Slaying the Dragon, He Will Win (Please Keep Reading, Please Keep Reading)

Slaying the Dragon, He Will Win! (Please Keep Reading, Please Keep Reading)

Xie Mu had gone numb!

At first!

He had thought that with seven people joining hands, even if they could not contend with Huang Dao, they could at least gain the upper hand and suppress him.

"Put some effort in!"

Yet the affairs of the world were hard to predict.

Huang Dao was pressing seven people down and beating them.

He extended two slender, jade-like fingers, their knuckles clearly defined, and lightly pinched the treasured sword stabbing through the air. His fingertips flicked, and an invisible force rippled outward like waves.

Ma Bao instantly felt a tremendous force come through. His body nearly failed to stand steady, and the longsword in his hand almost flew from his grip.

Ma Bao, a seal-holding eunuch of the palace, was a first-rate swordsman of the jianghu, graced with the fine reputation of "Sword Like a Flood Dragon."

He was only one step away from entering the realm of grandmaster.

Yet at this moment, before Huang Dao, he seemed so unable to withstand a single blow.

If not for the six people behind him promptly circulating their palm force and helping him shed most of the power, his entire arm would probably already have been snapped by the shock.

Seeing this, a chill could not help but rise in the hearts of the seven.

They attacked together.

Six different currents of force came mixed together, circling around Huang Dao like they were drawing a ring.

Huang Dao held one hand behind his back, showing the bearing of a grandmaster to the fullest.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, his figure inside the room became dreamlike and illusory, seeming to split into three.

"Heavenly Demon Movement Technique!"

Everyone in the field was shocked.

The crowd was astonished to see that this was the secret art never passed down outside the demonic sect, Heaven-Destroying Sect—the Heavenly Demon Movement Technique.

It was said that when cultivated to its highest realm, the body became like three people, unfathomable to gods and ghosts, and Huang Long's display before their eyes was the best proof.

The strongest among the seven, the grandmaster who used palms, now also showed a grave expression.

He knew well that Huang Dao's strength was deep beyond measure. If they did not reverse the situation as quickly as possible, he feared all seven of them would lose their lives here today.

He did not dare speak of victory, only of forcing the demon master to retreat.

He had once exchanged blows with great grandmasters as well, and only knew that they had long since ceased to resemble ordinary men.

Beyond common sense!

Thus, he was the first to launch an attack!

His body followed his palms. In an instant, six palms stacked atop one another, carrying a fierce gale of force as they blasted toward Huang Long's chest.

Ma Bao turned and drew his sword, sword light roaming all over Huang Dao's body.

The seven worked together in perfect tacit understanding, and every move was a killing move.

However!

Huang Dao, however, moved through the crowd's attacks with ease, as if strolling through a quiet courtyard. Every time he struck, he dissolved their offensive at exactly the right moment.

Huang Dao's expression was calm and composed as he leisurely commented:

"Your palm technique, though learned from Jiang Xiaoyue, has only gained its form. You must know, his practicing palms in water was only the surface. The true essence lies in refining the heart and nurturing the nature when not a ripple stirs upon the water. You have only touched the fur on his skin."

Jiang Xiaoyue was one of Great Qing's four great grandmasters.

Huang Dao continued:

"Your sword technique is rather extraordinary. Given time, perhaps you could rank among the grandmasters. But today, you met me... a pity."

"I will not tangle with you people any longer. Tonight, I came only to slay the dragon."

The moment these words were spoken, Ma Bao's heart suddenly tightened!

He had to pass the news on as quickly as possible, to let His Majesty know of the danger here so he could descend the mountain and leave.

Though there were ten thousand imperial guards stationed in the mountain, in this narrow terrain, it was difficult to deploy their formations.

A great grandmaster would be like entering a land without people.

Huang Dao lightly stepped his foot, and the seven felt their spirits go still.

The grandmaster famed for his palm technique suddenly had an ominous premonition surge up in his heart, and inwardly cried that things were bad.

His heart was filled entirely with thoughts of fleeing for his life!

His heart was filled entirely with regret!

How had he lost his head and crossed blows with a great grandmaster? Was this not seeking death!

Glory, wealth, and honor—how could they be worth this old man's life?

Yet everything was already too late.

Huang Dao's five fingers had already clasped down on the crown of his head, completely blocking his vision.

That grandmaster's heart was filled with boundless terror. Endless fear surged in like the tide, and he struggled, wanting to open his mouth and beg for mercy.

"Spare... my life."

Huang Dao lightly tugged. Blood flowed from the grandmaster's seven orifices, and his head rolled to the ground.

After hearing him, Huang Dao smiled and said:

"Spare what? Speak a little louder next time. I couldn't hear you."

The remaining six witnessed this scene, their hearts and gall splitting apart.

They hesitated no longer and turned one after another to flee.

Huang Dao only smiled faintly. His fingers flicked lightly, as if plucking a qin, and threads of spiritual light glimmered faintly.

In the blink of an eye!

The five men's heads were separated from their bodies, and they fell into pools of blood.

In the field, only Ma Bao remained!

After exchanging several moves with Huang Dao, the longsword in his hand had already been shattered, and his entire arm could no longer lift.

He collapsed sitting on the ground, already unable to move again, his eyes full of shock.

How could a great grandmaster be powerful to this degree, instantly killing two grandmasters and four first-rate experts?

His gaze suddenly became strange.

"Above... great grandmaster!"

He remembered that his master, Chen Sanzhong, that nine-thousand-year-old, had said that now the gate of the innate had already opened.

