An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

In the suffocating silence, a clear and rhythmic "thump, thump, thump" sound came from below the mountain path.

The sound, neither hurried nor slow, seemed to strike the heart with each beat.

The crowd unconsciously parted to make way for each other.

A blind old man in black, holding an iron cane, slowly walked up the mountain with the help of a young man.

The old man's face was withered, his eyes were closed, but his expression was more arrogant and hard than anyone else's.

He was none other than Ke Zhen'e, the leader of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, known as the "Flying Bat".

When Guo Jing saw the newcomer, his gaze, which had wavered because of Jinlun Fawang's words, instantly sharpened again.

"Master!"

He strode forward, his voice trembling slightly as if he had finally found his pillar of support.

Ke Zhen'e did not respond.

He simply stopped, his unseen eyes "looking" into the arena, and his nose sniffing hard.

The strong stench of blood, mixed with the cool air of Zhongnan Mountain, entered his nostrils.

He heard it.

He heard Qiu Chuji's suppressed, painful groans, like a broken bellows, deep in his throat.

"Changchunzi?"

Ke Zhen'e's voice was hoarse and deep.

"Master, Master Qiu... he was crippled by that traitor Lin Ye..."

Guo Jing's voice was filled with grief and indignation.

Ke Zhen'e's body stiffened abruptly.

The muscles on his wrinkled face tensed instantly, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body!

"What did you say?"

"Lin Ye? A traitor to the Quanzhen Sect?"

Guo Jing nodded vigorously, pointing to the black-clad figure standing in the distance with a sword in hand: "That's him! This scoundrel is ruthless; he not only crippled Daoist Qiu, but also killed Daoists Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping! Master, such a demon must not be allowed to live!"

Guo Jing's words were like a ladle of boiling oil poured into Ke Zhen's already burning anger!

boom!

"What a wicked and heretical sect!"

Ke Zhen'e slammed his iron staff into the ground, and the hard bluestone slab shattered with a crash!

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky! How dare they commit such an inhumane act in front of the Quanzhen Sect!"

His blind eyes turned toward Lin Ye, as if they could pierce through the void and see that sinful soul.

He didn't need to understand what kind of sword technique it was.

He didn't need to analyze what kind of martial art it was.

In Ke Zhen'e's world, right and wrong, black and white, are crystal clear!

Harming fellow disciples is unjust!

To betray one's teacher and ancestors is disloyalty!

Indiscriminate killing of innocent people is inhumane!

Such disloyal, unjust, and heartless people are nothing but devils!

Evil and heretical people should be killed by everyone!

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Monk, the Mongolian master, and the martial arts heroes were all mere decorations in his eyes.

Why should Ke Zhen'e, who has always acted with the approval of others, need to consider the opinions of others?

"Hmph! A bunch of good-for-nothings! They just stood by and watched this monster wreak havoc, and not one of them dared to step forward!"

Ke Zhen'e shouted angrily, his voice echoing across the surrounding area.

All the martial arts practitioners present looked ashamed.

They were indeed afraid.

Lin Ye's inhuman power was beyond their comprehension.

But Ke Zhen'e was not afraid.

Or rather, the word "fear" simply doesn't exist in his dictionary.

He suddenly raised his iron staff high, the tip pointing directly at Lin Ye, and with all his might, let out a thunderous roar: "Let me, Ke Zhen'e, eliminate this traitor!"

This sound was filled with undeniable determination and fierce power!

Like a thunderclap, it cleaved through the dark clouds of fear that shrouded Zhongnan Mountain.

The deathly silent crowd was instantly ignited.

"good!"

It's unclear who was the first to shout it out.

Then, the second, the third...

"Master Ke is awesome!"

"Well said! Heretics and evil spirits should be punished by everyone!"

"Truly worthy of being a renowned hero! We are all ashamed!"

"With Hero Ke here, this scoundrel will surely be brought to justice!"

For a time, the title "Master Ke" became a common honorific.

Those martial arts practitioners who had just been terrified by Lin Ye now seemed to have found a pillar of support.

Looking at Ke Zhen'e's not-so-tall, even somewhat hunched back, they felt as if he were a towering mountain they could rely on.

