A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

Chapter 131 The Li Family Sends People

After a moment of deathly silence, footsteps sounded again, even softer and more cautious. The person was moving towards the edge of the roof, each step extremely steady and slow, as if walking on ice.

The tiles made almost no sound under his feet, only a faint rustling sound, which was blown away by the night wind.

Su Bai kept his eyes closed and his breathing steady.

But his right hand had already silently clenched the straw mat beneath him.

On the roof, the man had already touched the edge of the eaves.

Su Bai's ears twitched slightly—he heard the person adjust their breathing, take a deep breath, hold it, and prepare to jump down.

Right now.

Just as the man leaped from the eaves and his toes were about to touch the ground, Su Bai moved!

He sprang from the bed like an arrow released from a bow, smashed through the window, and rushed out!

With a loud bang, wood chips flew everywhere, window paper shattered, and the figure, accompanied by a gust of wind, instantly rushed into the courtyard!

Under the moonlight, a dark figure had just landed, his toes barely touching the ground, and before he could even stand up, he was startled by the strong wind that rushed towards him, making him tremble all over!

"What?!"

The assassin was horrified!

He had mastered the intermediate-level lightness skill, "Wind God Leg," and believed that few people in the True Qi Realm could be faster than him.

At least he hadn't seen it.

As far as he knew, Su Bai was just a young man who had just entered the True Qi Realm and was unknown in this small town. There was no way he could have noticed his arrival!

But the young man exuding murderous intent in front of him didn't look like someone who had been startled awake from a dream at all!

Those eyes shone brightly in the moonlight, radiating a chilling killing intent, as if they had been waiting for him to fall!

"We've been discovered! Strike first!"

The assassin was also experienced; though startled, he remained calm. He stomped his right foot on the ground, using the momentum to spin, and unleashed a fierce whip kick that swept out with a whooshing sound!

The third move of the Wind God Leg technique: Sweep away a thousand troops!

This is his best leg technique, and also the skill that made him famous.

He once used this kick to break the ribs of a leader of the Iron Palm Gang and shatter the shoulder blade of a protector of the Sky Eagle Pavilion. Countless people have fallen victim to his kick.

At this moment, he exerted all his strength, his legs surging with true energy, faintly accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, his power terrifying!

"Bang!"

A solid kick landed on Su Bai's chest.

The assassin was overjoyed!

He knew all too well the power of that kick.

Even martial artists of the same level would be sent flying and cough up blood after taking such a kick. Let alone a vital area like the chest; at least three ribs would be broken!

But the next second, his smile froze on his face.

That kick felt like it had struck a piece of ancient, cold iron.

Su Bai remained completely still, without even frowning!

In that instant, the assassin felt as if his foot had kicked a mountain. A tremendous force of recoil traveled back up his leg bone, making his calf numb and his toes ache!

"This—how is this possible?!"

The assassin's mind went blank.

Even martial artists of the same level wouldn't dare to take that kick head-on, let alone one aimed at a vital area like the chest!

But Su Bai not only took the hit head-on, he did it so easily!

His eyes and his expression made it seem as if his leg injury was nothing more than a mosquito bite, not worth mentioning!

"this one?"

Su Bai gave a cold laugh.

Under the moonlight, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and his right hand reached out like an iron clamp, grabbing the assassin's ankle before he could retract it!

The assassin was terrified and desperately tried to pull his right leg back!

He twisted his waist, trying to use the force to break free, but the hand seemed to be attached to his foot, not moving an inch. The five fingers were like steel hoops, tightly locking his foot bones. He could even feel the fingers tightening inch by inch, and the bones in his ankle made a creaking sound as they could not bear the weight!

The next moment—

"Snap!"

Su Bai used his elbow to twist sharply!

A crisp cracking sound rang out in the night as the assassin's ankle twisted at an eerie angle, the shinbone piercing straight through the flesh, blood trickling from the white bone fragments!

"ah--!"

The assassin let out a piercing scream! The sound carried far into the silent night, startling several crows in the distant trees, which fluttered into the night sky.

A wave of excruciating pain washed over him, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Before he could even land, Su Bai's hand gripped his neck tightly, his five fingers digging deep into his flesh, lifting him up like a chick!

