Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 27: Keeping One's Promise (Bonus Chapter!)

"Same here, didn't you also secretly let out a finger?"

Cao Shaoqin’s effeminate voice uttered a furious rebuke.

Immediately afterwards, the fighting started again with a series of "bangs and clangs".

Hongxiu was overjoyed and touched the curved sword at her waist before rushing into the hall.

Ren Shaoyang and Cao Shaoqin were locked in a fierce battle inside the hall.

Both of them were covered in wounds, and blood splattered out in specks as they spun and twisted, falling to their feet.

With a loud bang, the two men retreated several feet each, staring wide-eyed at each other.

Ren Shaoyang held up his iron rod and shouted, "Cao Shaoqin, what are your thoughts on seeing the treasure you've been longing for?"

Cao Shaoqin carried his sword on his back and walked slowly, looking around.

His white clothes were now bloodstained, he had a black eye, bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.

He was in a very disheveled state.

But as he took two steps, his composure remained undiminished; years of cultivating his inner strength had given him a natural air of dignity and authority.

“A treasure, huh!” Cao Shaoqin chuckled, then spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. “In the north there is Blackwater, in the south there is Liancheng. Throughout the Ming Dynasty, both the martial arts world and the imperial court have been eager to possess these two treasures. Now that they are right before our eyes, they are nothing more than ordinary treasures.”

Ren Shaoyang sneered, "Wipe your nosebleed before you speak."

Cao Shaoqin smiled, wiped away the blood flowing from his nose, and in that instant when he looked down, he saw a skeleton dressed in fine clothes.

He paused, looked up, and saw a hole in the palace roof, a wooden tower lying on the ground, and a pile of broken bones underneath.

"Sigh." Cao Shaoqin sighed, looking down at the ornately dressed skeleton again. "Do you know whose remains these are?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at the familiar scene before him and smiled: "I guess it might be Yu Huatian?"

"Huh, you actually knew that?"

Cao Shaoqin suddenly turned his head, staring intently at him: "I'm even more curious now." He flicked his sword with a clink, his voice cold and ruthless, "Just who are you!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Don't you have 'divine eyes'? Can't you see it?"

Cao Shaoqin casually said, "Even if the 'Eye-Brightness Technique' can see the world and observe people's hearts, it is not a magic technique."

"In that case," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile, "I still think it's better for you to die here with your doubts, accompanying Yu Huatian!"

"You're courting death!" Cao Shaoqin's eyes flashed with a strange light.

Ren Shaoyang was caught off guard and his gaze was drawn to the spot. It was as if he had been hit on the head with a blunt object, making his head feel heavy, his heart pound, and his whole body stiffen.

Then, with a buzzing sound, the whole world seemed to suddenly lose its color, and the entire hall turned into a pale ink color. Then, his nostrils felt hot, and blood suddenly flowed out.

"Crippled man!" Hongxiu sensed something was wrong, stepped forward, and supported him.

Cao Shaoqin frowned, his gaze sharp as a sword as he looked at the little beggar.

Hongxiu immediately sensed something was wrong. Her cheeks turned red, her breathing became rapid, and her body stiffened as if possessed, unable to move an inch. She was immediately drenched in sweat.

"I'm very curious, how did you, a little girl who can't read a single word, learn that most difficult 'sacrifice of heart' technique?"

Cao Shaoqin's eyes were bloodshot, and his facial muscles twitched incessantly. After a long while, he finally spoke coldly.

"None of your business!" the beggar cursed.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Cao Shaoqin chuckled and took a step forward.

Hongxiu felt an intense itching and pain in her head, as if insects were crawling around inside. The pain was excruciating, but she still supported Ren Shaoyang, placing one hand on his back, and stubbornly said:
"I will never die!"

Cao Shaoqin narrowed his eyes: "Trying to pull something? You're asking for it!"

With a flick of his wrist, the longsword shot towards her forehead like a bolt of lightning.

