Decaying World

Chapter 91 091 Testing the Sword Five

Subtle traces remained on the wall, indicating that these people had been hiding here for a long time, keeping a close watch on the pharmacy.

Perhaps their goal was to be the first to discover the reinforcements from Qingfeng Temple, so they could make the next move.

Lin Hui flicked the tip of his sword, lifting the cylinder from the woman's hand and taking it in his own.

"Let's see if your confidence is strong enough, or if my sword is sharper." He reached out and pinched the thin rope at the bottom of the cylinder, about to pull it outwards.

"Friend, you'd better think this through." Suddenly, an old man with messy hair and a white beard, carrying a brown pipa, emerged from the shadows.

The old man was clearly a martial artist, and definitely not an ordinary one.

Because his pipa was not made of wood, but of pure metal, ordinary people, even ordinary martial artists, would not be able to defeat their enemies if they wielded such a weapon, let alone injure themselves if they swung it too fast.

"What have you decided?" Lin Hui paused, looking at the other person. "And who are you?"

"The New Martial Alliance isn't just comprised of Xing Dao's people. I, Wu Shinan, have been observing the Flying Stone Sect for some time now. They haven't just provoked you; they've also been attacking three other sects in the surrounding area, encroaching on their interests—they're extremely domineering," the old man said calmly, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the ground.

“If you rashly send out the signal and reveal your location, they will definitely spare no effort and send their best fighters to kill you immediately. That’s why I said, think it through before you pull.”

"The result is the same. Since we have to settle things sooner or later, why not now?" Lin Hui didn't want to be running around aimlessly when he couldn't find anyone.

Since everyone is confident in their own strengths, let's give it a shot.

"Good, you're confident! You must be Lin Hui, the abbot of Qingfeng Temple? I didn't take the rumors seriously at first, but it turns out that seeing is believing." Wu Shinan from the New Martial Alliance exclaimed in admiration.

laugh!
The next moment, a line of fire shot upwards from the cylinder.

The fire exploded in mid-air, turning into a rain of orange flames that lasted for two seconds before quickly extinguishing and disappearing.

After discarding the cylinder, Lin Hui glanced at Wu Shinan of the New Martial Alliance.

"Does the New Martial Alliance have a corresponding response to this matter? Are they just going to let Xingdao's martial artists expand recklessly?"

"Of course not. The new Martial Alliance was built on the foundation of the previously collapsed Martial Alliance. Now, the Free and Unfettered Pavilion is frantically recruiting martial artists from the Xingdao sect, and its power is growing at an extremely rapid pace. The Golden Hong Sect has already made preparations," Wu Shinan said with a smile.

"What preparations?" Lin Hui had heard Xue Meng mention that Jin Hongmen and Xiaoyao Pavilion were the two strongest sects in the New Martial Alliance, and were the two giants in the New Martial Alliance alliance, which was mainly composed of martial arts schools.

The Xiaoyao Pavilion is an outsider faction from Xing Daolai, while the Jin Hongmen is composed of local Tu Yue martial artists.

"It's actually very simple." Wu Shinan picked up his pipa and casually strummed it, producing a melody.

"It all boils down to four words: open and covert struggles."

"Open and covert struggles"

“Openly suppress their growth and expansion, while secretly weakening their strength,” Wu Shinan replied. “And how to weaken them… haven’t you already given yourself a legitimate reason? You can’t just let them take the beating without allowing them to fight back, can you?”

He pointed to the corpse on the ground, his face bearing an expression that everyone understood.

"So, you're here to kill people too?" Lin Hui asked bluntly.

"Don't say such harsh things. I'm here to help defend myself." Wu Shinan's old face stiffened, and he quickly corrected him.

Lin Hui was too lazy to pay attention to the other party. He understood the old man's intentions. He was sent by Jin Hongmen of the New Martial Alliance to cause trouble for Xiaoyao Pavilion.

As for the Flying Stone Gate, it was essentially a force established by the Free and Unfettered Pavilion in collaboration with martial artists from Xingdao.

Turning around and stepping out of the corner, he saw Wang Hongshi and three others waiting on the outside, blocking passersby who were trying to get closer to watch the commotion.

Some of the passersby here are truly fearless. Having eaten too much Wanfu meat, some of them are becoming muddle-headed and acting crazy, so it's still necessary to control the situation.

"Master, what just happened?" Wang Hongshi stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"They're coming soon. Spread out and don't gather together. I'll handle the Inner Strength Realm martial artists; you can deal with the rest," Lin Hui said calmly, his gaze sweeping over the street corner not far away, as if he could hear someone rapidly approaching.

His opponent arrived faster than he had imagined.

Before long, a group of strong martial artists with cross-shaped scars on the back of their hands, dressed in light yellow outfits and carrying thick-backed swords, appeared in the snowy landscape.

The leader was a woman, tall and strong. If it weren't for her overly prominent chest, no one would have been able to tell her gender if they got close.

"Here she is!" This woman was none other than Yao Huan, the internal energy martial artist who had fought Xue Meng before.

Even from a distance, across the wind and snow, she spotted Lin Hui and his group of five, as well as several corpses lying in a corner by the wall, their blood seeping out.

But perhaps because it was already commonplace, Yao Huan merely glanced indifferently at the corpses before immediately focusing her gaze on Lin Hui and the others.

"Qingfeng Temple? Finally, someone has arrived, Master!" She paused, looking to her right.

On the right side were rows of houses, but at this moment, two strange men dressed in gray robes and wearing black tiger masks slowly walked out from the roof of a two-story house.

Judging from the color of their hair, these two strange men are not young; their hair is mostly white with little black hair, indicating they are at least sixty years old.

