A Night of Slaughter in Torrential Rain!

Rumble...

Thunder rolled across heaven and earth, lightning illuminating the night sky.

As Lu Changsheng's words fell, silence descended inside and outside the Desolate Temple, leaving only the sound of the pouring rain.

"Let him in."

After a long while, a rough voice came from within the Desolate Temple.

The two bandits outside exchanged glances, then silently stepped aside and made way.

Lu Changsheng raised his foot and entered the Desolate Temple.

He was drenched from head to toe, rainwater dripping from his bamboo hat and clothes onto the ground.

His shoes left wet prints behind him.

Lu Changsheng raised his head and saw a burly man seated atop a ruined statue within the Desolate Temple.

Built like a bear, the man gripped a door-panel-sized saber, his blood and qi surging like waves. There had been a trace of chill outside, but once inside the temple, swept by the heatwave of the man's blood and qi, it actually felt somewhat warm.

Blade-Dragging Heavenly King, Li Ji!

Lu Changsheng had hidden in the shadows earlier and witnessed everything within the Desolate Temple, so he naturally knew this burly man's identity.

Li Ji sat boldly upon the statue, his bell-like eyes fixed on Lu Changsheng. With a cold laugh, he said, "You saw it too. This Desolate Temple has just gone through a bloody slaughter. Many people died."

"And we are naturally no good men ourselves. Do you still dare rest here?"

The ground was covered in corpses.

The bloodstains had not even been washed away, and the air was thick with the pungent scent of blood.

Lu Changsheng answered calmly, "Why wouldn't I dare?"

"You kill your people; I rest my feet. We do not interfere with each other."

Li Ji tightened his grip on the saber, then abruptly rose to his feet.

His massive body carried an immense sense of oppression. He sneered. "Heh heh, you put on quite a convincing act."

"Speak. Which enemy faction are you from, to dare come alone before this Heavenly King?"

Li Ji was no fool. Traveling through the night? Stopping to rest? This was not some remote wilderness, but Nanyang City.

There were inns everywhere in Nanyang City. In such heavy rain, why insist on resting in this Desolate Temple?

Could there really be such a coincidence?

Clearly, this black-clad man had come for him.

Lu Changsheng said nothing, meeting him with silence.

"Fine. No matter which enemy faction you belong to, since you have come before me to deliver yourself to death, this Heavenly King will grant you your wish."

"Kill him!"

At Li Ji's command, his subordinates drew their weapons.

"Brat, die!"

Several of Li Ji's men approached with weapons in hand, grinning viciously.

One step, two steps, three steps!

Suddenly, Lu Changsheng moved.

Whoosh.

The instant he moved, he became like a phantom.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Changsheng vanished from everyone's sight.

No, he had not vanished. He was simply too fast.

Lu Changsheng shot forward, arriving before one of the bandits in an instant.

"Not good, retreat!"

Someone cried out in alarm.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Slash.

Streaks of white light flashed and vanished.

Then, several bandits near Lu Changsheng clutched their throats desperately and fell to the ground with a thud, their bodies convulsing. Their eyes were wide with terror.

Blood spurted from their necks, impossible to stop no matter how tightly they pressed their hands over the wounds.

"Bold!"

"You dare act savagely before this Heavenly King?"

Li Ji abruptly rose, his blood and qi boiling as murderous intent soared to the skies.

He swung his door-panel-sized saber and leaped high into the air, slashing down at Lu Changsheng from above.

Mountain Splitting Saber, Triple Slash!

The great saber carried Li Ji's terrifying strength, and with a single slash, wild gusts roared forth.

Lu Changsheng instantly felt his body slow slightly, as though bearing tremendous pressure.

Li Ji possessed innate divine power. Combined with his peak Organ Refining strength, he was virtually unbeatable within the Organ Refining Realm.

So long as no Divine Strength Realm expert appeared, Li Ji feared no one.

Yet Lu Changsheng remained utterly calm. The next moment, the blood and qi in his body exploded.

Boom.

Surging blood and qi erupted in an instant, and the entire Desolate Temple seemed covered in a layer of crimson light.

Even the blood and qi Li Ji had just unleashed seemed far inferior to that which Lu Changsheng now released.

"This blood and qi... how is that possible?"

Li Ji's heart jolted.