Yes!

What are you afraid of?

No matter how strange Lin Ye's martial arts are, can they be more important than the word "chivalry"?

Ke Zhen'e represents the traditional, the supreme, and righteous path of the martial arts world that they can understand!

Standing on Master Ke's side means standing on the side of justice!

What they need is not someone who can defeat Lin Ye.

All they need is a hero who dares to raise his sword against Lin Ye!

A hero to whom they can entrust all their fears and responsibilities!

And Ke Zhen'e is the best choice at this moment.

Seeing his master being adored by everyone, Guo Jing felt his blood boil.

All the confusion and bewilderment in his heart vanished at that moment.

The head master has arrived.

The man who hated evil and stood tall throughout his life has arrived!

He looked at Lin Ye, who was still standing calmly in the distance, his eyes no longer showing any fear, only cold judgment.

No matter how powerful your skills are!

I don't care about your weird sword techniques!

Under the master's iron staff, all evil spirits and heretics will have nowhere to hide!

Lin Ye will surely be captured!

The mountain wind howled, stirring up dust and fallen leaves from Zhongnan Mountain, but it could not sweep away those heartfelt shouts.

"Master Ke is awesome!"

"With Master Ke here, what do we have to fear!"

"Please, Master Ke, rid the martial arts world of this scourge!"

The sound waves rose higher and higher, converging into a powerful torrent that assaulted everyone's eardrums and massaged Ke Zhen'e's incredibly proud heart.

His weathered, deeply lined face now glowed with an unusual reddish light.

He listened to these sounds as if a thirsty traveler had finally drunk a refreshing rain.

Comfortable!

so comfy!

What did Ke Zhen'e rely on to dominate the martial arts world for decades?

It wasn't his martial arts skills, which had been worn down by time, that mattered, but rather the word "chivalry"!

It is a fierce spirit that will draw its weapon even if it knows it is no match for the enemy!

What is Jianghu?

The world of martial arts is all about human relationships and reputation!

He was blind in his eyes, but not in his heart.

He "sees" things more clearly than anyone else.

The kid in front of me named Lin Ye has unorthodox martial arts and a frightening aura, but so what?

Every single one of the so-called heroes and valiant men present was terrified.

They need a flag, a leader who can embolden them to wave the flag and shout slogans.

And he, Ke Zhen'e, is the perfect banner at this moment!

Throughout his life, he hated evil and was clear about right and wrong, never asking about the reasons behind it, only judging right and wrong.

In his simplistic worldview, Lin Ye, a traitor who betrayed his master and ancestors, deserved to die.

As for the difference in strength?

snort!

Throughout his life, Ke Zhen'e has never been afraid of anything.

He once spat at Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, and also hit Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, on the forehead with his iron staff!

So what if they are the Five Masters?

He, Ke Zhen'e, still dares to curse!

Could a mere traitor of the Quanzhen Sect be more terrifying than the Five Greats?

absurd!

He sneered inwardly, a powerful sense of confidence welling up within him.

This is the world of martial arts!

Old ginger is always spicier!

His reputation as Ke Zhen'e is his greatest martial arts skill.

Today, he will use this "martial art" to kill this scoundrel in front of all the heroes of the world, so that the world can see what true chivalry is!

Thinking of this, his blind eyes suddenly turned towards Guo Jing's direction. Although he couldn't see him, he could clearly "hear" his disciple's heavy and suppressed breathing.

"Jing'er!"

Ke Zhen'e's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable severity.

Guo Jing jumped in surprise, quickly stepped forward, and respectfully bowed his head: "Master!"

"You still remember I'm your master!"

Ke Zhen'e slammed his iron staff down heavily, making the ground vibrate. "I ask you! Why is this traitor who betrays his master and harms his fellow disciples still standing here instead of being apprehended by you and executed in a public ceremony?!"

This question struck Guo Jing's heart like a heavy hammer.

Guo Jing's face instantly turned bright red, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Yes!

Why?

He was indeed stunned by Lin Ye's unpredictable methods.

That was completely beyond his understanding of martial arts, and for the first time, he felt powerless.

He didn't know how to deal with it, and he didn't know if his proud Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms would still be effective against such power.

