Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

Among those present, Ding Dian appeared to be the most physically powerful.

Ding Dian was his only chance.

"Master Ding, I was wrong..."

But before he could finish speaking, Ding Dian interrupted him.

"But she didn't say that she couldn't let others do it."

"Perfect timing, Sun Fan said he'd leave you with him."

Ding Dian turned around and looked at Bao Xiang and the few people from the Blood Blade Sect.

"Leave things here to me," he said to Sun Fan. "He's yours."

Sun Fan nodded.

Ding Dian walked towards Bao Xiang at a leisurely pace, as if he were taking a stroll in his own yard.

Bao Xiang held the monk's knife, watching the person walking towards him, and a strange unease suddenly welled up in his heart.

There was no murderous intent about this person.

The most terrifying opponent is one who has no murderous intent.

Because his murderous intent had been hidden so deeply that even he himself couldn't sense it.

The Blood Blade Sect members barely noticed him make his move.

In a few moves, Shan Yong and his companions were all seriously injured, with only Sheng Di and he remaining unharmed.

"Who are you?" Bao Xiang asked.

"Ding Dian".

Bao Xiang's pupils contracted.

Ding Dian.

In the martial arts world, there is the successor of Mei Niansheng.

The successor of the Divine Illumination Sutra.

"You—" Bao Xiang subconsciously took a step back.

Ding Dian didn't give him a chance to speak; he didn't want to waste any more time arguing with the other party.

He struck out with his palm.

This palm strike wasn't fast; in fact, it could be described as somewhat slow.

A person whose shoulder blade has been pierced will experience some degree of inconvenience in movement.

But Baoxiang dared not accept the offer head-on.

The terrifying bloodstain on Shan Yong's body seemed to tell the story of how horrific that claw strike was.

That is the power of the Divine Illumination Sutra.

That was pure internal force overwhelming; even the simplest moves possessed extraordinary strength.

Exquisite and pure!

He raised his knife to block.

Bang.

Baoxiang's monk's knife flew out of his hand and broke in two in mid-air.

Then Ding Dian changed direction and slapped Bao Xiang in the chest.

The pat was very light, as light as patting an old friend on the shoulder.

But Bao Xiang was sent flying and crashed into the wall of the local temple, making a big hole in it. Bao Xiang shook his head and struggled to get up.

Shengdi's expression changed instantly.

He knew Bao Xiang's strength.

Just one palm strike.

One palm strike nearly crippled Baoxiang.

"Attack together!" Sheng Di shouted in a low voice.

The four men lunged out at the same time, and four daggers slashed at Ding Dian from four directions.

Ding Dian did not back down.

He stood still, then struck out with both hands, his left palm striking Shan Yong's knife and his right palm striking Bao Xiang's knife. He turned his body, dodging the blades of Shan Kang and Shan Xiong, and simultaneously struck their chests with both palms.

Four muffled thuds.

All four people were sent flying backwards at the same time, crashing to the ground, spitting blood, and unable to get up again.

But Shengdi turned and ran the moment he shouted that!

Are you kidding me!

Bao Xiang and the others might be fools, but he's not!

This guy's internal energy is clearly faulty!

Moreover, this person's style of doing things is incomparable to those righteous novices.

Having the advantage in strength, they can also launch a surprise attack to injure them first.

If we were to fight him to the death now, wouldn't that be suicide?

From the start to the end, it only took a few breaths.

Five second-generation disciples of the Blood Blade Sect, all at the peak of the third realm, couldn't even withstand a single move from Ding Dian.

Ling Tuisi stood in the vegetable garden, watching this scene, feeling a chill run down her spine.

He knew Ding Dianqiang, but he didn't expect Ding Dianqiang to be this powerful.

It seems that he truly bears the shadow of Mei Niansheng, the former number one figure in the righteous martial arts world.

For a moment, he was somewhat dazed.

If only he had truly treated me with sincerity back then.

Let go of that so-called sectarian prejudice.

Perhaps, he will have another son-in-law, the son-in-law of the number one master of the righteous path.

In the future, perhaps we can also get a share of the treasures in Liancheng Jue.

Ordinary wandering knights are indeed unworthy of him, the prefect.

But what about the number one expert of the righteous path?

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in life.

"You—" his voice trembled, "your Divine Illumination Sutra, has it reached its full potential?"

Ding Dian did not answer him, but turned around and looked at Sun Fan.

"Here you go," he said, then bent down, picked up Baoxiang and Shanyong, one in each hand, and walked out of the temple.

He kicked Shan Kang, Shanxiong, and Shengdi out of the vegetable garden one by one.

Only two people remained in the vegetable garden.

Sun Fan and Ling Tuisi.

Moonlight shone on the barren vegetable patch, and the wild grass rustled in the night wind.

Ling Tuisi leaned against the wall. The bleeding on his right wrist had stopped, but he could no longer grip a sword with that hand. His face was ashen, and his eyes were unfocused, like a tiger whose teeth had been pulled out.

"Kill me," he said, his voice hoarse.

Sun Fan did not move.

He looked at Ling Tuisi with a calm expression.

I won't kill you.

Ling Tuisi was taken aback.

"Killing you would be too easy for you," Sun Fan said. "You must live, live to see everything you've lost—your official position, your reputation, your wealth, and your daughter's love."

He paused for a moment: "Living is more painful than dying."

Ling Tuisi's face twitched.

"You think you've got it all figured out?" His voice suddenly turned shrill. "The Shen family can't help you forever. The imperial court won't let you off the hook—"

"The imperial court?" Sun Fan interrupted him. "Do you think the imperial court cares about a prefect who colludes with gangsters, sets up his own court of punishment, and disregards human life?"

He pulled a stack of papers from his pocket and waved them in front of Ling Tuisi.

"Everything you've done over the years is here. It includes the letters you wrote to Wan Zhenshan, the silver you had buried outside the city, and the fact that you caused the death of Chu Huai'an's father."

"These will appear on the desk of the Jingzhou government office tomorrow."

Ling Tuisi's face turned completely pale.

"You—how did you get these—"

"The Shen family helped." Sun Fan put the paper away. "The eldest son of the Shen family has been operating in Jingzhou for decades. It wouldn't be difficult for him to investigate these matters about you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Besides, the things you've done over the years haven't been exactly clean."

Ling Tuisi leaned against the wall, trembling all over.

He wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Sun Fan didn't look at him again and turned to walk out of the vegetable garden.

As he reached the door, he stopped and, without turning around, said:

"Lord Ling, there's something I forgot to tell you."

"The treasure in Liancheng Jue is real."

"But you'll never find it again."

He strode out and disappeared into the night.

Ling Tuisi slumped against the wall, looking at the bright moon overhead, and suddenly smiled.

His smile looked worse than his tears.

He spent so many years, sacrificed his daughter, killed his wife, and did so many heinous things, all for that treasure.

In the end, he never even saw what the treasure looked like.

The moonlight shone on his face, revealing the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the white hair at his temples, and his ashen complexion.

Like an old man in his twilight years.

No, he was an old man to begin with.

He was just an old man whose eyes were blinded by greed and whose mind was clouded by desire.

Meanwhile, inside Jingzhou City, the garrison battalion...