Small Is Cute Too

The Four Swords of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum appear before my eyes like a fleeting dream

Before I could react to anything, I just felt a lightness all over my body.

I didn't even have time to hear the wind whistling past my ears.

Then I felt a sudden weight on my body, and my legs went weak.

But they have already put their feet on the ground.

The four women took a breath before exchanging bewildered glances.

What terrifying Lightness Skill!

No, it's not just about Lightness Skill.

It also possesses unimaginable inner strength.

Who exactly is this man in front of me?

Could he also be an old monster who never ages?

The Four Swords of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, and Chrysanthemum, lacked both skill and insight.

It's hard to tell whether his skill level is deeper or that of the Child Granny.

But in terms of Lightness Skill alone, this person is probably stronger.

Could this person be the junior brother that the old woman mentioned by chance?

There is no room for the Four Swords of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum to ponder.

He was so enraged by the horrific scene before him that he lost his mind.

The women of the Juntian Division were in a sorry state, all of them injured.

They were surrounded and killed by the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands in this great hall.

They fought desperately but were already in dire straits.

Many of the women have been left with disabilities.

Many people are unrecognizable.

Many people have lost limbs.

Hearing so many outsiders spewing vulgarities and constantly mocking and cursing at their sisters only fueled their anger.

The four of them retained a last shred of consciousness.

Knowing that against such a powerful offensive, the four of them would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly futile.

The four sisters turned back to Ji Boying, their eyes pleading pitifully.

"Senior..."

Ji Boying merely frowned slightly at the chaotic scene.

But then I heard some familiar voices.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! You've already won, just stop killing people."

What's that silly boy Duan Yu Duan Yu here?

Although, according to the plot, he should indeed be here.

But hasn't the situation changed drastically now?

Duan Yu and his group should have focused on Shaolin Temple.

"Hey, don't chase us! We have no grudge against each other."

"Young Master Murong, please let us go. I promise I will never be your enemy again."

Hearing these words, Ji Boying was extremely surprised.

He then gave a soft hum towards the field.

It was as if a large bell had tolled once in the hall.

The people who were killing and hacking each other stopped what they were doing.

It's hard not to feel a bit horrified.

"Is it the Lion's Roar Skill? Is it the Lion's Roar Skill from Shaolin Temple?"

"Who goes there? Don't play tricks!"

Ji Boying certainly didn't mean to play tricks.

She jumped directly to the throne that usually belonged to the Tianshan Child Elder in front of the main hall.

Standing there, overlooking the chaotic scene in the field.

Then I heard a surprised voice.

"Great! Yu Yan, Great Hero Ji is here too. We're saved!"

Duan Yu, holding Wang Yuyan's hand, moved with the Lingbo Weibu martial arts technique), weaving through the crowd of heroes.

In no time at all, he was beside Ji Boying.

Ji Boying was also quite surprised to see their two little hands clasped tightly together.

He looked at Duan Yu with great surprise, whose face was filled with the Duan Yu of surviving a disaster.

This, this silly boy... licked it so fast? He got it already?

"Young Master Duan? What's going on here?"

"Great Hero Ji, we have to trouble you to save us again, and we also have to trouble you to hold off Young Master Murong. We are so Duan Yu, Duan Yu really doesn't know how to repay you."

Duan Yu was very sincere.

Although Ji Boying really wanted to get to the bottom of things, the Four Swords of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, all glared at Duan Yu with dissatisfaction.

This is the time to solve the major problem of their Vulture Peak Palace.

But then this silly kid suddenly appeared, cluelessly steers the conversation off-topic.

"Hey kid, who are you?"

"Are you perhaps the lover of these bastards?"

Ji Boying glanced at these people with a hint of disgust.

Although the Tianshan Child Elder is not a good person, the Vulture Peak Palace is not necessarily full of good people either. Their methods of dealing with these subordinates are extremely ruthless, and they certainly don't treat these people as human beings.

But are the people of these Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands any kind of upright gentlemen?

Their conflict appears to be either a rebellion against the oppression of the Vulture Peak Palace or a full-blown uprising.

Ji Boying, however, did not have that many opinions.

In his eyes, it was nothing more than dogs fighting each other.

However, there are many beautiful women in the Vulture Peak Palace. As soon as they met, the Four Swords of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, asked for help.

Originally a group of willful and capricious women, they knew that this was their savior, so no one spoke ill of Ji Boying, and no one provoked Ji Boying's disgust.

Compared to the Thirty-Six Caves, the Seventy-Two Islands are vicious, aggressive, and full of foul language.