But in front of the master, none of these were reasons!

"Have you forgotten the code of chivalry your master taught you?"

Ke Zhen'e's voice grew increasingly cold, like the biting wind of December, "Look at yourself now! Timid and hesitant, always looking back and forth! Where is even a trace of chivalry? How can you face your six deceased masters?!"

"Disciple...disciple admits his sin!"

Guo Jing knelt down with a thud, his tall body trembling slightly with shame.

He dared not defend himself.

In the face of the master's absolute view of right and wrong, any hesitation is a sin!

He felt a burning sensation on his face, as if he had been slapped countless times.

The gazes of the surrounding martial arts figures were like sharp needles, making him feel utterly ashamed.

"Hmph! You admit your guilt?"

Ke Zhen-e remained unmoved. His blind eyes stared blankly in the direction where Guo Jing knelt, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "If knowing guilt were enough, what use would this iron staff be?! What use would these rules of the martial world be?!"

He suddenly pointed his iron staff at Lin Ye, his voice echoing throughout the arena once more: "The disciples of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan should stand tall and uphold justice, helping the weak and punishing the strong! When faced with such a wicked and wicked person, we should be the first to rush forward and capture and kill him in front of everyone! Even if we are outmatched and die on the spot, we must never tarnish our reputation for chivalry! Do you understand?!"

"Disciple...understands!"

Guo Jing kowtowed heavily, his forehead striking the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

When he looked up again, the confusion and fear in his eyes had vanished without a trace, replaced by an unwavering determination just like Ke Zhen'e's!

He was wrong.

His mistake was trying to figure out how high Lin Ye's martial arts skills were, and trying to measure the gap between himself and his opponent.

As the master said, what is needed to deal with evil spirits is not calculation, but action!

It was a sacrifice!

At this moment, Guo Jing completely abandoned all distracting thoughts, with only one idea in his mind: to capture and kill Lin Ye and rid the martial arts world of this scourge!

Even if it means being shattered to pieces, I will not hesitate!

Seeing Guo Jing's renewed fighting spirit, Ke Zhen'e nodded in satisfaction.

He slowly turned around, his empty eye sockets fixed on the figure in the distance that hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end.

The surrounding applause erupted once again.

"Master Ke is right! Master Guo is a hero of our time; how could he be deceived by a sorcerer!"

"This is the true demeanor of a chivalrous hero!"

"With a senior like Master Ke here, we are truly ashamed, truly ashamed!"

These voices completely ignited the flame of arrogance in Ke Zhen'e's heart.

He enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, and the exhilaration of turning the tide single-handedly.

Ke Zhen'e, though blind, is the only "sighted person" on Zhongnan Mountain!

He took a deep breath, slowly raised the iron staff, and locked the tip of the staff onto Lin Ye's aura.

"Little beast!"

He spoke, his voice hoarse yet loud, filled with a condescending, judgmental tone.

"You have harmed your fellow disciples, betrayed your master, and committed unforgivable crimes! Today, before the heroes of the world, I, Ke Zhen'e, will act on behalf of Heaven, cripple your martial arts, and sever your limbs, making you pay for your sins!"

His words were resolute, as if he had already pronounced Lin Ye's fate.

Rumors circulated in the martial arts world that although Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e's martial arts skills were not top-notch, his unique skill of locating objects by sound was unparalleled, and his fighting style was fierce and incomparable.

Many people believe that he only suffered because of his blindness, and that his true strength far exceeded people's imagination.

Over time, even Ke Zhen'e himself came to believe it.

He felt that he was just unlucky. If he hadn't been harmed by Mei Chaofeng in his early years, with his talent and chivalrous heart, his achievements might not have been inferior to the Five Greats!

At this moment, feeling the awe and expectations coming from all directions, and feeling the unwavering killing intent emanating from his disciple Guo Jing, his long-aged heart swelled up like never before.

He felt that he was the embodiment of justice and the executor of the principles of the martial arts world!

Ke Zhen'e has roamed the martial arts world for decades; what kind of scene hasn't he seen?

What kind of expert haven't I encountered?

No matter how strong Lin Ye is, can he be stronger than Ouyang Feng back then?