"Bang!"

A powerful, violent slam!

The assassin was slammed hard to the ground!

The bluestone pavement was smashed open, cracking in several places, with shards flying everywhere! He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and he saw stars before his eyes. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the cold stone slabs, a horrifying sight.

But that's not all.

Su Bai flicked his left hand, tossing the assassin into the air like a rag bag.

The assassin was in mid-air, his limbs flailing helplessly, with nothing to hold onto.

He stared at the menacing figure below, whose right fist was surging with terrifying true energy. The true energy gleamed faintly in the moonlight, like condensed frost.

He wanted to shout, to beg for mercy, but only gurgling sounds came from his throat.

"boom!"

A punch came hurtling through the air!

The violent force of the punch landed squarely on the assassin's chest!

In that instant, he heard the sound of his ribs breaking—not just one, but several, a series of cracking sounds. He was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing into the courtyard wall with a thud, then falling heavily to the ground, rolling twice before lying there motionless.

Blood gushed from his mouth, staining the bluestone slab beneath him red.

The internal energy was as disordered as a pot of boiling water, running rampant in the meridians and completely out of control.

He struggled to get up, but as soon as he managed to prop himself up a little, his arms fell limply back down, and he lay on the ground, trembling all over, unable to get up any further.

From the moment Su Bai broke through the window to the moment the assassin collapsed and couldn't get up, only three breaths had passed.

The courtyard was a complete mess.

Shattered window frames lay scattered on the ground, several shocking cracks appeared on the bluestone slabs, and there was a pool of crimson blood. The moonlight quietly illuminated everything, casting a long shadow of the standing figure.

crush.

A complete and utter crushing defeat.

Su Bai walked up to the assassin and looked down at him.

Under the moonlight, there was no anger or murderous intent on that young face, only a chilling calm.

That calm was more terrifying than anger, more chilling than murderous intent. He stood there, looking down at the blood-soaked man at his feet, as if he were looking at a lifeless object.

"Who sent you?"

Su Bai asked.

The sound was not loud, even very soft, yet it was like a knife, piercing straight into the assassin's heart.

The assassin shuddered, collapsed to the ground, and gasped for breath. His chest heaved like a broken bellows, each breath accompanied by the gurgling sound of churning blood and foam.

He didn't speak, but just clenched his teeth so tightly that his cheeks bulged out into two hard ridges.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, forming a thin line that dripped onto the bluestone slab, making a soft "drip-drip" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet night.

His eyes gleamed in the moonlight, not with tears, but with a kind of ruthlessness, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, with a last spark of madness burning deep within them.

His right hand was quietly reaching towards his waist.

The movement was extremely slow and light; his fingers moved like insects in the shadows beside him, inch by inch approaching the inside of his belt.

There lay a last hope—a poisoned dagger.

The hilt of the knife was wrapped in black cloth to prevent it from reflecting light, and the blade was coated with a deadly poison that could kill instantly upon drawing blood; it was his last lifeline.

If Su Bai gets any closer, if he can pull out that dagger, even just once, it would be enough to make this evil star suffer a great loss.

Su Bai lowered his gaze.

With a gentle droop, her eyelids halfway down, her gaze slicing through him like a knife, landing precisely on his hand.

The assassin's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

He saw that little movement.

"Still thinking of resisting?"

He leaned forward slightly, his movements as casual as picking up a fallen leaf. His right hand reached out and easily grabbed the assassin's right hand, which was reaching for his waist, and gave it a gentle twist.

"Snap!"

The hand bones snapped instantly.

The sound was crisp and clear, especially distinct in the night. The broken bone protruded from under the flesh, stark white, just like the previous leg.

"ah-!"

The assassin screamed again, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, mingling with the blood on his face.

He looked up at Su Bai, his eyes filled with fear.

Under the moonlight, that young face remained calm.

In that instant, he finally realized that the young man in front of him was not the "ordinary early stage of True Qi Realm" that the intelligence had described!

That's the pinnacle of True Qi Realm!

Even stronger!

That body of steel, that lightning-fast moves, that icy gaze—this is no nobody, he's a demon who crawled out of the bloodbath of Hushan!

