The man answered in a ringing voice, "I am no stranger. I am Wei Hu, disciple of Daoist Heavenly Venerate of Yuwo Cave, Jinting Mountain. By my master's command, I descended the mountain to assist my martial uncle Jiang Ziya in marching east through the Five Passes and punishing King Zhou. I hastened ahead to Xiqi this time; capturing Lü Yue first shall serve as my token of greeting."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenhui flew into a towering rage and roared, "What an insolent madman, daring to spout such wild nonsense!" Before the words fell, he had already leaped forth, Sword Light flashing like lightning as it cleaved straight at Wei Hu's face.
The corner of Wei Hu's mouth lifted as he laughed loudly. "What a coincidence. To think I'd run into Lü Yue right here today!" Wind rose beneath their feet, and like fierce tigers striking the ground, the two fought in a tangled mass. After only three to five exchanges, Wei Hu suddenly summoned the Demon Subduing Pestle.
This treasure was light as nothing in one's hand, yet when hurled at an enemy, it weighed more than ten thousand jun. Seeing the pestle roar toward him on the wind, Yang Wenhui hurriedly dodged. But its momentum was too swift—there was nowhere to evade—it struck him squarely atop the crown! In an instant, his skull shattered, red and white splattering everywhere, while a wisp of Remnant Soul screamed miserably as it flew toward the Investiture of the Gods Platform.
Lü Yue watched his beloved disciple die a gruesome death and trembled from head to toe with rage. He bellowed sharply, "You little bastard, your gall knows no bounds! You dare humiliate me to this extent!" Snatching up his long sword, he lunged through the air, Sword Qi surging like