Let you be a good grandson, you raise a group of banshees?

Lu Yuan's attack was fierce and swift. Although the Lord of the Netherworld Palace had a hard time resisting it, he was able to cope with it.

Just when the Lord of the Nether Palace was about to collapse, the secret guards of the Nether Palace suddenly arrived. Without saying a word, they attacked Lu Yuan together, which immediately doubled the pressure on Lu Yuan.

The Lord of the Netherworld Palace took this opportunity and used all his internal strength to thrust out a palm strike. Lu Yuan reacted quickly and flew back to avoid the palm strike.

Lu Yuan covered his injured arm and looked down, seeing bright red blood dripping from between his fingers.

"Hmph, let me see how long you can hold on?" With a sneer on his face, the Lord of the Netherworld Palace launched a new attack on Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan rushed forward waving his sword, and the two men entangled again.

The dark guards of the Nether Palace also joined the battle and cooperated well with the Nether Palace Master. For a while, Lu Yuan gradually showed his disadvantage.

The Lord of the Netherworld narrowed his eyes and said to Lin Yue, "Go ahead and take Lu Yuan's Holy Son bloodline away."

Lin Yue hesitated for a moment, then slowly stepped forward, holding a whip and attacking Lu Yuan. Lu Yuan swung his knife to block the whip and was about to cut it off with his sword.

At this moment, the secret guards seized the opportunity and rushed forward, surrounding Lu Yuan. Lin Yue also joined the battle, and the three of them attacked Lu Yuan, forcing him to move left and right and unable to escape.

Lu Yuan's mind raced, and he suddenly shouted, "Brother, be careful." After that, he pushed away the two secret guards beside him, used up all his true energy, and threw the soft sword in his hand towards the Lord of the Netherworld Palace.

The Lord of the Netherworld Palace was caught off guard and was hit on the shoulder by the software. He staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

Lu Yuan took the opportunity to escape. He rushed to the side of the Netherworld Palace Master and grabbed her neck with his hands.

Lu Yuan threatened coldly: "Let us go immediately, or I will crush her throat immediately."

As he spoke, Lu Yuan retracted his strength slightly.

"Cough cough..." The Lord of the Netherworld Palace started coughing violently. Her face turned red and her eyes bulged out, as if she would die at any time.

"You, you dare!" The Lord of the Netherworld glared at Lu Yuan viciously.

Lu Yuan snorted coldly and said, "Do you think I dare?"

"Ahem...Okay, I agree to your request and let you go, but you must promise to let her go."

"Do you think you are qualified to negotiate with me now?"

"Haha, I am not qualified to negotiate with you. I just want to tell you that my Nether Palace is not a place that can be bullied. If I die, my disciples will avenge me, and none of you will be able to escape. You must not forget that there are still a hundred elite disciples in the Nether Palace. They will never allow you to get away with it."

Hearing the words of the Nether Palace Master, Lu Yuan hesitated. He was not afraid of the threat of the Nether Palace Master, but the strength of the Nether Palace Master was there. If he really angered the Nether Palace Master, the other party would definitely hunt him down by any means, and this result was not what he wanted to see.

Seeing that Lu Yuan's expression had relaxed, the Nether Palace Master took advantage of the situation and said, "Have you thought it through? If you don't want to fight to the death with me, you'd better do as I say."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Lu Yuan asked, suppressing his anger.

The Nether Palace Master's eyes rolled around, and he smiled sinisterly, "I want to make a bet with you. If you win, I can let you go; if you lose, you have to give me the Holy Son's bloodline. Of course, don't worry, I won't let you suffer. When I master the Nether Demon Art, you will be the Young Master of the entire Nether Demon Palace."

Lu Yuan's eyelids twitched. He didn't expect that the Lord of the Netherworld Palace would have such a crooked idea. He was really treacherous. "Why should I trust you? Release Miss Lin first." Lu Yuan said.

"Okay, I promise you." The Lord of the Netherworld Palace nodded.

The Lord of the Netherworld Palace flicked his sleeves, put the unconscious Lin Yue aside, then took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into Lin Yue's mouth, and used his luck to help her catalyze the pill.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan was delighted, knowing that the Nether Palace Master was stalling for time. His mind raced, and he suddenly had an idea. He took out a pill and swallowed it, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, using his Qi to heal his wounds. After a moment, Lu Yuan opened his eyes, revealing a resolute light in his eyes, as if he had become a different person.

The Lord of the Netherworld Palace was surprised and asked, "You took banned drugs? No wonder your injuries recovered so quickly. It turns out that you relied on secret drugs to heal your injuries."

"Since you know, then I don't need to hide it. Let's fight each other to death today." After Lu Yuan finished speaking, he clenched the sword in his hand and rushed towards the Lord of the Netherworld Palace.

When the Lord of the Netherworld Palace saw that Lu Yuan's combat power increased several times after taking the secret medicine, she suddenly fell into a passive situation. She was extremely anxious, and at the same time she was also worried about Lin Yue's safety.

Lu Yuan's sword was as sharp as a rainbow. Every time he swung it, a destructive aura surged, forcing the Lord of the Netherworld Palace to retreat step by step.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and a powerful force came from the Nether Palace. This force was so strong and overbearing that even a cultivator would find it difficult to resist, let alone a mortal body.

Lu Yuan and the Lord of the Netherworld Palace were blown away by this powerful force, fell against the wall, and vomited blood.

"Who is it?!" Lu Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, stood up and shouted angrily.

“Hahaha..., I didn’t expect you to be so powerful that you could actually hurt me.” An old man with white beard and eyebrows walked in.

The old man was tall and sturdy, wearing a black robe embroidered with gold pythons, with a thin face and bright eyes.

Lu Yuan frowned and said, "Who are you and why did you break into my room?"

The old man glanced at Lu Yuan with contempt and said, "I am the master of the Netherworld Demon Palace in Jiuhua City."

Lu Yuan suddenly realized: "So you are the Lord of the Netherworld Demon Palace, nice to meet you. However, as I said just now, I have no grudge against the Netherworld Demon Palace. It would be fine if you sent someone to assassinate me, but why do you want to seize my Holy Son bloodline?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the Holy Son's bloodline. Otherwise, today will be the day of your death."

"No way! Unless I'm dead."

The old man sneered and said, "You are young but stubborn. Do you know my ability?"

Lu Yuan shook his head. How could he know how powerful the other party was? He felt that the other party was very powerful, but his cultivation had improved a lot, and he had also reached the fourth level of "Xuanming Zhenjie". He believed that even if he was defeated, he should be able to retreat unscathed.

"Watch this." The old man jumped up and punched towards Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan quickly raised his sword to block, but with a crisp "crack" sound, the sword broke.

At the same time, Lu Yuan felt a huge force coming at him. He was hit in the chest by a punch, and fell to the ground with blood spurting out of his mouth.

Lu Yuan's internal organs were severely injured. He struggled to get up and stared at the old man with resentment. (End of this chapter)