his heart.
Looking back now, it's clear that Zuo Lengchan's plan was indeed flawed.
Ultimately, it was only because he was blessed by God and had great luck that he was able to receive such a disciple.
"Destiny is in my hands."
Yue Buqun murmured softly.
"Kill him! Avenge our senior brother!"
The eleven remaining members of the Thirteen Taibao, still not crippled, drew their swords and charged towards Ji Boying.
He no longer cared about Ji Boying's ghostly and terrifying kung fu.
Ji Boying's instant kill of Zuo Lengchan was also an experiment.
He had never unleashed his full power like this before.
His original Purple Mist True Qi already made him unparalleled in the martial arts world. When he unleashed the explosive power of the Azure Capital Purple Star Divine Skill, combined with his exquisite swordsmanship and unfathomable Lightness Skill, he took the life of the grandmaster Zuo Lengchan before anyone could even see him.
One example of Zuo Lengchan was not enough, and the arrival of the Thirteen Taibao was exactly what Ji Boying wanted.
The members of the Demonic Cult also rushed forward, not daring to let Ji Boying defeat them one by one.
But all of this was in vain!
Ji Boying was like lightning and thunder, and also like a sudden storm.
His figure moved like a ghost, flitting through the crowd. Sword flashes appeared one after another, and heads rolled to the ground.
The cold glint of the longsword mingled with a hazy, indistinct purple aura, forming a purple mist that enveloped the area within a few dozen steps.
Because his movements were too fast, no one could keep up with his figure or see any trace of his moves.
This cloud of purple mist enveloped the Thirteen Taibao of the Songshan Sect and also enveloped twenty or thirty top-tier masters of the Demonic Cult.
After a few breaths, Ji Boying's figure stopped again beside the group.
A standard Mount Hua- style longsword was dripping blood continuously.
Liu Zhengfeng and his group only felt a sudden emptiness before their eyes, their vision widening as the dozens of heads of Wu Yaya that had been blocking their way vanished.
There was only a layer of severed limbs and broken bodies on the ground, with blood flowing out continuously. Several bodies formed an open space, leaving a river of blood about an inch deep on the neatly paved bluestone floor.
A few breaths later, gasps of astonishment could be heard throughout the courtyard.
With Ji Boying's strength, even if the abbot of Shaolin and the head of Wudang went up together, they wouldn't be a match for him.
His strength must already be the best in the world!
The martial arts figures were shocked, fearful, or admiring, but after regaining their senses, they all surrounded each other and showered each other with flattering words.
Since he dared not speak directly with Ji Boying, Yue Buqun became even more sought after.
Yue Buqun felt he had never been so splendid in his life. His face was stiff with laughter as he kept bowing to these martial arts figures.
The Lord Zhang, who came to deliver the Imperial Decree, also had his pupils constricted.
He had a great deal of respect for Ji Boying because although the Ji Family was not in the imperial court, they had a great reputation and a long history. Over the years, some of their students and former officials, though not daring to go against their wishes to disturb them, had always shown them great respect.
Lord Zhang also heard that the Ji Family's son had gone up the mountain to become a martial artist.
Many high-ranking officials sighed inwardly upon hearing this, but they also knew that this family had come here because they did things their own way, so they respected their wishes.
Lord Zhang never expected that Young Master Ji would develop such terrifying skills so soon after arriving on the mountain.
Lord Zhang naturally also got a share of the credit for Liu Zhengfeng's affair.
I already admired Young Master Ji's quick wit. Some people say that Zuo Lengchan imitated Duanmu Ci, but looking at Ji Boying's strategic planning, he is clearly the real Zigong.
But looking at his martial prowess now, how could he be a Confucian Zigong? He is clearly the ancient Elai Lord Guan reborn!