I dared to fight even the seriously injured Ouyang Feng back then, so why would I be afraid of a mere brat today!

"Hmph, you fiend! Watch me capture you!"

With a loud shout, Ke Zhen'e's hunched body straightened up abruptly, the iron staff in his hand hummed, and a fierce and violent aura soared into the sky!

He pushed off with his feet, and like an arrow released from a bow, he charged straight toward Lin Ye!

He wanted to crush this arrogant brat in the most direct and violent way possible!

He wanted everyone to see clearly that in this martial arts world, what determines victory or defeat is never those fancy and unorthodox methods, but rather the righteous spirit represented by his Ke Zhen'e Iron Staff!

The staff moves like a dragon!

The person follows the cane!

Ke Zhen'e's leap embodied his entire understanding of the word "chivalry" throughout his life!

He heard the sharp whistling of his iron staff cutting through the air, the muffled thud of his footsteps crushing the bluestone, and the thunderous cheers behind him. He was plunged into an unprecedented frenzy and excitement!

He is God!

He is right!

He is the only righteous path to follow on Zhongnan Mountain!

"die!"

A roar exploded from the depths of his throat, and the iron staff, carrying the force of a thousand thunderbolts, slammed down towards Lin Ye's head!

He used all his strength in that strike!

He could even "see" Lin Ye's miserable end, with his brains splattered and his flesh mangled in a bloody mess, after this thunderous blow!

He wants to use the most brutal and direct method to declare the end of evil and heretical paths!

Guo Jing clenched his fists instantly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

He stared intently at the figure charging forward like a god, his heart pounding with excitement!

This is a true master!

This is true dedication to the country and its people!

Compared to the master's resolute decision, my hesitation and calculations just now were simply cowardly acts!

He had already secretly prepared the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, waiting for Ke Zhen'e to succeed in his attack so that he could immediately follow up and completely sever any chance of survival for that demon!

The breaths of everyone in the martial arts community froze at that moment.

Their eyes were wide open, fixed on the unstoppable iron rod, anticipating the moment when justice would be served.

however.

Lin Ye moved.

He didn't dodge, didn't block, and didn't even adopt any martial arts stance.

Amidst the shocked, bewildered, and puzzled gazes of everyone, he simply raised his right hand slowly.

Then, he extended one finger.

index finger.

What an ordinary finger it was!

Pale, long, with neatly trimmed nails, she looked almost frail, like a work of art carved from jade, untouched by the world.

And so, it floated lightly towards that heavy iron staff, powerful enough to split stone tablets.

crazy?

Or is he courting death?

This was the same thought that flashed through the minds of everyone present in a split second.

They could almost foresee that in the next instant, that reckless finger, along with the entire arm, would be crushed into a pile of minced meat by the violent force of the staff!

The expected bloodshed did not occur.

The tip of the cane touched the tip of the finger.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no explosive gust of wind.

there's noise.

It was a faint, almost inaudible muffled sound.

"Pop".

It was like a drop of water falling into the boundless ocean.

Then, the whole world fell silent.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

That iron staff, imbued with the force of a thunderbolt and the life's worth of Ke Zhen'e's skill, just like that...

stopped.

It was frozen in mid-air in a way that defied physics and defied common sense.

The tip of the staff was less than three inches from Lin Ye's brow.

What stopped it from moving forward was just that seemingly fragile finger.

What happened?

Ke Zhen'e is blind; he cannot "see" this utterly absurd scene.

But he could sense it.

The instant the tip of the cane touched that "thing," he didn't feel an impact, nor a block, but rather a...

Swallow.

All the power he unleashed, his proud and fierce staff technique, and his invincible "righteous spirit"—everything vanished without a trace the moment they made contact.

The iron staff no longer seemed to be an extension of his arm, but had transformed into an unshakeable sacred mountain.

Do not!

wrong!

A terrifying force, a hundred times more violent and a thousand times more refined than the power he unleashed, was flowing back from that tiny fingertip along the iron staff!

That's not internal energy; that's a power that no human can possess!

That was divine might!

It's divine punishment!

It is a pure, unreasonable, and overwhelming "reason"!

"Snap—!"