Above great grandmaster was the innate realm.

Huang Dao smiled.

"Correct answer. Unfortunately, there's no reward."

The reason he had not killed Ma Bao was so that he could use him to find that emperor.

Xie Mu sat to one side, sighing and groaning.

"This... you're feeding yourselves to him!"

Just then!

A figure pushed open the room door.

Huang Dao's eyes shifted slightly. He had actually not detected anyone approaching.

He fixed his gaze over.

The dark clouds in the sky drifted apart, letting in a wash of moonlight.

Under the moonlight, the figure of a Daoist quietly appeared. His features were handsome, and his heroic bearing pressed upon others.

The Daoist's gaze swept over the corpses lying in disarray on the ground, and a trace of surprise crossed his face.

Then he stopped where he stood and sensed briefly, patted his chest, and muttered to himself:

"Good, good!"

"I didn't count as arriving late. If the old emperor died on Mount Zhongnan, that wouldn't be very kind."

"Brother would have to lecture me."

The Daoist's gaze turned toward Huang Long, Ma Bao, and Xie Mu.

He was a little unable to make sense of the situation, clearly somewhat dazed.

Ma Bao had already recognized the newcomer and cried out urgently:

"Run!"

"Young Marshal, go quickly! Go inform His Majesty that this man is the demon master Huang Dao, here to assassinate him."

The newcomer was precisely Lu Yu, known in the Lu Family Army as the Young Marshal!

Ma Bao knew Lu Yu's martial realm was not low. Perhaps if he retreated in time, there would still be a thread of life.

However, Huang Dao only chuckled and slowly said, "I'm afraid it is already too late."

Hearing this, Xie Mu also sighed. He naturally knew Lu Yu's name, but he understood even more clearly how formidable the demon Huang Dao was.

Only then did Lu Yu react and grasp who was enemy and who was friend.

He looked at the middle-aged scholar in the field and said without much concern:

"Seal-Holder Ma, relax, relax."

"We will win."

Ma Bao sighed and shook his head. "A great grandmaster is no longer something human strength can oppose!"

Lu Yu moved his wrist and drew out an ancient, simple boxing stance.

An unparalleled aura appeared.

Like a mountain, like a peak!

Like the sea, like an abyss!

Seeing this, Ma Bao's pupils suddenly shrank, and his voice trembled:

"This... this is the realm of great grandmaster!"

Huang Dao also furrowed his brows tightly, and an unprecedented gravity appeared in his gaze as he said in a low voice:

"Not walking the jianghu for more than twenty years, and heroes have instead emerged in generation after generation."

"Then let me come and weigh you!"

With that said, a faint light flickered in Huang Dao's palm, and his eyes were as deep as a pitch-black night. The surroundings seemed to sink into darkness.

Lu Yu also changed from his previous laziness, his gaze calm.

"Ten years on the battlefield, nearing life and death time and again, without changing one's will. This punch is something I comprehended in the army, driving into the enemy's front, pressing forward without turning back."

"The fist is named: Break Ten Thousand Armies."

Threads and wisps of spiritual energy gathered, and in the field there actually arose an image like thousands upon thousands of soldiers and horses crashing past!

Ma Bao could no longer see clearly the momentum of the two men's clash.

Yet in his heart, he still did not think much of Lu Yu's chances.

After all, twenty years ago, Huang Dao had already been at the realm of great grandmaster, and now he had gone a step further.

"Boom!"

The roof of the Daoist temple was forcibly carved open into a huge hole. Countless pieces of tile smashed down, smoke and dust billowing, obscuring sight.

The sky full of stars was revealed, the moonlight thick and bright.

Xie Mu witnessed this scene, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, unable to believe this was done by human strength.

Ma Bao's eyes were filled all the more with anxiety and urgency. In this duel between great grandmasters, who exactly had won and who had lost?

The smoke and dust scattered!

Lu Yu patted the ash from his clothes, looking relaxed.

As for the other side.

At this moment, Huang Dao was already in a sorry state, collapsed in the shadows by the corner of the wall. Crimson blood spilled from his mouth, and his gaze was like a blade, staring fixedly at Lu Yu.

"Who exactly are you?"

Lu Yu smiled. "Too lazy to tell you."

Ma Bao stood to one side, dumbstruck.

Lu Yu turned back and said to him, "I told you, guaranteed win."

Xie Mu was also tongue-tied and wide-eyed. He had never imagined that this Young Marshal of the Lu family would actually be this fierce!

Seeing that Huang Dao was badly injured, without even the strength to stand up, Ma Bao hurriedly said:

"Young Marshal, please finish off this demon."

Lu Yu did not really care and walked toward Huang Dao step by step.

Huang Dao smiled bleakly.

"To think, ah, that I, Huang Long, would actually die here, only one step short!"

"Heaven's will!"

Seeing this, Xie Mu felt that this good brother "Huang Dao" was likely doomed this time, and grief actually rose in his heart.

Xie Mu suddenly thought of something!

"Young Marshal, just now there was an evil monk who wanted to kill the Junior Guardian."

When Lu Yu heard this, his figure froze, and a sharp aura erupted from him.

In an instant, he came to Xie Mu's side, his gaze like lightning, shooting straight toward Xie Mu.

Xie Mu was intimidated by Lu Yu's gaze and tremblingly repeated what he had just said.

Lu Yu paid no attention to anything else. He shot out from inside the room.

He rushed out to the mountaintop and leapt down from the cliff.

At this moment, the bright moon hung high.

Lu Yu's eyes were filled entirely with killing intent.

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