That's All There Is

Each raindrop was guided by Internal Energy, forming a giant palm that blocked the path between Chu Qing and Wu Qianhuan.

Wu Qianhuan's heart sank, knowing this person was Tang Yinfeng, the Grand Hall Master of Luoyu Hall.

This man's martial arts were extremely formidable. Wu Ganqi had sparred with him once and told Wu Qianhuan afterward that this man's cultivation was no less profound than his own or Chu Yunfei's.

He had advised Wu Qianhuan to be polite if she ever encountered this Grand Hall Master.

But now, politeness was clearly out of the question.

Tang Xi had secretly practiced demonic skills, and Liu Shijie had colluded with the Iron Horse Seven Bandits.

Both the Deputy Hall Master and the Young Hall Master of Luoyu Hall were compromised. How could the Grand Hall Master remain untainted?

Although it was a bit early to tear down the facade, at this juncture, she couldn't afford to hold back. Thus, Wu Qianhuan had no intention of hiding her hand.

As the palm strike was about to land, her Long Sword was about to be drawn.

But Chu Qing was faster.

By the time Wu Qianhuan's hand touched the Hilt, the palm shadow formed by the curtain of rain had already been pierced through by his sword.

However, this delay had slowed his sword's momentum.

Even so, when Wu Qianhuan looked up, the sword had already reached Tang Yinfeng's chest.

Despite his martial prowess, Tang Yinfeng was startled at this moment.

If he hadn't acted first, this sword strike would not have killed him, but it would have certainly wounded him.

What kind of swift sword technique was this?

As his thoughts raced, he ignored everything else. He brought his hands together, palms facing each other from a distance.

Blood-red light surged between his palms, and a hint of purple energy appeared in Chu Qing's eyes.

The two forces of Internal Energy clashed. In that instant, it was a stalemate.

But just then, Tang Yinfeng's expression darkened. He twisted his hands, and Chu Qing discovered that his Long Sword was beginning to decay at a visible rate.

"Blood Transformation Divine Palm!"

Wu Qianhuan was both shocked and furious.

Tang Xi practiced the Hate Heaven Demonic Skill and the Blood Transformation Divine Palm. It seemed Tang Yinfeng couldn't escape this fate either.

What was the true origin of Luoyu Hall?

Splash!!

In the blink of an eye, Chu Qing's sword shattered inch by inch.

The two forces then clashed, scattering the surrounding rain curtain in all directions.

However, the two people in the battle simultaneously made their moves, each unleashing a palm strike.

Wu Qianhuan was greatly alarmed and quickly leaped forward:

"Be careful, that's the Blood Transformation Divine Palm!"

But a battle between experts lasts but a moment. Even with the intention to save, how could she be in time?

Just as the two palms were about to meet, a whoosh sound was heard.

Something flew out from Chu Qing's sleeve, instantly piercing Tang Yinfeng's palm.

Tang Yinfeng cried out in pain, rolled, and fell from the wall.

Just as Wu Qianhuan arrived, Chu Qing grabbed her wrist and leaped away, his voice echoing back:

"Hall Master of Luoyu Hall, nothing more than this!!"

Tang Yinfeng was filled with anger, coldness, pain, and rage, his entire body trembling.

He felt this person was simply a scoundrel!

Was it heroic to ambush and scheme?

And he dared to look down on me?

If you had the guts to take my palm strike head-on, let's see who's superior!?

As he thought this, he felt his palm go numb.

He looked down and became even angrier:

"He even used poison!?"

But this was not the peak of his fury. He saw several Luoyu Hall disciples rushing over:

"Hall Master, the Young Hall Master is missing."

"What?"

Tang Yinfeng's face changed drastically. Forgetting to circulate his energy to expel the poison, he rushed to Tang Xi's room. A single glance was enough to follow the bloodstains and ascertain Tang Xi's whereabouts.

He immediately opened the secret door and saw a headless corpse, naked, lying on the ground... already dead.

But... where was the head?

Tang Yinfeng suddenly remembered that when he fought with the assassin just now, he seemed to be holding something in his hand...

Could it be...

As soon as this thought occurred to him, the poison could no longer be controlled. With a poof, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face contorted in a hideous grimace as he roared to the sky:

"Who is it!?"

Heavenly Dance City was the place where Chu Qing and Wu Qianhuan grew up.

After flying out of Luoyu Hall, they had shaken off all the pursuers behind them in just a moment.

Reaching a hidden spot, the two finally stopped.

"Pleasure working with you."

Chu Qing said to Wu Qianhuan:

"Farewell."

"Stop right there!"

Wu Qianhuan quickly called out.

Chu Qing looked surprised:

"Is there something else?"

"..."

How could there be nothing? They had just done such a major thing, and this person was acting as if nothing had happened?

She stared intently at this person, finding no resemblance at all to the person in her memory.

The reason she had followed tonight was partly because Tang Xi's identity was special, and partly because she wanted to observe this person in front of her again, but now...

Wu Qianhuan shook her head and took a deep breath:

"You deliberately let me make the first move, just to create an opportunity for you to strike?"

Wu Qianhuan was very smart. Her position did not allow her to be a fool.

By now, she understood completely. The reason Chu Qing had agreed to let her follow was to let her create an opportunity for him to strike.

Chu Qing smiled upon hearing this:

"This trip was all thanks to Miss Wu's help. But as we agreed, you get no share of the reward for killing Tang Xi."

In reality, Chu Qing didn't have any to give either, since Er Gou was broke.

Wu Qianhuan felt numb. Hearing his words, she didn't even have the energy to get angry.

She just stared at Chu Qing with heavy eyes:

"Did you scheme this from the very beginning, when you first asked me to act with you?"

"...I'm not a fortune teller, how could I predict all that?"

Chu Qing was speechless for a moment:

"It's just that one person has one way of killing, and two people have two plans.

"Since Miss Wu is so kind-hearted and willing to eliminate demons for the common folk, it's only natural to make the best use of everything... cough cough, never mind, you misheard."

"Well said, 'make the best use of everything'!"

Wu Qianhuan said each word distinctly. Even with her face covered, one could imagine how terrible her expression was at that moment.

This person had clearly calculated that she would definitely follow, which was why he came up with this plan.

And now he was acting all high and mighty.

He definitely wasn't Chu Qing. Chu Qing's mind wouldn't be this deep...

As this thought crossed her mind, the anger she was about to let go of suddenly resurfaced with a new idea.

People change.

He had been away for seven years and had a past she didn't know about.

What if this was just his change...

Just as she thought of this and was about to say something, she heard Chu Qing speak:

"We can talk later. I suspect you're very busy tonight.

"Tang Yinfeng is poisoned now, his Internal Energy Technique is greatly weakened.

"Tonight, Luoyu Hall should be at its weakest in the past three years. You should hurry back to your father and discuss how to remove this tumor from Heavenly Dance City."

Chu Qing's words made sense, but Wu Qianhuan only felt like he was trying to escape...

Just then, a commotion arose. Chu Qing and Wu Qianhuan instinctively hid, thinking it was people from Luoyu Hall coming for them.

However, they saw several men in green robes hurrying past, seemingly searching for something.

"Is that the Chu Family?"

Chu Qing and Wu Qianhuan exchanged glances, both recognizing the origin of these people.

But why were they rushing through the rainy night?

Could it be... something had happened to the Chu Family?