The crisp snapping sound didn't come from the iron rod, but from Ke Zhen'e's own arm!

He didn't even have time to react before that overwhelming force surged into his meridians like a devastating force!

"Click! Click click click!"

A series of rapid cracking sounds started in his right arm and spread instantly to his chest, spine, and legs!

He felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him from the top of his head!

The so-called sound-based positioning, the so-called powerful staff techniques, and the so-called grandmaster's demeanor are all as fragile as a joke in the face of this one finger!

"Pfft—" Ke Zhen'e's knees buckled, and he uncontrollably knelt down on the ground.

It wasn't that he wanted to kneel.

It was that force that forced him to his knees!

He could no longer hold onto the iron staff, and it crashed to the side with a thud. He himself collapsed like a lump of mud at Lin Ye's feet.

He opened his mouth, wanting to roar, wanting to question, but only a series of hissing sounds came from his throat as large gushes of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth and nose.

He's finished.

From bones and muscles to meridians, from flesh to dantian, everything was completely destroyed by the all-out attack that he was so proud of.

One finger.

Just one finger.

At the summit of Zhongnan Mountain, all was silent.

Those thousands of martial arts practitioners, without exception, all became clay or wooden sculptures with their pressure points sealed.

Their mouths were agape, their eyes filled with utter bewilderment and terror.

What was happening before their eyes was completely beyond their comprehension.

That's Ke Zhen'e, the Flying Bat!

The leader of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan!

Guo Jing, the great hero, was Guo Jing's mentor!

That senior figure whose strength is rumored to far exceed his reputation!

That chivalrous figure who was just moments ago righteous and a symbol of divine judgment!

actually……

That young man, with just one finger, just like that...

He was pinned to the ground?

This is not martial arts.

This is sorcery!

It's definitely sorcery!

The excitement and admiration on Guo Jing's face froze completely.

He was struck dumb, standing there in a daze, his mind completely blank.

One second he was still feeling excited about his master's prowess.

The next second, he watched as his master, whom he regarded as a god, knelt before the enemy like a crushed ant.

This stark contrast, this absurd reality, almost drove him insane!

"Master...Master?"

He trembled as he took a step forward, only to find his legs as limp as noodles.

Lin Ye slowly withdrew his finger. Throughout the entire process, his expression remained unchanged, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

He looked down at the once invincible mass of rotting flesh at his feet, his gaze as calm as a stagnant pool.

He couldn't even be bothered to add another kick.

too weak.

He was so weak that he couldn't even generate the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it was like a divine decree from the heavens, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Upright and righteous spirit?"

The three words carried a hint of doubt.

But it was like three resounding slaps, landing hard on the face of Ke Zhen'e, who was lying on the ground, on Guo Jing's face, and on the faces of all the self-proclaimed righteous people on the mountaintop!

This seemingly casual question contains the utmost contempt and mockery!

"puff!"

Ke Zhen'e was provoked by these three words and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Physical pain is nothing compared to the mental torture!

He's finished.

His reputation, dignity, and pride were all crushed to pieces in that moment.

He sensed it.

The gazes behind him, once filled with awe, worship, and fervor, had now turned to horror, pity, and even...

disdain.

He, Ke Zhen'e, went from being a respected martial arts master to a laughingstock and a clown.

kill him!

Kill him now!

This thought, like wildly growing weeds, instantly occupied all his thoughts!

He can't live like this!

He cannot live as a useless person, a laughingstock!

He suddenly raised his head, his empty eye sockets staring intently in Lin Ye's direction. With his last bit of strength, he squeezed out a few words from his throat, which was blocked by blood and foam.

His voice was hoarse and broken, yet it carried a hysterical stubbornness.

"I...I, Ke Zhen'e...am upright and honorable..."

He was breathing heavily, each breath feeling like swallowing a knife.

"Kill me... torture me..."

"Yes...please...do as you please!"

As he uttered his last word, he seemed to have exhausted all his life force; his head lolled to the side, and he completely lost consciousness.

But he did not beg for mercy.

In his final moments, he still tried to maintain his shattered sense of "chivalry" in this way.

He was not defeated.

He died a martyr for justice.

He must be.