The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

At the same moment, inside the Zhengqi Hall on Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Hua.

The atmosphere inside the hall was so heavy it was suffocating.

Yue Buqun sat upright in the position of sect leader, his hand tightly gripping a folding fan, his face gloomy.

Only the slightly faster tapping frequency revealed his inner turmoil.

Below the hall, a middle-aged man of exceptionally burly stature stood with an arrogant expression, his hands behind his back, exuding an imposing aura.

It was Gui Xinshu, the second disciple of Mu Renqing of Chaoyang Peak, known in the martial arts world as "Invincible Divine Fist".

Yuan Chengzhi stood beside him, his expression complex. He seemed about to speak several times, but was overwhelmed by Gui Xinshu's imposing presence.

More than ten disciples from Chaoyang Peak, armed with weapons and with unfriendly expressions, followed behind, indicating that they were up to no good.

"Yue Buqun, you old bastard, are you going to talk or not!" Gui Xinshu's voice boomed like a bell, making the roof beams tremble slightly: "Where is your disciple, the murderer Chen Qianyang?"

"Junior Brother Gui," Yue Buqun said calmly, "I've already said that what happened that day was a misunderstanding, and I've already punished the offender..."

"Bullshit! You hypocrite, I know you too well!" Gui Xinshu interrupted Yue Buqun. "I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Hand this brat over to me immediately, and I'll deal with him as I see fit. Otherwise, I swear I won't rest until today!"

"Senior brother, please calm down!" Yuan Chengzhi hurriedly stepped forward: "The events of that day have not been fully investigated. There are indeed suspicious circumstances surrounding Junior Nephew Mei's death, and Chen Qianyang may not have acted intentionally..."

"Yuan Chengzhi! Whose side are you on?" Gui Xinshu glared at Yuan Chengzhi, then looked at the Huashan group again: "What? Are all the people on Huashan cowards?"

Upon hearing this, all the disciples of Mount Hua paled.

Seeing the conflict escalating, Yuan Chengzhi hurriedly added, "Master sent us here to find the truth, not to cause trouble."

"Oh? Provoking trouble?" Gui Xinshu's eyes widened, and he said sternly, "My disciple died innocently and tragically, that is the highest principle, don't try to use your master to intimidate me!"

"Yue Buqun! I'll ask you one more time, are you going to hand it over or not!"

It should be known that Gui Xinshu has always disliked Yue Buqun's disciples. With his beloved disciple's tragic death and the support of outsiders, he had already made up his mind to take this opportunity to crush Yue Buqun's Qi Sect lineage in one fell swoop and reclaim the Huashan Mountain Gate for his Chaoyang Peak.

"Gui Xinshu!" Before Yue Buqun could speak, he attracted the attention of Ning Zhongze, who was standing to the side.

At this moment, her eyebrows were already furrowed, and she could no longer hold back: "You keep calling me a hypocrite and a coward, and my senior brother is good-natured and won't stoop to your level. Do you really think there's no one else in Mount Hua?!"

"Oh?" Gui Xinshu glanced at her, his tone laced with sarcasm: "As expected of the Jade Maiden of Mount Hua, I never thought that the most courageous person in the entire Mount Hua Sect would be a woman. Fine, let me see if Yue Buqun's wife's skills are as good as her words."

Ning Zhongze's pretty face turned pale with anger. She had always been a strong-willed person and could not bear such humiliation.

Without saying much, a clang was heard, and the long sword was drawn, its light as white as snow. A Ning-style sword strike was aimed straight at Gui Xinshu's chest.

This sword strike was both swift and precise, without the slightest error.

However, Gui Xinshu remained completely still, only letting out a cold snort.

"A trivial skill!"

He neither dodged nor evaded, waiting until the sword tip was three feet in front of him before suddenly throwing a heavy punch.

It brought with it an incredibly fierce gust of wind, rushing towards us like a tidal wave.

It was none other than the Jade-Breaking Fist Technique that made him famous.

He used his flesh and blood to block the sword blade.

That's truly impressive spirit and skill.