Su Bai remained calm.

He released the assassin's severed hand, crouched down, and looked at him with his calm, expressionless eyes. Moonlight cast a shadow behind him, enveloping the assassin entirely.

"I'll ask you one more time, who sent you?"

The assassin's lips trembled, but he still tried to grit his teeth and endure.

He closed his eyes, refusing to look into those eyes.

He told himself that as long as he held on, as long as he didn't say anything, Young Master Li would definitely save him, he definitely would—

Su Bai sighed.

The sigh was soft, yet it sent chills down the spine of the assassin.

He opened his eyes and saw Su Bai reach out and grab his left little finger.

The hand was dry and warm, but it felt like he was being entangled by a cold snake.

"Click."

With a gentle twist, his little finger snapped. The bone fragment pierced the flesh, and blood seeped from under the nail. The assassin shuddered in pain, letting out a suppressed howl.

"ah!!"

"Still not going to tell?"

Su Bai's voice remained calm, as if asking what he had eaten that day.

"Click."

Another one. The ring finger.

"ah--!"

The assassin's screams echoed through the night sky, startling birds roosting in the trees further away.

"Click."

The third one. The middle finger.

The assassin convulsed in pain, his face streaked with tears and snot, mixed with dirt and blood, making his features unrecognizable. He watched as Su Bai reached for his fourth finger, the movement unhurried, like snapping corn or breaking a branch—so casual, so composed.

His psychological defenses finally collapsed completely.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!!"

He screamed hoarsely, his voice trembling with sobs, like a chicken being choked.

Su Bai's hand stopped.

The hand stopped just an inch in front of the assassin's index finger.

The assassin gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. He could feel the warmth emanating from that hand; if he hesitated even a moment longer, that index finger would be snapped off like the previous three.

"It's—it's Li Yuehu! Young Master Li Yuehu sent me!"

He practically screamed it out, his voice shrill and sharp, filled with sobs and fear.

Li Yuehu.

Su Bai's eyes flickered slightly.

People from the Li family.

As expected, it's the Li family.

He straightened up, looking at the completely broken assassin at his feet, his expression still calm.

The moonlight shone on his face, but his young face remained expressionless, as if the person who had just broken off people's fingers one by one was not him at all.

"Li Yuehu————"

He murmured the name softly, as if remembering something important, or perhaps savoring something. The voice was very soft, as soft as a breeze, yet it sent another shiver down the assassin's spine.

The assassin lay on the ground, panting heavily, his face covered in blood and dirt.

A faint light flashed in his eyes—it was hope.

He has already confessed and revealed the mastermind. Shouldn't the other party spare his life?

According to the rules of the underworld, one should not bring trouble upon family members, nor should one bring trouble upon others.

The next second, a fist landed on his back.

The violent true energy instantly shattered his heart meridian.

In that instant, he didn't even feel any pain. He only heard a muffled "plop" in his chest, and then his whole body went limp, like a lump of mud.

The assassin's pupils dilated suddenly. Before he could even scream, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless. His eyes were still open, the moon reflected in his pupils; the moonlight was bright and cold.

Su Bai withdrew his fist and stood up.

He glanced down at the corpse on the ground. In the moonlight, the body was curled up in a ball, its limbs twisted at bizarre angles, and a pool of blood beneath it was slowly spreading, forming a small dark puddle on the bluestone slab.

A sweet, fishy smell filled the air, mixed with the coolness of the night breeze, and it was somewhat pungent.

A fierce glint flashed across his young face.

"Li Yuehu".

He read the name aloud again.

The voice was soft, yet carried a chilling undertone. It was like words etched into bone, or the blade slowly being pushed across a whetstone.

The night was dark.

In the courtyard, only a cold corpse and a young man standing in the moonlight remained.

In the distance, the faint sound of a night watchman striking his clapper could be heard, one strike after another, rhythmically.

"The weather is dry, be careful with fire."

The sound grew closer and then farther away, gradually disappearing into the depths of the night.

The moonlight shone quietly, illuminating the bloodstains, the shattered window frame, the faded frost on the old locust tree, and his young and serene face.