Upon meeting, it barked wildly at Ji Boying.

It goes without saying that Ji Boying learned the martial arts of the Vulture Peak Palace.

Just watch these dogs fight; one group wags its tail obediently, and their cute appearance is pleasing to the eye.

One group was ugly, filthy, and barking wildly at itself.

It goes without saying which side they stand on.

"Are you going to stick your neck out?"

A handsome young man in his thirties stepped out from behind.

The heroes of these Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands, a bunch of unreasonable people, actually made way for each other and stood respectfully on both sides.

Four men followed behind this young master.

The two men looked wary, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Wang Yuyan closed her face in pain.

Duan Yu stretched out his arms and stood in front of Wang Yuyan.

Ji Boying recognized the two people behind the young man waving the fan.

Naturally, it became clear who was speaking.

"Are you Murong Fu?"

Ji Boying asked the question casually, from a superior position.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Murong Fu's face.

He still waved his folding fan, trying to appear elegant and magnanimous.

"I am Gusu Murong Fu."

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ji Boying, exuding elegance and confidence.

This made Ji Boying's lips twitch as if he wanted to laugh.

Murong Fu, sweating Feng Bo'e, gestured strangely to Murong Fu, while Bao Butong trembled with Bao Butong.

Don't you know who I am?

Murong Fu closed his folding fan.

I was just about to let out a disdainful snort.

Bao Butong's hands trembled as he kept tugging at Murong Fu's clothes.

Murong Fu let out a cold snort, feeling his spirit had been dampened, and was furious.

He tore the clothes away from Bao Butong's hands.

He glared fiercely at Bao Butong.

I never expected him to be so useless.

But little did Murong Fu know the worries in Bao Butong's heart.

Bao Butong wasn't afraid of death.

Bao Butong was afraid that Murong Fu would seek death.

The old man did indeed fake his death to escape, and now that the news has been exposed, most of the martial arts world in the Central Plains is hostile towards the Murong Family.

While it's not necessarily the case that a fight will break out the moment they meet, it inevitably makes things a bit difficult for people to move forward.

Since the old master was killed by Xiao Feng, how could his young master be a match for Xiao Feng?

But Xiao Feng was no match for the man before him.

If the young master gets angry again and angers this person, he will be killed with a single blow.

Forget about any grand ambitions; the Murong Family has been completely wiped out.

If he wasn't worried about Murong Fu Bao Butong, why would he have made such a disheveled appearance?

I've lost all face in my life.

For someone like him, what is there to fear even in death?

But little did they know that Young Master Murong was completely ungrateful.

Murong Fu, whose strength had greatly increased, was very dissatisfied with Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e's behavior of undermining his own morale before even engaging in combat.

I felt extremely embarrassed.

Murong Fu ignored the hints and advice from Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e.

He said in a disdainful voice.

"I've heard my servants mention it a couple of times; those servants really admire your skills."

Murong Fu spoke in a sarcastic tone, clearly wanting to get his revenge.

Every time he opens his mouth, he compares Ji Boying to a lackey.

Ji Boying wasn't particularly angry at this moment.

He just found it hilarious.

I really can't understand it. What makes Murong Fu so confident?

Just as he was about to open his mouth to make a sarcastic remark, Ji Boying, who was usually eloquent and persuasive, suddenly became speechless.

Ji Boying felt that mocking Murong Fu with words was a very low-class act.

Therefore, I have absolutely no interest in engaging in verbal battles.

"That person's martial arts have greatly improved. His father passed on all his skills to him before he died. Although he may not be able to fully absorb them, it is enough to double his strength. Young Master Ji, please be careful."

Wang Yuyan stood behind Duan Yu with her head down, offering a quiet reminder.

The room was so quiet that her whispered reminder couldn't escape anyone's notice.

Murong Fu's expression grew increasingly grim.

Ji Boying finally understood why Murong Fu was so weak, yet so confident.

It turns out he inherited his father's estate.

So it seems his father is dead.

It should still be credited to Xiao Feng and his group.

Thinking about it, that makes sense. Murong Fu was just an ordinary martial arts genius.

Unlike Xiao Feng, he did not possess strong combat talent.

Therefore, his strength is considered top-notch in the martial arts world.

But his inner strength and methods are still very much in line with his age.

He was only twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, barely reaching thirty.

He looked a little haggard; although he was still full of confidence, his face still appeared somewhat weathered.

Presumably, the Murong Family has also suffered a great change, and his father's actions have brought him too much trouble and shock.

His father's death was another major blow to him.

That's why I look a few years older.

