Ultimate True Lord

The evening moonlight was cool and clear, illuminating the outline of the cottage with exceptional clarity. Ren Lie raised his hand to signal his men to be quiet, and the group continued to move stealthily, crouching low as they approached the cottage in the distance.

When I was only a few steps away from the door, the surroundings were so quiet that I could hear the wind rustling through the grass. Inside the house, there was not a sound at all. There was no talking, no footsteps, not even the softest breathing.

A hint of barely suppressed joy flashed in Ren Lie's eyes, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself: Sure enough, the sleeping potion took effect, and all of the Wen family members have passed out!

He nodded slightly to his two subordinates in front of him, and the two understood immediately and stepped forward.

One person held the door open, while the other took out an iron crowbar and gently pried it open at the bolt.

With a soft "click," the wooden bolt tilted, and the door trembled.

The two pushed the door open.

They were secretly laughing to themselves, feeling that this trip was a piece of cake, and their hands holding the machetes were trembling with excitement.

But as soon as they stepped inside, the smiles on their faces instantly froze.

The herb-gathering team that had fainted as expected was not inside the house.

Only a row of herb gatherers, each holding a machete and with cold eyes, stood neatly in the room, six or seven pairs of eyes simultaneously locking onto them.

From the shadows on either side of the wooden door, Lin Fei and several other strong guards suddenly sprang up, their arms raised high, their machetes whistling through the air as they slashed down at the two men!

The two bandits' pupils suddenly contracted, their hair stood on end, and the sinister smiles that were about to come out of their mouths were abruptly stuck in their throats. They only had time to let out a terrified scream.

"what!"

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two muffled thuds of blades piercing flesh echoed in succession, breaking the darkness of the night.

Without uttering a second groan, the two collapsed straight down the threshold, their warm blood instantly splattering all over the wooden door and slowly trickling down the door panel.

At the doorway, Lin Fei held a knife in one hand, a few drops of blood splattered on his face, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground, his expression complex.

He recalled that just now on the mountain, he thought Jiang Ming's suspicion that someone was spying on him was just a young man's lack of experience and making a fuss over nothing.

Now that the bandits have actually come knocking, it's clear that the other party wasn't just being suspicious, but rather genuinely astute and cautious.

Lin Fei's previous contempt vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of astonishment and admiration.

Outside the door, Ren Lie witnessed his subordinate's gruesome death in an instant. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared in fury, "How dare you lie to me! You're asking for death!"

The burly man roared and charged forward, brandishing his knife, lunging at Lin Fei. In the blink of an eye, he had swiftly reached the doorway.

Just then, Jiang Ming, who had been waiting in the darkness, suddenly made his move. His figure was like an arrow, and a hard palm strike was launched out with a sharp and swift motion.

Ren Lie, being a seasoned veteran, immediately became alert upon hearing the sound and raised his sword to block in front of his chest.

With a crisp clang, Jiang Ming's palm struck the blade, and as it parried, he flung out a cloud of lime.

Ren Lie reacted quickly, abruptly turning his head to avoid the powder mist, but Jiang Ming seized the opportunity to deliver a swift palm strike, slapping hard on the back of Ren Lie's hand holding the knife.

Ren Lie felt a sharp pain, his wrist went numb, and the long sword flew out of his hand.

"What a despicable tactic!"

He endured the numbness and pain in his wrist, quickly took a few steps back, but his sinister gaze remained fixed on the tall and strong figure in front of him.

"Bang!"

Unexpectedly, another cloud of quicklime exploded in front of them, swift and powerful.

"Damn it, not again!"

Ren Lie retreated again, half of his body covered in lime powder, but fortunately, no lime got into his eyes.

He was the third leader of Black Stone Village, a man who had spent years on the edge of a knife and blood. His combat experience far surpassed that of ordinary people, and he was well-prepared to deal with such insidious tactics.

Before the lime dust had even settled, Jiang Ming's voice drifted slowly from the other side of the mist, carrying a hint of genuine praise: "As expected of a seasoned veteran, such a quick response is truly rare."