This sword strike was seamless and effortless, so powerful that even 99% of the top martial arts masters in the world couldn't withstand it, let alone Hongxiu.

But Hongxiu stubbornly stared at the incoming sword, unblinking and not trying to escape.

The small hand that was on Ren Shaoyang's back suddenly slammed down!
Knock knock knock knock~!

dong dong dong dong!

Two heartbeats, one strong and the other gentle, both began to beat rapidly, like a tightly wound drum.

"Drink!"

A loud shout rang out, like a thunderclap in mid-air.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly opened his eyes, his killing intent surging. He neither flinched nor yielded, and met Cao Shaoqin's gaze head-on.

He suddenly stood up, his clothes billowing, and the iron rod rose into the wind, instantly pointing its tip directly at the sword tip!

Ding!
The two of them shuddered and moved away from each other.

Cao Shaoqin and Ren Shaoyang had been fighting for a long time and were already familiar with each other's tactics.

He knew that the man's swordsmanship was superb, and that he was most skilled at combining the "Eye-Clearing Style" to penetrate the gaps between things without any thickness.

He knew that he was incredibly strong and most skilled at stabbing and thrusting with iron rods and clubs, and was unmatched in strength.

Therefore, after the two separated briefly, Cao Shaoqin saw Ren Shaoyang holding Hongxiu's hand and immediately rushed forward, his long sword flying and unleashing a torrent of ingenious moves.

Ren Shaoyang then spun around and thrust an iron rod into his waist.

Cao Shaoqin, like a python, flipped over, and the sword's edge suddenly licked at Hongxiu's face.

Ren Shaoyang was furious and shouted, "You dog!" before swinging his hand back to smash the object.

when!
Cao Shaoqin, being outmatched in strength, stumbled and almost fell, but he didn't change his strategy. He slashed at Hongxiu's chest with both palms.

In an instant, what was supposed to be a fight between two people turned into a game for three, with one person chasing and the other protecting.

Cao Shaoqin's sword was fast, but Ren Shaoyang was strong. However, Hongxiu was sandwiched between them, forcing him to hold his own and unable to use his full strength. In no time, he was forced to the edge of the wooden tower.

During this period, Ren Shaoyang sustained many wounds, but he remained stern-faced.

Similarly, Hongxiu, in the eye of the storm, kept her eyes fixed on Cao Shaoqin, one hand hidden behind her back, gripping the knife tightly.

The dragon's scimitar!

"You're overestimating yourself!" Cao Shaoqin struck Ren Shaoyang with a palm, causing his blood and qi to become disordered, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose. "Not only can you not protect this little girl, but you'll also lose your own life here!"

Cao Dugong's tone was icy. His left palm had barely touched the ground when his right hand was about to pierce Ren Shaoyang's throat with his long sword!
"Kid, you've driven me to this point, you can be proud of yourself. Die!"

The longsword transformed into light, its momentum as powerful as a rainbow.

Just as Ren Shaoyang was about to die at his hands, Cao Shaoqin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his strength drained away like water.

"Not good~!"

Just then, Hongxiu smiled, a breathtaking and joyful smile.

"This is the time!"

With a clang, a streak of crimson light flashed out, leaving a breathtaking trail in the air.

Immediately, countless sword shadows descended like a sudden storm, with the speed of lightning.

Hurry, hurry, hurry! Hurry and enjoy it! Be greedy, greedy, greedy to the point of life and death!
Hongxiu's swordsmanship, though clearly based on the Fire Greed One Strike technique, was not as domineering and incomparable as the original when she used it; instead, it was unusual.

Wretched
The most important thing is one word—greed!

She was greedy for money, greedy for food, greedy for life, and greedy for all the beauty in the world.

Therefore, Hongxiu rarely draws her sword.

More than a decade of unfortunate living with pigs taught her the meaning of "endurance".

