Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

"Afraid!"

"Of course I'm afraid!"

Sun Baifa habitually took two puffs with the green cigarette holder, but what reached his lungs was no longer the familiar smoke, but the cold air from the temple entrance.

There was no discomfort on his aged face, only a deep gaze fixed on the distance.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, but layers of dark clouds obscured it, making it appear even darker than before.

The old man sighed, the wrinkles on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes gathering together. "But between you and Shangguan Jin Hong, I can only choose one! Between two evils, I must choose the lesser. It has to be you. Thank goodness it's you!"

The Heavenly Secret Staff is not the same as it was twenty years ago. Its power and strength have been exhausted, and it can no longer unleash even 80% of its full internal energy!

The Dragon and Phoenix Rings are not the same as they were twenty years ago. Their power is even greater than before, and their ambition is even more fervent. They can unleash twelve times the power of their tenth strength!

Given this shift in power, even without a direct confrontation, Sun Baifa knew he was no match for Shangguan Jin Hong in his current state.

Given Shangguan Jin Hong's personality, once he wins, he will absolutely not spare Sun Baifa's life!

Sun Baifa, holding the title of number one, did not need to prove himself by fighting against the "Dragon and Phoenix Rings," so he could hide and wander the world to the ends of the earth.

However, with the rise of the "Dragon and Phoenix Rings" and the sweeping of the Money Gang across the north and south, Sun Baifa knew that one day he would not be able to hide anymore.

Rather than letting Shangguan Jin Hong find him, it's better to have someone kill Shangguan Jin Hong first!

Sun Baifa originally had his eye on Li Xunhuan, nicknamed "Little Li the Divine Blade," who ranked third on the Weapon Ranking.

He had seen Li Xunhuan from afar and knew that although the man had gone to the border, his "Little Li Flying Dagger" was even faster than before.

But they are also more cautious.

He won't draw his sword easily.

He came back this time only to put an end to the regrets of his past life, perhaps as a comma, but definitely not to cause trouble.

Although trouble had already befallen him the moment he decided to return...

Sun Baifa originally wanted to find an opportunity to do Li Xunhuan a favor and establish a friendship, but he suddenly discovered Wei Wu.

A person whose origins he could not trace even after mobilizing all his intelligence networks and connections;

A young man with exceptional talent, whose poison skills are no less than those of the "Ghost Doctor," whose palm strength surpasses that of the "Green Demon Hand," and whose throwing knives are comparable to those of "Little Li the Divine Knife"!

Shangguan Jin Hong would not accept that the "Heavenly Secret Staff" was defeated by the "Little Li Flying Dagger" because, in his view, Li Xunhuan was the challenger.

But Shangguan Jin Hong will definitely accept the arrival of a young man from the martial arts world.

Because the martial arts world is never short of extraordinary talents.

But doing so would be tantamount to putting Wei Wu in the spotlight, making him the focus of attention in the martial arts world.

This is definitely a good thing for Wei Wu.

Wei Wu was well aware of the immense popularity that defeating the "Number One on the Weapon Ranking" would bring him—it was as eye-catching as a newly debuted amateur's album sales dominating the Chinese music scene.

However, this benefit is invisible, so he needs some tangible "compensation".

Sun Baifa seemed to feel cold; his withered body curled up in his blue shirt, leaning against the doorframe. His voice held no trace of relief at gaining freedom, only an indescribable loneliness and desolation.

People in the martial arts world are inherently concerned with fame and fortune, and the more they are at the forefront of trends, the more they cannot let go of these two things.

Sun Baifa retired gracefully at the height of his career in order to preserve the Sun family's legacy and the lives of his children and grandchildren, but he ruined his own reputation and the glory of most of his life.

But as the patriarch of the Sun family, he quickly composed himself and spoke slowly:

What do you want?

"Sun Xiaohong".

Wei Wu had no idea what he needed.