Jiang Ming paused for a moment, his tone frank and natural, showing no sign of haste, and loudly introduced himself.

"I am a disciple of the Liefeng Leg Sect from Mingjiangpu in Wangyue City, currently serving in the Wen family's herb-gathering team. May I ask who you are and why you have attacked my Wen family's team without provocation?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fei and his guards behind him were slightly taken aback and exchanged glances. A murmur of doubt immediately arose in their hearts.

Jiang Mingming was clearly a formal disciple of Fenghepu Red Sand Palm, and also the junior brother of the second young master of the Wen family. How did he suddenly become a member of the Rifting Wind Leg? Could it be that they misheard him before?

Ren Lie across from him snorted coldly, his eyes as sinister as a wolf's, staring intently at the figures revealed after the lime dust had cleared. He said in a vicious voice, "You don't need to know who I am. Today, you've all trespassed into Qingya Mountain, so you're all doomed!"

Having said that, he clenched his fists, about to leap forward.

However, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks, shouting sharply, "No! You're not a disciple of the Rending Wind Leg style at all; you're a member of the Red Sand Palm style!"

A flicker of apprehension crossed his eyes. The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became, and he gritted his teeth in fear.

"You treacherous brat! If I had believed your lies and focused solely on defending against your leg techniques, I would have been instantly at a disadvantage and taken several of your dirty tricks!"

Jiang Ming stood there, sighing inwardly. He hadn't managed to outmaneuver his opponent; he was indeed a seasoned veteran.

It seems this person came specifically for the Wen family's herb-gathering team, having already figured out their background. It's a real pity that this little trick couldn't fool them.

But he remained outwardly calm and continued speaking.

"I really am a master of the Rending Wind Leg technique, I'm not lying to you!"

"despair!"

Jiang Ming stomped his foot on the ground and charged towards Ren Lie at lightning speed, unleashing a powerful palm strike, "Tiger Pushes Mountain," which came crashing down on his head. His sleeves fluttered, creating a gust of wind.

"He's clearly using palm techniques, yet he claims to be a master of the 'Wind-Splitting Leg'!"

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Ren Lie reacted quickly, throwing a punch with a hint of menace in his movements. Clearly, he too was skilled in martial arts.

"Thump!"

Fist and palm collided with a muffled thud, releasing a burst of power.

Both men took a step back, their arms trembling slightly.

But Jiang Ming took a step forward, leaped forward, changed his palm technique, and smashed the Crimson Sand Strike Hand straight at the opponent's heart.

Ren Lie reacted swiftly, blocking with his left arm and countering with a right hook punch, each move ruthless and aimed straight for vital points.

The two figures suddenly clashed, their fists and palms whistling and colliding in the night. Jiang Ming fought steadily, his arms flailing as he unleashed seven moves from the Red Sand Palm technique, his palm shadows flowing continuously, emphasizing a steady and methodical approach.

However, in the brief interval between another hard clash of arms, his palm suddenly changed, concealing a killing move, and a hidden hand piercing heart claw suddenly shot out!

"call!"

At the same instant, Jiang Ming unleashed a burst of power, his palm surging with qi and blood, as if wrapped in an invisible white glove, increasing his power by several times.

However, Ren Lie was also at the level of strength and had sharp eyes. Although he was startled, he instantly caught the trajectory of Ren Lie's change of move.

He snorted coldly and threw a fierce punch, meeting the attack head-on.

A faint black layer appeared on Ren Lie's fist, its force sinister and fierce, colliding violently with Jiang Ming's palm.

"Thump!!"

When force clashed with force, the power was astonishing; both men's arms trembled and went numb. Ren Lie staggered back three steps, while Jiang Ming retreated four steps, slightly at a disadvantage.

Clearly, he had only been practicing the Gang Jin technique for a short month, and in terms of the depth and breadth of his Gang Jin, he was ultimately no match for Ren Lie, who had been immersed in this path for many years.