Therefore, even though her swordsmanship was already amazing enough, with the help of the "Heart-Sacrificing Style," she could have caught Cao Shaoqin off guard.

But Hongxiu was still waiting.

She was waiting for the perfect opportunity to make her move.

If they don't make a move, they don't hesitate; but once they do, they show absolutely no mercy. They'll make sure to deliver one more cut rather than miss one more!
This is her "fiery greedy knife"!
Suddenly, the blade flashed and the woman in red sleeves retreated swiftly, her large eyes still fixed on the front.

Caught off guard by the sudden flash of the blade, Cao Shaoqin was about to retaliate with his sword when...

Suddenly, he heard a cracking sound, and his right-hand sword fell to the ground. He cried out in alarm, "Ah, ah~!"

"My hand!"

What was horrifying was that the arm on the ground had lost all its flesh and blood, leaving only a bare, white, shiny bone, tightly gripping the long sword!

It's terrifying to watch.

Ren Shaoyang looked at the little beggar and sighed.

Sure enough, she learned Diao Buyu's swordsmanship, but this swordsmanship was cruel and ruthless, an absolute demonic swordsmanship. She wondered if the little beggar's heart could handle it.
"I'm starving! I'm so hungry, I'm starving to death!"

Suddenly a loud shout came, and Hongxiu pulled a sweet potato out of her pocket. Ignoring the sand on it, she took a big bite and chewed it up.

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "I was overthinking it!"

He turned to look at Cao Shaoqin, who was also looking at him with red eyes.

Then he turned his gaze to Hongxiu, who was eating sweet potatoes.

"I want you to die!"

Cao Shaoqin grinned maliciously, hooked the long sword on the bone with his right foot, and shot it fiercely towards the little beggar's throat.

Ren Shaoyang's brow twitched, and he pulled the little beggar behind him.

The five fingers flick in a backhand motion, resembling the playing of a zither or lute, employing the "Zen of a Thousand Pounds in a Single Stroke." This skill concentrates the strength of the entire body into a single burst, with extremely thin and fine force, its sharpness directly approaching that of metal.

With a loud thud, the longsword flew backward, arcing through the air, and plunged into Cao Shaoqin's chest.

Cao Shaoqin trembled, but his ferocity remained unchanged, and he was about to strike again.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his hand back, dispersing the palm force, then retracted his five fingers, his middle finger poised to flick out.

This finger strike was incredibly precise, aimed directly at Cao Shaoqin's eyes and slashed fiercely.

"Ah, my eyes, my eyes!"

Screams could be heard from not far away.

Cao Shaoqin's cheeks were covered in blood, and his eyeballs had disappeared from their sockets.

Ren Shaoyang threw the eyeball in his hand and shouted, "Cao Shaoqin, you're dead!"

He suddenly flicked his fist and struck the longsword stuck in his left chest.

"puff"!
A large hole exploded in Cao Shaoqin's chest, and the long sword pierced through his chest and stuck in the ground!
Ren Shaoyang shouted and swept his foot out. With a crack, Cao Shaoqin's leg bone broke, and he was sent flying.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he delivered a light, effortless punch to the forehead.

This seemingly gentle strike actually incorporated the essence of the "Formless Elephant Fist," shattering Cao Shaoqin's protective aura with a single blow, causing his brains to spurt out of his nostrils.

With a crack, Cao Shaoqin's neck broke in two, and he coughed up blood as he flew several feet into the air, crashing straight into the wooden tower!
Suddenly, with a few hissing sounds, several streaks of blood appeared out of thin air.

Suddenly, Cao Dugong shattered into more than a dozen pieces, scattering them all over the ground!
Ren Shaoyang squinted at the mangled corpse on the ground and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sure enough, there is the golden silkworm silk left by Su Huirong back then, which helped me fulfill my promise of 'tear the body into pieces'."

With her eyes closed, she fell backward amidst the little beggar's screams.

(End of this chapter)