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

Chapter 45 I'll take that as a yes.
Hurrah!
A flash of lightning illuminated the world for a moment.

At the end of the alley stood a man with a big beard.

The man was dressed in prison clothes, and his hair and beard were tied together, covering his entire head like a lion's mane.

He was thin and dressed in tattered clothes, but despite this, he had a certain air about him. However, at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and tears of blood streamed down his face.

His eyes were wide open, almost bursting open.

Seeing Blood Saber Ancestor stepping on Ling Shuanghua, Ding Dian trembled and said, "You...you bully a weak woman, what kind of hero are you?"

The Blood Saber Ancestor chuckled lightly and said casually, "I kill heroes and rape beauties whenever I see them, living a carefree and happy life. What do you think I am?"

Before Ding Dian could speak, Ding An coldly said, "You're a bald donkey who's eaten shit and still wants to suck his fingers!"

Ouch~!

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu turned to look at him together, never expecting that Ding'an, who was usually tongue-tied, would be so sharp and insightful in his criticism.

Blood Blade Ancestor's face turned cold. He grabbed Ling Shuanghua by the neck and lifted her up.

Ling Shuanghua's face flushed red, and she thrashed about uncontrollably.

Ding Dian turned pale instantly, shouted, "You dare!" and lunged forward.

"Tell me if I dare!" Blood Saber Ancestor roared, "Get back!"

Ding Dian was furious and could only retreat. He wanted to curse and plead, but the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them. His face looked like a dye shop, with all sorts of colors showing up at once.

Blood Blade Ancestor said, "Look, this woman has smooth, fair skin, much better than those black-skinned chickens from beyond the Great Wall." As he spoke, he stroked her face with his hand, praising her endlessly.

"Take your hands off me!"

Seeing his hand move towards Ling Shuanghua's chest, Ding Dian was filled with rage, "If you want the Liancheng Jue, I'll tell you: put Shuanghua down!"

"Haha!" Blood Saber Ancestor shook the woman in his hand and shouted, "Speak!"

Seeing Ling Shuanghua's pained expression, Ding Dian disregarded everything else and hurriedly shouted, "Four, fifty-one, thirty-three, fifty-three, eighteen!"

Blood Blade Ancestor was startled and carefully memorized the information.

After reciting all the numbers, Ding Dian's face contorted with rage, and he shouted, "This is the Liancheng Jue! I've told you everything! Give me back Shuanghua!"

"The Liancheng Secret, the Liancheng Secret!" Blood Blade Ancestor muttered to himself, then suddenly laughed, "Twenty years have passed, and I, the ancestor, have finally obtained it."

"Blood Blade Ancestor!" Ding Dian roared furiously, "Give me back Frostflower!"

"So noisy." Blood Blade Ancestor frowned, his emotions interrupted. He glanced at Ren Shaoyang and the other two, then at Ding Dian.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Ding Dian, Liancheng Jue alone is not enough to save your lover."

Ding Dian's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "You're lying to me?!"

Blood Blade Ancestor released his grip, and Ling Shuanghua slid onto the roof, coughing incessantly.

"Look, they're in a hurry again. Now, besides you and me, the other three also know the secret of Liancheng Jue."

Blood Saber Ancestor smiled slyly.

"Master Ding, do me a favor and kill them. If you kill them, I'll return this woman to you. The old master always keeps his word!"

Seeing that Ling Shuanghua was restrained, Ding Dian closed his eyes and remained still for a long time, his aura surging. After a long while, he finally let out a soft sigh.

He opened his eyes, which were vacant, and said softly, "Gentlemen, I, Ding, am sorry!"

He reached out and threw a punch.

His punch was incredibly fast; with a resounding "thunder," it was already in front of the three men, its force seemingly unleashed yet vast and powerful.

Ding An raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Go to hell!" He suddenly lashed out with a claw, sweeping towards Ding An's shoulder.

But to everyone's surprise, Ding Dian's punch seemed like a phantom, suddenly thrusting forward.

With a "snap," Ding An felt a powerful force travel from his palm straight into his body, causing his blood and qi to surge. He staggered back several steps, and blood gushed from the wound on his chest again.

Ding Dian also felt a surge of fire energy coming towards him. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly withdrew his fist and assumed a fighting stance.

Just then, with a whoosh, Ding An's silver-white short sword flashed, its fiery energy flowing, turning the short sword crimson, and a strange heat emanated from it.

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?" Ding Dian was impressed by his amazing swordsmanship. "You're truly impressive!"

Ding An coldly replied, "The Residual Flame Blade Technique."

"Fine!" Ding Dian's eyes were weary. "I will kill you with the Shadowless Divine Fist. After saving Shuanghua, I will commit suicide to repay your lives!"

"Heh." Hongxiu gripped a knife in one hand while chewing on a slice of ginseng, and said coldly, "Are you an idiot?"

Ding Dian's eyes dimmed, he lowered his head for a long while, and then said painfully, "Do you have any way to get him to release Shuanghua?"

Hongxiu stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "I have no choice, it's not like we're supposed to come up with a solution!"

“So,” Ding Dian shook his head and said, “I have no choice but to listen to him.”

Hongxiu exclaimed in surprise: "You're not satisfied with being fooled once?"

Ding Dian closed his eyes: "I have no other choice."

Ding An spat and said viciously, "Little beggar, everyone in this place looks the same. They look nice on the outside, but they're all maggots inside!"

