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Chapter 116 Madman
"It's you?"

In the corner, Xiao Qianhao, who was shackled and bound by the Dragon-Locking Needle, saw the person who jumped down from the roof beam. His eyes immediately turned red, and he roared, almost jumping up from the ground.

His face was contorted in a ferocious grimace, as if he wanted to rush over and tear the other person to shreds. He had only taken one step when he tripped over the heavy iron chains and fell flat on his face.

That man was the one who caused his father to become paralyzed and bedridden, turning him into a cripple!

He never imagined that his elusive enemy, whom he had searched everywhere for, was actually hiding on the roof beams above him. He regretted that he had checked everyone in the inn but hadn't thought to look at the roof beams.

His violent reaction immediately made everyone present guess the man's identity.

At this moment, Mad Blade glanced at him, spat out the bamboo skewer from his mouth, and laughed, "It's you. Of all people to offend, you had to offend a master from the Six Doors. Are you behaving yourself now?"

"I'm going to kill you... I'm going to kill you..."

Xiao Qianhao couldn't bear such ridicule from his enemy. He got up again and lunged forward like a madman to fight back.

Then, Kuangdao nudged him with the end of his scabbard, sending him tumbling over. He couldn't get up for a long time, letting out angry and resentful roars.

Kuangdao ignored him and looked at the people in the inn. Some were poisoned and collapsed on the ground, while others were seriously injured and unable to get up. He laughed and said, "I didn't expect that I would wake up to such a lively scene."

"The current Demon Prince of the Blood Demon Sect, which has been dormant for hundreds of years. Seniors of the Xiaoshui Sect, and the Blue-Clad Captain of the Six Doors. It's rare to encounter even one such expert on ordinary days. It's truly delightful that they've all gathered here in this inn today."

Suddenly, the waiter asked, "What's the joy?"

Kuangdao said, "I love competing with others more than anything in my life. Today, I have met three fourth-rank experts, so I cannot let this opportunity pass. I must ask the three of you for your guidance."

Seeing his shamelessness, considering that all three were seriously injured, he was taking advantage of them and yet spoke so openly, everyone felt contempt for him.

The waiter said, "Isn't what you're doing a bit inappropriate? All three of us are injured. Even if you win, it won't be a fair victory."

Mad Blade replied matter-of-factly, "If the three of you were unharmed, why would I dare challenge you? Wouldn't that be courting death?"

The waiter sneered, "So, you're going to take advantage of me today?"

Mad Blade suddenly laughed, "You've been stalling for time, how much has your injury healed?"

The waiter was surprised that his purpose had been exposed, but he was not afraid. This person was only at the sixth rank of cultivation, so he naturally did not take him seriously. He sneered, "That's enough to kill you."

As he spoke, he struck out with his left palm, and a powerful burst of true energy emanated from his body.

Upon reaching the fourth rank, one possesses incomparably powerful true energy. Even a falling flower or a plucked leaf can kill. Without the aid of any external object, the fierce true energy is sufficient to kill enemies.

If this palm strike from a distance were to land, it would be enough to take this person's life.

Just then, the waiter caught a glimpse of several cold glints approaching and realized he was in trouble. Since he was unable to move easily at the moment, he could only circulate his inner energy.

His protective inner energy only managed to block three hidden weapons before finally collapsing under the pressure of the fourth.

He felt a chill in his chest; he had been struck by a dart. The bone-chilling cold penetrated his body, as if freezing him completely, and even seeping into his meridians.

"What kind of true energy is this?"

The waiter was utterly terrified. Seeing the madman charging towards him with his sword, he shouted, "I surrender!"

Mad Blade stopped, a strange look on his face, and praised, "As expected of the Demon Prince, you can bend and stretch, truly a great man. However, for everyone's sake, I cannot let you go like this."

As the waiter used his internal energy to dispel the extremely cold true energy, he asked, "What do you want?"

Kuangdao walked up to Xiao Qianhao, knocked him unconscious with a palm strike, and then pulled out the Dragon-Locking Needle that was stuck in his Tanzhong acupoint.

Xiao Qianhao, who had just fainted, screamed and began to convulse, as if earthworms were wriggling beneath his skin. Soon, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.

This brutal scene made the eyelids of the Six Doors constables present twitch.

To remove the Dragon-Locking Needle, a special method must be used. Forcibly pulling it out will cause a backlash of internal energy, leading to qi deviation in an instant.

He must have done it on purpose!

Mad Blade, holding the Dragon-Locking Needle, approached the waiter and said, "I'll give you two choices: either let me seal your true energy with this Dragon-Locking Needle, or I'll kill you now to prevent future trouble."

The waiter's face immediately darkened. It seemed like two choices, but in reality, there was no difference. The only difference was whether he would die later or now.

He hesitated.

In an instant, the Dragon-Locking Needle in Mad Blade's hand flew out like lightning, striking his Tanzhong acupoint squarely. Immediately, he felt his internal energy being completely sealed inside his body, his vision went black, and he almost lost his breath.

……

Inside the inn, everyone present watched as the madman drove the Dragon-Locking Needle into the demon's body, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of joy at escaping death.

