Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

As the saying goes, cutting off someone's money is like killing their parents.

A coffin was used to block the door.

It means a fight to the death.

Bloodstains still remained on the ground; the old man's only son and beloved apprentice had both perished in this alley.

Now he is all alone, his thin figure exuding a sense of desolation.

My voice is cold, all I want is justice!

Zhang Zhongping no longer seemed to be the owner of Hongyun Martial Arts School, but a pitiful old man whose entire family had been slaughtered by a gang, leaving him only with a last vestige of revenge.

In this situation, even if officials from the government came, they probably wouldn't be able to easily intervene.

Who can stop an old man like this from avenging his son?

Is he going to support the Blackwater Gang?

Zhang Zhongping had already gone all in and could not afford the slightest mistake; he had even taken the young Purple Dragon Constable into account!

"..."

The magpie's nest door was half-closed.

Jin Gui, who happened to be sweeping the floor, stood there in a daze and was caught red-handed by this martial arts master.

She was so frightened that her legs went weak. She originally wanted to retreat back into the house like other girls and let Master Lin handle the matter.

But after hearing that heartfelt "a life for a life,"

Jin Gui suddenly recalled the desperate, wailing, and pathetic state she had been in when Zhang Ci came over that day.

She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and turned back shakily, asking with some incomprehension, "Since you understand this principle, why did you let your only son kill two of us without any reason?"

Jin Gui was just an ordinary prostitute.

It was already quite an achievement to be able to speak in the face of a renowned martial arts master.

Therefore, her voice was low and her tone was soft.

It was so soft it didn't even sound like a question.

But those words made Zhang Zhongping's face tremble rapidly.

A surge of intense rage quickly filled his eyes.

The old man raised his head in disbelief, as if he had been greatly insulted, and even his voice became much sharper:

"You're comparing my son to the worthless life of a whore?!"

As he spoke, the powerful aura emanating from Zhang Zhongping unconsciously spread outwards.

The overwhelming sense of oppression turned Jin Gui's face pale, and she quickly understood why fates were divided into noble and lowly.

The onlookers' expressions changed drastically, and they quickly retreated.

It is said that Grand Martial Masters are powerful, but only by experiencing it firsthand can one realize that those rumors are far from accurate.

If I were the fox in the magpie's nest, I would never show myself to face the other side alone.

That's terrifying.

popping.

The sudden applause was Jin Gui's response to Zhang Zhongping's question.

"Well said."

The young man in the long gown strolled down from upstairs, clapping his hands with emotion.

He stepped past the trembling golden osmanthus tree and strode across the threshold.

"..."

The moment Lin Shu walked out.

Zhang Zhongping narrowed his eyes, his body tensing instantly beneath his loose clothes as he stared intently at the young man.

He tried to detect the faint signs of weakness in the other person.

When she looked up, she was met with a fair, handsome, and playful face.

"Their lives are indeed worthless, and my life isn't worth much either, otherwise why would I be begging for food in a place like this?"

Lin Shuli stood at the door.

He carefully examined the coffin in front of him: "But I'm really curious to see what makes your young master's life so precious."

After hearing the first half of his sentence, everyone in Qingliu Lane thought that this fox was going to back down first.

But the next moment, they saw Lin Shu raise her head with a smile, then suddenly lift her leg and slam her foot into the coffin!

boom--

A dull thud suddenly exploded.

The two-meter-long, pitch-black coffin, like a giant python leaping out or a giant pestle striking a bell, slammed down on the opposite side with terrifying force!

The old man was like that struck bronze bell.

His body suddenly sank, his arms crossed over his shoulders, using his entire upper body to brace against the coffin.

Both surging forces merged into it.

The pitch-black coffin, as thin as paper, was torn apart by an invisible force, turning into countless wooden strips!

Deng Deng!

Zhang Zhongping took several steps back, his heels landing firmly on the stone steps before he regained his balance.

"Ha!"

A look of surprise appeared on his face; the opponent's kick just now was clearly full of spiritual power.

There wasn't a trace of him being exhausted!

Before he could even question Tian Jingyuan in his heart, Zhang Zhongping suddenly looked up and saw a scene that made his eyes turn red.

The coffin was broken, so the corpse inside was naturally in no better condition.

Not only were his clothes torn, but his limbs were also twisted off like pretzel, and he landed in the alley in such an unseemly manner.

Lin Shu stepped down the stone steps, her long boots landing firmly on Zhang Ci's chest.

He lowered his eyes, hooked the corpse's chin with the tip of his shoe, and flipped the bloodless face back and forth a couple of times.

"Forgive my poor eyesight."

Lin Shu's smile faded, and she said indifferently, "I really couldn't tell."

How dare a beast that bullies the weak and fears the strong, and only preys on the unfortunate, talk about the value of life?

"ah!!"

A hoarse roar echoed throughout Qingliu Lane.

Zhang Zhongping finally lost his composure. His aged face twisted in anger. This vile fox was stepping not only on his son's corpse, but also on the reputation that Hongyun Martial Arts School had built up over decades.

Regardless of whether you are exhausted or your life is nearing its end.

No matter how powerful your background is.

If you want to destroy me, then...

"Die!"

Zhang Zhongping's white shirt billowed wildly, and there seemed to be something cocooning inside his thin body.

Following his meridians, an invisible surge of energy finally burst forth!

The old man shattered the stone steps with one foot and charged forward with ferocity.

His powerful internal energy surged around his body, transforming into a blurry tiger shadow. With a sharp screech, the dilapidated walls of Qingliu Lane cracked open and nearly collapsed!

"..."

Lin Shu stood sideways, black energy emanating from her fingertips.

In an instant, the black flame that was frantically reaping lives in the night once again entered everyone's eyes.

However, compared to that night, the evil fire today seems to be several times stronger.

Centered on the magpie's nest, the area within a dozen meters felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, with a chilling cold seeping into one's very bones.

Now that the restriction of spiritual power is gone, the immortal technique "Youyue Bone-Splitting Hand" seems to have quietly been unshackled.

Lin Shu suddenly raised her arm, her palm reaching straight forward.

Wisps of black energy shot out like venomous snakes, spreading and enveloping the blurry tiger shadow.

They danced wildly.

The sharp internal energy was easily torn apart by the black energy and then quickly dissolved.

The tiger's roar dissipated in the blink of an eye.

With a slight sway of his long robe, Lin Shu remained standing motionless.

But the emaciated old man kicked his legs wildly, hanging precariously in front of him.

Zhang Zhongping's neck was gripped tightly by a clean hand, the fingertips slowly piercing his loose skin.

The black energy seeped into his body through the wound, and its chilling aura froze his flesh and blood.

Snapped!Snapped!

The old man's eyes bulged, veins stood out, and he pounded on the young man's wrist with all his might.

But his increasingly sluggish reactions gradually made his movements weak.

"Let...let them go..."

Zhang Zhongping had competed with many cultivators before, but he had never seen such sinister immortal techniques.

What terrified him even more was that the aura emanating from this immortal technique clearly exceeded the scope expected of someone in the early stages of Qi Refining.

The old man could no longer speak in complete sentences; he could only stare wide-eyed, hoping the other party could see his intention to beg for mercy.

"Shouldn't you say it?"

"Your life must be quite valuable."

The last sound Zhang Zhongping heard was a slightly teasing whisper.

puff!

Blood spurted from his fingertips.

Lin Shu brutally crushed that fragile neck.

At the same time, a prompt immediately appeared in front of me.

"Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace; killing a worthless life earns a reward of twenty coins."