Money is the most useless thing;

Fame is the inevitable reward that follows.

Of the five vices—wine, women, wealth, and power—only "women" remains.

"Impossible!" Sun Baifa resolutely rejected Wei Wu's request.

The reason he went to such lengths was to protect his descendants, so how could he possibly betray his granddaughter for his own sake?

Sun Baifa had four sons. The eldest son died early, so he always raised his orphaned daughter with him. The second son had good martial arts talent, but he was stubborn and lived in seclusion for more than ten years. The third and fourth sons were not cut out for the martial arts world, so they scattered in the martial arts world and did some shady business of collecting and selling intelligence.

It can be said that Sun Xiaohong was his eyeball.

He exhaled and said, "Let's change the request."

Wei Wu shook his head.

Sun Baifa's gaze deepened. "I only used thirty percent of my strength just now, and you were able to withstand it, which is already extremely rare in the martial arts world. How much of your strength did you use?"

Let's say it's 20%.

Wei Wu leaned casually against the door and said in a relaxed tone:

"Don't put on airs like an old master. Back in the day, you, Sun Baifa, were nothing special. If it weren't for Kuaihuo Wang repeatedly swindling people in the martial arts world, and Shen Lang and his group had gone to sea, would you have had a chance to stand up during the darkest period of the martial arts world?"

"You must be at least seventy-five or seventy-six this year, but I'm only in my early twenties. You're lucky to live to be thirty, while I'll only be in my fifties."

"You think you can outlive me?"

Sun Baifa's hand, which was stroking half of the Heavenly Secret Staff, suddenly stopped. He looked down at his hand, which was covered with age spots. If he took a sniff, he could smell the old man's scent on his body.

He was silent.

He has at most ten years to live.

Ten years later, if Wei Wu hadn't died, he would only be in his thirties, an age when it wouldn't be outrageous to call him a "young hero" in the martial arts world!

Sun Baifa's lips suddenly trembled.

The King of Joy has dominated the martial arts world for twenty years.

Shen Lang has mediated the martial arts world for ten years.

Wei Wu could suppress the martial arts world for at least thirty years!

Thirty years, thirty years!

If the Sun family can produce another prominent figure in the next thirty years, their legacy can continue for several more decades!

Sun Baifa's hands also trembled.

He shakily stuffed the cigarette holder into his mouth, took a deep drag, and the icy air that rushed in made him cough. A flush rose on his pale face. He hunched over, one hand on the threshold, the other pounding his chest to catch his breath. The two sections of the Heavenly Secret Staff fell to the ground at that moment.

"Grandpa, are you alright?"

Sun Xiaohong ran over, supporting Sun Baifa with one hand and patting his back with the other, but her eyes cautiously glanced at Wei Wu, her bright, almost expressive eyes asking, "What happened to my grandfather?"

Seeing the girl's fearless demeanor, Wei Wu suddenly had a mischievous thought and said, "I'm threatening your grandfather. Either you stay by my side as a slave and I'll let him go, or this mountain temple will be the burial ground for you and your grandfather."

He said this while smiling.

It sounds like a joke.

But he completely forgot his nickname, "The Unpredictable Smile"!

This single sentence sparked a flurry of thoughts among the others in the mountain temple. As their eyes met, countless stories were fabricated, such as "he was lustful and took advantage of his youth and strength to bully the old man," which would infuriate the martial arts community.

Instead, Sun Xiaohong's face turned quite red. She glared at him fiercely, turned her head away, and whispered to him with her shiny black braid, "My grandfather has bad legs, so you have to give him the carriage."

Sun Baifa coughed even more violently.

Wei Wu, on the contrary, laughed loudly.

Amidst the sighs and lamentations of the martial arts world, Lin Xian'er bit her lip, looking at the young Sun Xiaohong with a sense of crisis filling her heart, thinking to herself:

"We need to think of some new methods, but with only a few openings, how else can we operate..."