Ning Zhongze felt a tremendous force crashing into him, and he cried out in alarm, his sword strike momentarily halting.

That domineering force was something she had never seen before in her life.

She felt her blood surging in her chest, and the long sword in her hand almost slipped from her grasp.

"Thump thump thump!"

Ning Zhongze took three steps back, his face deathly pale, clearly having suffered a great loss.

"The Jade Maiden of Mount Hua is nothing special! It's spicy enough, but the level is far from up to par!" Gui Xinmu said with a mocking smile.

"Master's wife!" Seeing his master's wife being humiliated, Linghu Chong could no longer bear it. He drew his longsword and unleashed the Huashan sword technique.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Gui Xinshu chuckled and threw another punch directly at the sword light.

"But it's still a long way off!"

Gui Xinshu's punches were wide-ranging, powerful, and domineering.

Although Linghu Chong's swordsmanship was exquisite, brute force could overcome any technique, and Gui Xinshu was far superior to him in both strength and internal energy.

Skill is useless in the face of absolute power.

The sound of metal clashing was incessant.

In just ten moves, Linghu Chong's sword was completely suppressed.

The situation was already fraught with danger as they struggled to cope with both sides.

Gui Xinshu laughed loudly: "Yue Buqun, is this your eldest disciple? Truly pathetic!"

He suddenly changed his fist technique into a palm strike, and the Jade-Breaking Fist had been replaced by the Hunyuan Palm.

Unlike the Jade-Breaking Fist, which can split gold and shatter rocks, this Hunyuan Palm may not look as fierce, but its power is even greater.

If this palm strike landed squarely, Linghu Chong would be seriously injured, if not killed.

"Since you refuse to hand over that brat surnamed Chen, then I'll trade one life for another and kill your eldest disciple!"

"Chong'er, be careful!" Yue Buqun's expression finally changed, and he was about to get up.

Unexpectedly, Linghu Chong swiftly spun his longsword, barely managing to block the earth-shattering palm strike.

The exquisite nature of Huashan swordsmanship was clearly revealed at this moment.

But the power of that palm strike was truly astonishing; with a single blow, it sent Linghu flying several feet away.

"Not bad, not bad, you've got something!" Gui Xingshu took another step forward. "But it's still far from enough!"

The earth-shattering Hunyuan Palm was unleashed once again.

At this moment, Linghu Chong collapsed to the ground, incapacitated and unable to fight. Clearly, it was all over.

Gui Xinshu defeated two top masters from the Huashan Sect in a few moves, and now he is able to kill Linghu Chong to avenge his disciple.

I felt incredibly refreshed and wanted to burst into laughter.

At this critical moment!

"How dare you!"

A clear shout came from outside the hall, and the sword arrived with the sound!

A whooshing sound rang out.

A long sword shot towards them like a dragon in flight.

Yuan Chengzhi, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Senior brother, be careful."

He was shocked to see that the sword was aimed at the spot where Gui Xinshu had stepped forward.

That was ruthless! That was accurate!

Gui Xinshu was also startled. As a master, he could naturally see the power of this sword strike.

If he insists on injuring Linghu Chong, his own palm will surely be pierced by this sword!

Gui Xinshu was no ordinary person. With a loud shout, he abruptly withdrew his palm strike, which had been poised to succeed.

The palm strike grazed Linghu Chong's cheek, causing a spiderweb-like crack to appear on the stone pillar behind him.

Gui Xinshu abruptly withdrew his palm, avoiding the deadly sword tip.

The longsword continued its momentum, firmly embedded in the bricks in front of Linghu Chong, its hilt sinking three-tenths of an inch, still trembling wildly!

The room was deathly silent.

Only then did everyone realize that it was Chen Qianyang's sword.

"Who dares to launch a sneak attack!"

Gui Xinshu stopped and stood there, his face ashen as he looked towards the door.

Chen Qianyang slowly stepped into the Zhengqi Hall.

His handsome face remained calm and expressionless.

He didn't even glance at the menacing Gui Xinshu, and picked up his sword without looking back.

He bowed to the person in the seat of honor.

"Disciple Chen Qianyang greets Master and Mistress."