But Lu Changsheng paid no heed to his shock.

After his blood and qi erupted, the pressure Li Ji's blood and qi had imposed on him instantly vanished.

With the slightest sway, Lu Changsheng's figure disappeared.

Boom.

Li Ji's saber struck the ground, cleaving a deep fissure into the floor.

But Lu Changsheng had already reached Li Ji's back.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Li Ji whirled his great saber wildly, hacking at Lu Changsheng's figure in a frenzy.

Every strike was heavy and powerful, terrifying beyond measure.

Forget taking a blow—even if Lu Changsheng were grazed or touched, he would surely die!

Yet Li Ji could not even touch the hem of Lu Changsheng's clothes.

"Damn it, if you have the guts, stop running!"

Li Ji roared again and again.

But it was useless. Lu Changsheng simply refused to fight him head-on.

"Quick, all of you, attack together! Surround him!"

Li Ji shouted at his men.

At once, all the bandits moved, swiftly surrounding Lu Changsheng and steadily closing the encirclement.

"Heh heh, let's see where you can run this time."

Li Ji grinned viciously. Just as he prepared to swing his great saber and smash Lu Changsheng into pulp, Lu Changsheng moved.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Lu Changsheng became a phantom, and the dagger in his hand merely swept lightly.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Blood sprayed out in streams. One after another, Li Ji's men clutched their throats and collapsed to the ground.

"What?"

Li Ji was scared out of his wits.

Before Lu Changsheng, his subordinates were like lambs awaiting slaughter, utterly incapable of resisting.

Under heaven, no martial art could withstand speed!

Whenever Lu Changsheng's figure flashed, another bandit fell into a pool of blood.

Even the other Organ Refining martial artist among the bandits lasted only three to five exchanges before Lu Changsheng slit his throat with a single stroke.

Below the Divine Strength Realm, no matter how much one tempered one's body, one could not withstand the cut of a sharp blade.

"Ahhh..."

"I'll kill you!"

Li Ji looked crazed. He swung his great saber as his blood and qi erupted madly, making the entire Desolate Temple seem on the verge of collapse.

Yet he still could not do a thing to Lu Changsheng.

"Your turn!"

Lu Changsheng revealed himself.

His gaze rested upon Li Ji, brimming with killing intent.

Elder Wen's injuries had clearly been inflicted by a palm strike of overwhelming force.

Only Li Ji, with his innate divine power, could possess such terrifying strength.

Whoosh.

Lu Changsheng flashed forward, already charging at Li Ji.

"Good timing, Thirteen Slashes of the Chaotic Wind!"

A chill flashed through Li Ji's eyes.

His earlier madness had all been an act.

All for this very moment!

Yet Lu Changsheng did not hesitate in the slightest. He erupted with nearly all his blood and qi, pushing his speed to its limit as he circled Li Ji and frantically thrust his dagger.

Li Ji swung his door-panel-sized saber in a full circle, wielding it so tightly that not even water could penetrate, like an impenetrable wall.

Lu Changsheng's dagger struck Li Ji's saber an unknown number of times.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The dagger and great saber collided again and again with crisp rings.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, Lu Changsheng retreated thirty feet and stood quietly in place.

Bang.

Li Ji's chest heaved violently. He planted his great saber into the ground and laughed loudly. "Hahaha! No matter how fast you are, how can you break my Thirteen Slashes of the Chaotic Wind?"

But Lu Changsheng said nothing.

Li Ji noticed Zheng Renxin and the others from Miraculous Garden nearby. The way they looked at him seemed shocked—and pitying.

Li Ji abruptly lowered his head.

Drip. Drip.

At some point, drops of blood had begun falling from Li Ji's body onto the ground.

The clothes on Li Ji's body had long since been dyed blood-red.

His neck seemed to hurt. Unable to resist, he reached up to touch it, only to find his hand covered in crimson blood.

"You..."

Li Ji pointed at Lu Changsheng, his face filled with unwillingness, shock, and fury.

Boom.

Li Ji's iron-tower-like body fell straight to the ground. The light gradually faded from his eyes, until they lost all luster.

The Blade-Dragging Heavenly King had died within the Desolate Temple!

P.S. Thank you to "Guanshan Guyue" for the ten-thousand reward! Thanks, brother!