Hongxiu said with some disappointment, "Yes. Looking at it this way, although my home is broken, it's still better than here." Ding'an shouted, "Then kill them and let's go home!" As he spoke, sparks flew from the blade, and with a flick of the tip, a hundred blade shadows instantly appeared, like red butterflies fluttering up and down as they flew past.

Upon seeing this, Ding Dian shouted, "Fine! Let's each accept our fate!" He showed no mercy, his body swaying unpredictably as he rolled his arms in front of his chest and threw punches, raining down on Ding An.

Instantly, a series of clanging sounds filled the night sky, with the rapid, crisp clashes of fists and knives echoing through the air, sparks flashing and fading in the darkness.

The two men fighting fiercely had ferocious expressions and exuded murderous intent.

"Bang!" Ding Dian slammed his fist into the wall, causing it to shake violently. Stones and mud flew down with tremendous force, cracking the wall and making the house teeter on the verge of collapse.

Ding An was startled, thinking to himself, "This person's skill is no less than mine, Shao Yang's!" Seeing the fist coming again, he quickly stretched out his foot to brace against the wall and sped up to dodge.

With a whoosh, the fist missed its mark, but the force of the punch made it impossible for Ding An to breathe. The flames on the blade turned into flames, and he was on the verge of death.

Ding Dian made a sudden turn in mid-air, roared like a tiger, and pounced on him again, about to unleash his killing move.

Just then, a sharp "whoosh" was heard, and a bolt of cold lightning flashed by.

The crimson blade light rapidly expanded before Ding Dian's eyes, and the crystalline blood-red light of the blade's edge was clearly visible.

With a loud "clang," Ding Dian slammed his fist down!
Sparks suddenly flew out, illuminating the little beggar's pale face, his eyes as red as blood.

Hongxiu was small and weak, and her tiger's mouth was cracked by Ding Dian's internal force. But she bit down hard on the ginseng slice in her mouth and sucked out the juice with all her might, and swung the knife again!

Before Ding Dian could react, he suddenly saw a dazzling array of sword lights, flashing like lightning, reminiscent of the spring breeze he had seen in his childhood, or the rain of petals he had witnessed with Ling Shuanghua.

What a beautiful knife.

As Ding Dian gazed at the dazzling crimson light of the blade, he suddenly recalled a legend.

I've heard that if a swordsman from the northern frontier has a sharp enough blade, the blood spurting from the wound will make a rustling sound, which is extremely pleasant to hear.

"I never imagined that the first thing I'd hear about would be my own blood."
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Blood Saber Ancestor was enjoying the view when suddenly his expression changed.

wrong!

Suddenly, a blue light flashed, and with a "buzz," it pierced straight into his throat.

Blood Saber Ancestor tilted his head and felt a chill on his ear.

Chi!

One ear was torn off by a sharp force, hot blood spurted out, and half of his body turned red.

"Ouch!" Blood Blade Ancestor cried out in pain, drew his sword and deflected the iron rod with two clangs.

He held his sword to his chest, his face filled with utter horror, and shouted sharply, "You, how did you evade my 'keen hearing' probing?"

But then Ren Shaoyang, without anyone noticing, stealthily reached the old monk's side, the iron rod pointing straight at his throat.

He smiled slightly: "I saw how excited you were, so I came quietly, not wanting to disturb you."

Blood Blade Ancestor's expression darkened: "So, besides your archery skills, you also possess this technique of concealing your aura!"

"Neither emptiness nor form, emptiness is the relinquishment of the mind," Ren Shaoyang said. "You deserve the best."

The Blood Blade Ancestor examined him closely, only to find that his figure was desolate, seemingly disappearing into the wind, becoming one with heaven and earth, indistinguishable from others. He immediately changed color.

"You've actually mastered the Mind-Giving Technique! Without thought or intention, the body is in harmony with nature, thus able to deceive my supernatural hearing!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "One-eared monk, quite knowledgeable indeed!" Suddenly, his wrist flicked, and several phantom images shot out, aiming for the monk's brow.

Blood Blade Ancestor, now missing an ear and with flesh cut from his waist and ribs, bowed and retreated hastily upon seeing the menacing approach.

Ren Shaoyang's iron rod pierced through the air, then suddenly slammed down.

Blood Blade Ancestor was furious: "Damn it, are they treating me like a rat?" He channeled his full power and thrust his Blood Blade forward.

A loud clang rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

Blood Blade Ancestor felt an incredibly powerful internal force surge up his wrist, and he let out a miserable groan.

At the same time, Ling Shuanghua was also burned by the sparks, her face turning pale. She groaned and crawled to the side.

"Ok?"

Blood Blade Ancestor's eyes darted around, and he took five steps back, stomping on her as he shouted, "Halt!"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him, then continued forward in silence.

"I fucking told you to stop!"

Blood Blade Ancestor nudged Ling Shuanghua with his foot: "You want her dead?"

Ren Shaoyang said indifferently, "If you're going to kill, then hurry up."

Blood Saber Ancestor was taken aback: "What?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Whether she lives or dies is none of my business."

Blood Saber Ancestor's eyes widened: "Do you still have any chivalry?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "I am a barbarian." Then he changed the subject, "At worst, I'll kill Ding Dian too, and let their family reunite. Once I set you on fire, I'm sure they'll be very happy."

"Don't you agree?" Ren Shaoyang glanced at Ling Shuanghua, whose mouth was sealed. "If you don't speak, I'll take that as your agreement!"
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