"Young Master Murong, you don't need to do this little thing. I'm happy to take care of it."

A middle-aged man jumped out carrying a sword.

It actually had a rather obsequious tone.

Even if Murong Fu's skill level doubled, would he be able to subdue these people in front of him?

Murong Fu doesn't seem like the kind of person who has that ability.

"He is also Zhuo Bufan from the One-Word Wisdom Sword Sect. His swordsmanship is extraordinary, and he calls himself the Sword God."

Wang Yuyan introduced it in a low voice from behind.

Neither of them said anything about being extra careful.

Clearly, she did not believe that this imposing and extraordinary Sword God could be a match for Ji Boying.

Zhuo Bufan walked to the front.

In front of everyone, he swiftly displayed several exquisite sword techniques.

He held his long sword horizontally.

Suddenly, a half-foot-long Sword Light flickered.

Like a venomous snake spitting its venom, it flickered and swayed, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, exuding a dangerous aura.

Zhuo Bufan casually made a few strokes in front of him.

The stone steps and handrails blocking his way in the stone fortress were sliced to shreds by him, as easily as cutting tofu.

A few soft gasps escaped the crowd.

Although these people had already witnessed Zhuo Bufan's abilities, they still found it somewhat unbelievable every time they saw Zhuo Bufan use them.

Zhuo Bufan felt smug.

Having displayed his prowess, he drew his sword and charged towards Ji Boying.

This presented a significant challenge for Ji Boying.

With so many methods at my disposal, which one should I choose to crush this so-called Sword God?

It has to be said that Zhuo Bufan is the Sword God with the lowest style.

A half-foot Sword Light is indeed powerful, but in this martial arts world, it is far from being considered top-tier.

Seeing Zhuo Bufan rush up.

Ji Boying also expressed his respect for this Sword God.

He solemnly drew his old iron sword from its scabbard.

With a clang, the iron sword was in his hand.

Propel the Sword Qi.

A flash of purple light appeared on the sword.

With a whoosh.

Suddenly, a purple beam of light appeared.

Before Zhuo Bufan could reach Ji Boying, a Sword Light three zhang long was already pressed against Zhuo Bufan throat.

Zhuo Bufan froze on the spot.

They dared not move an inch.

The Sword Light was filled with a dangerous aura.

Even if it's just an ordinary iron sword, it's enough to instill fear when pressed against one's throat.

Not to mention, this is Sword Light that can cut through iron like mud, cut through stone like dirt, and is indestructible!

A purple Sword Light, three zhang long, extended from the high seat at the head of the table.

It stretched across almost half of the main hall.

In particular, the Sword Light was incredibly solid, neither flickering nor dimming, just like a peerless sword forged from a purple meteorite from outer space.

The once bustling store is now completely silent.

Both Murong Fu and the members of the Thirty-Six Caves were shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The one who was most devastated was naturally Zhuo Bufan.

He remained standing there, not daring to move.

Sword Light three zhang long was pressed against his neck.

He held a sword in his right hand and made a sword gesture with his left, still looking as imposing as ever.

It just seemed so ridiculous in this stalemate.

The iron sword in his hand was still flickering with a half-foot-long Sword Light.

But compared to the exaggeratedly long purple sword Sword Light of three zhang (approximately 13 meters) in front of them, this half-foot-long Sword Light beam was like a toothpick compared to a big tree.

Especially since the Sword Light in his hand was still flickering, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, sometimes undulating.

In the past, people would naturally think that he was unpredictable, ever-changing, and mysterious.

But compared to Ji Boying's Sword Light, it was like a newborn snake defiantly flicking its tongue at a giant elephant.

It was like a three-year-old child waving a foxtail grass in his hand, thinking he had obtained a divine weapon, showing off to a burly, strong, fully armored general.

Without comparison, there's no harm done; even small ones are adorable.

Zhuo Bufan was covered in a cold sweat.

Sweat poured down my face, making me feel as if I'd been washed from head to toe.

Even a skilled swordsman who had practiced for years and could unleash the Sword Light's brilliance was now trembling uncontrollably, as if he had muscle weakness.

The half-foot Sword Light he had always been so proud of appeared increasingly dim, trembling like a candle in the wind. If Zhuo Bufan hadn't still held on to some principles, the Sword Light would probably have dissipated on the spot.

Zhuo Bufan managed to utter a sound, filled with fear and difficulty.

"This... how is this possible? How can there be such a powerful Sword Light?"

The unimaginable shock caused him to lose control of his throat, and the voice that came out of this burly man was quite shrill.