"I saw it, such a fast sword. It must be Abbot Lin Hui of Qingfeng Temple, right?" One of the gray-robed men was Bai Feihan, who had fought Xue Meng earlier. He looked down at the five people from Qingfeng Temple, seemingly both puzzled and impressed.

"A mere five people dared to come alone, facing multiple masters of internal strength by themselves. Their courage is commendable, but they are brave but lack strategy."

"I heard he's incredibly fast, so I came all this way just to see if Tu Yue's Qingfeng Sword is faster, or my Xing Dao's Tianfan Hand!"

The other gray-robed man spoke in a cold voice, tinged with arrogance.

Not only that, at this moment, another person also walked out from behind Lin Hui and the others.

The man was bald and eyebrowless, dressed in a black kasaya, and carrying a gray object resembling a fishing net. His gaze immediately and precisely fixed on Lin Hui and his companions.

"Then you'd better hurry, otherwise once I cast this big net, no matter how fast he is, he'll be caught like a turtle in a jar!" "Old Yan, you can wait for me to make the first move before you go up," the gray-robed man said with dissatisfaction.

"Time is of the essence, let's finish this first and then talk about other things," the bald man grinned.

The group chatted and laughed in front of Lin Hui and his group, appearing completely at ease, clearly no longer taking him seriously.

But regardless of their posture, it's clear from their demeanor that they not only didn't underestimate Lin Hui, but had done their preparations to the extreme.

Four powerful internal energy martial artists surrounded Qingfeng Temple and his group like dumplings, and they even had specially made fishing nets to defend against speed experts. This was quite a serious matter for Lin Hui, who was not even twenty years old.

At this moment, four pairs of eyes were fixed on Lin Hui, watching his every move. No matter how they thought about it, they couldn't imagine that Qingfeng Temple would actually send just one abbot and four disciples straight into the ambush.

"Still too young. Too confident."

Hidden not far away, Wu Shinan shook his head inwardly. This lineup could be taken down even if there were two more Xue Mengs, let alone Lin Hui, who had just broken through to the Inner Force Realm.

Moreover, Lin Hui was overconfident and brought four burdens with him. If a fight really broke out, these four people would become a hindrance to him, making him feel restricted.

I really don't know what he thinks.

Wu Shinan could already foresee that after today's battle, Qingfeng Temple would decline from then on, like a shooting star that flashes by and disappears in an instant.

Forget it, I'll lend a hand and risk my life to snatch Lin Hui away. As for the rest, they're dead if they die. A genius like Lin Hui might have a chance to get revenge once he reaches the pinnacle of perfection.

Today's events, the death of my disciple, may become the driving force for his future struggles and growth.

Having made up his mind, Wu Shinan slowly circulated his inner energy while holding the iron pipa, ready to make a move at any moment.

Not only him, but Wang Hongshi and the other three also sensed that something was wrong, and their expressions all turned grim.

In the wind and snow, the aura of the Inner Force Realm cultivator was not concealed at all and burst forth directly. The layers of faint white light of inner force, like light bulbs, clearly distinguished the Inner Force Realm cultivator from ordinary martial artists.

One, two, three, four—a total of four internal energy realms!

How to fight this! ?

Wang Hongshi's heart wavered. He glanced ahead, but only saw Lin Hui's calm white-clad back.

He didn't know what the abbot's plans were, but at this moment, one wrong move and they could all die here. The three branches of Qingfeng Temple were united, and the core leader was Abbot Lin Hui. If anything happened to Lin Hui...
He looked at Chen Sui and the other two beside him.

The three men all looked grim, but their expressions were resolute, and they were ready to take action.

Clearly, compared to the three original disciples of Qingfeng Temple who had experienced great ups and downs, Wang Hongshi's composure was much weaker.

At this moment, Lin Hui casually twirled his sword, his gaze sweeping over the four people at the Inner Strength Realm.

Is everything ready?

"??!!"

The four of them were taken aback, wondering why he would suddenly say such a thing.

Four people were ganging up on one person, yet the opponent remained calm and confident. This wasn't just arrogance; it was sheer conceit!

Shouldn't we be making a decisive breakout and finding a way to escape at a time like this?
hiss.

Lin Hui stretched out his finger and gently wiped the blood off the surface of the sword.

Does anyone know where Elder Xue Meng of our sect is?

"Is he dead, alive, or locked up by you?"

"Now that things have come to this, Abbot Lin should worry more about himself." Bai Feihan laughed. After a moment of surprise, he guessed that Lin Hui probably thought he could easily escape the battle using the high speed, so he remained calm.

Unfortunately for them, this time they were fully prepared to counter high-speed movement techniques.

But at this moment, the words Xue Meng had spoken when he was chasing him and rushed into the fog zone flashed through his mind.

"You simply don't understand how fast the Abbot's sword is." Xue Meng's mocking expression at the time still bothers him to this day.

For a seasoned master with perfected internal strength to praise a speed to such an extent, it cannot be taken too seriously.

So he invited two old friends to join him and his master in a surprise attack on Qingfeng Temple.

We must completely annex Qingfeng Temple in this battle and seize a large area of ​​surrounding industries.

The wind and snow scattered.

At this point, Lin Hui realized he wouldn't get any more information out of him.

He raised his sword and held it diagonally in front of him.

"Isn't it better to live a good life?"

A thin layer of white light shone from his arms and shoulders.

"That's what I should be saying. Your four disciples are so young, yet they're going to die here with you. How pitiful and lamentable!" Bai Feihan laughed loudly.

Similarly, the white light emanating from his inner energy became even brighter.

The two locked eyes, each seeing absolute killing intent in the other's gaze.

(End of this chapter)