The most conflicted feelings naturally belonged to Cheng Shuiwu and his sister. They had come to seek revenge on Kuangdao, but in the end, it was this very enemy who saved their lives.

At this moment, Duan Peicheng struggled to his feet, cupped his hands, and said, "Brother Wang, thank you for your help in subduing this demonic son of the Blood Demon Sect—"

"Master Duan."

Mad Blade, however, was unmoved. He said calmly, drawing his sword, "Now, it's your turn. Make your move."

Upon hearing this, Duan Peicheng was taken aback, and then his expression turned ugly.

The others present were also quite surprised. They had initially thought that the Mad Blade was merely toying with the Demon Prince. Now it seemed he was truly going to challenge the three fourth-rank cultivators present.
They couldn't help but think of Xiao Qianhao's evaluation earlier. This person was indeed unconventional, acted unexpectedly, and was quite arrogant.

That's a Blue-Clad Captain from the Six Doors! How dare he challenge him like that? Doesn't he fear retaliation later?
Duan Peicheng said coldly, "What a madman! Truly arrogant. Have you thought this through?"

Before he could finish speaking, Mad Blade had already drawn his blade. This strike was the most common "cut in two," a vertical slash, but it came with extreme speed.

Normally, Duan Peicheng could easily break through, but now that he was poisoned and injured, he had no choice but to take the hit head-on, resulting in a loud bang.

He groaned, the precious sword slipped from his hand, and he was sent flying, falling to the ground and spitting out blood. He couldn't get up for a long time.

When had Duan Peicheng ever suffered such a great loss?
The one who just fought the Demon Prince to a standstill was also a fourth-rank martial artist. This Mad Blade, at most, is only a sixth-rank. If he weren't injured, he could have killed him in a few moves.

To be defeated by such a despicable person was undoubtedly a great humiliation for him.

The blood he spat out was mostly from anger.

At this moment, the entire inn became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

I don't know when, but the rain outside had stopped, and the wind had died down, leaving a sense of tranquility after the storm.

Everyone stared in disbelief as the madman mercilessly beat the already injured Duan Peicheng until he coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

Is he serious?

They simply couldn't understand what benefit he could gain from offending a fifth-rank captain of the Six Doors so vehemently.
What is the difference between this and courting death?
Afterwards, once Duan Peicheng reports it to his superiors, he will be on the wanted list, and his portrait will be plastered all over Jiangzhou. At that time, he will have no place to stand in Jiangzhou.

Once he enters the city, he may be recognized by the guards at the city gate, and then he will be surrounded and captured by the experts of the Six Doors.

Just as everyone was incredulous, Kuangdao pointed the tip of his blade at Wang Yumei and said sternly, "Your turn."

"..."

Wang Yumei remained seated cross-legged on the ground, motionless, her eyes closed, ignoring his words. She showed no intention of making a move.

Mad Blade still wouldn't let her go, flicking out a pebble that struck Wang Yumei squarely on the shoulder. Severely injured, she was knocked to the ground and couldn't get up.

"stop!"

"you dare?"

"Uncle Master!"

"..."

The disciples of the Xiaoshui Sect were furious to see their martial uncle being humiliated and began to hurl insults at him.

At this moment, Mad Blade stood with his sword sheathed, his face full of arrogance.

Just as Cheng Ruiwu was sweating for the disciples of the Xiaoshui Sect, the Mad Blade didn't bother with them. He picked up the Demon Child with one hand and the unconscious Deng Ziyang with the other, stepped out of the gate, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the madman leave.

Apart from the members of the Six Doors, they watched helplessly as a great achievement was taken away, feeling extremely distressed, yet no one dared to speak up and stop it.

……

Time passed little by little.

Two hours later, Duan Peicheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, stood up with a gloomy expression, and asked, "How are you all recovering?"

His men replied in unison, "It has recovered to about 40% or 50%." "Reporting to you, sir, it has recovered to about 70% or 80%."

"You few, come with me. The rest of you stay here. Let's go."

Duan Peicheng, along with several of his men who had recovered the fastest, gave chase.

It's not just about avenging our defeat, but also about bringing back the Demon Child.

If we can capture the Demon Child and bring him to the Six Doors, it will be a great achievement.

This merit is enough for him to exchange for a peerless divine skill.

He would not give up as long as there was even the slightest chance.

……

After a while, Wang Yumei also finished her practice, opened her eyes, looked at the several junior disciples surrounding her, and said in a deep voice, "Take that rebellious disciple back to his room."

Seeing that she had finally recovered, the female disciples breathed a sigh of relief and felt reassured. They went over and helped the now-recovered Zhu Xixi up, and together they returned to her room.

Nearby, several young men asked Cheng Ruiwu, "Senior brother, what do we do now?"

Cheng Ruiwu glanced at his sister and saw that she kept her head down and didn't say anything. He sighed inwardly and said, "Since we're here, let's go and pay our respects to Uncle Wu."

In Yujie City, the Cheng family had some acquaintances, so they went to visit them.

As for revenge, he didn't mention it, and Cheng Shiyi didn't object, which was considered tacit agreement.

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