Heroine, don't turn back, I'm just a farmer.

"The Heavenly Demon disintegrates once more!"

How many times can you use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration technique?

The scholar in the blue robe's pupils suddenly contracted.

He lived for forty-five years, outliving three sect leaders in the Wuji Demonic Sect, all thanks to his insightful eyes, his agility, and his caution.

He had seen those who were not afraid of death; the Demonic Sect was full of tough guys who would never bow their heads even when tortured or poisoned.

But those people were not afraid of death because they had something in their hearts—whether it was loyalty, blood ties, or a pure, almost manic obsession with martial arts.

But the person in front of me is different.

There was an indescribable eeriness about him.

"Since you wish to die, I will grant your wish!"

The scholar in the blue robe shouted, his right palm as red as a branding iron, the power of his warm jade palm pushed to its limit, and a scorching aura filled the air.

Lu Guo completely ignored any attempts to parry or block, letting the palm strike his chest. As the sound of bones cracking rang out, his knife added another blood groove to the scholar's ribs.

It's not deep, but it's already the fourth level.

The scholar in the blue robe staggered back half a step, looked down at the four crisscrossing knife wounds on his ribs, and that utterly absurd feeling surged up again.

Can you go somewhere else?

What level is he at? What level is the other party at?

He could kill his enemy with a single palm strike, but these four blows were accumulated one by one, like a dull knife cutting flesh, each time in the same spot.

"The Heavenly Demon..."

"Again?!"

The scholar in the blue robe almost instinctively retreated three feet.

However, Lu Guo did not finish shouting this time.

He grinned, his teeth glistening with blood, looking both ferocious and terrifying: "...disintegrate again and again."

The sound was very soft.

But the scholar in the blue robe heard it.

He felt a chill run from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

"You're insane...you've gone mad!"

He practically roared, "You can't use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique like that! Every time you use it, you're damaging your foundation. If you keep activating it like this, even with that resurrection technique, you'll eventually burn yourself to a crisp!"

"What are you after? What exactly are you after?!"

His voice echoed in the cramped blacksmith shop, mingling with the crackling of the charcoal fire, making it sound particularly jarring.

Lu Guo tilted his head to look at him, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"What's the point?"

Lu Guo spat out a mouthful of blood and pointed at the scholar in the blue robe's bewildered face. "You still don't understand? What I'm after is your current expression."

"you……!"

The scholar in the blue robe turned completely pale.

He hadn't been humiliated like this in front of everyone for many, many years.

But amidst his anger, the taut string in his heart suddenly snapped—because he suddenly realized a problem he had been deliberately avoiding thinking about.

This is not an illusion; the other party is indeed using some special method to keep and mysteriously resurrecting itself.

Lu Guo did not answer, but simply smiled and took another step forward.

This step felt like stepping on the heart of the scholar in the blue robe.

He wasn't without backup plans. As the Right Envoy of the Boundless Demonic Sect, he naturally had trump cards. He also possessed a "Hundred Poisons Breaking Skill Needle" and a set of forbidden techniques with the potential to instantly kill someone of the same level. Any one of these could be used to ensure that this junior, who was barely clinging to life by resurrection, would die a horrible death.

But he dared not use it.

Because he didn't know if there was any limit to the other party's ability to resurrect.

Five times? Ten times? Or a hundred times?

His internal energy had been depleted by more than half, and there were deep knife wounds all over his ribs. The blood had soaked half of his blue robe into a dark brown. If the fight continued, who would win?

At this moment, the dignified Right Envoy of the Wuji Demonic Sect, the Deadly Scholar who had been in charge of criminal law for twenty years and whose hands were filled with countless lives, had a thought for the first time.

run!

"Wait a minute!"

The scholar in the blue robe suddenly raised his hand, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi, and softened his voice, even adding a touch of earnestness, "Young brother, between you and me, it doesn't necessarily have to be a matter of life and death."

Lu Guo paused for a moment as expected.

The scholar in the blue robe felt a slight sense of relief and quickly continued, "I still hold some position within the Boundless Demonic Sect. Cultivation techniques, elixirs, power... whatever you desire, I can give you."

"You possess such skills at such a young age, why must we fight to the death? If we join forces, there's nowhere in this vast martial world we can't go!"

He spoke earnestly, even toning down his usual arrogance, making him seem like a respected senior who valued talent.

Lu Guo seemed to be persuaded by his words. After a moment of silence, he asked, "You really want to talk?"

"Naturally, it is true."

The scholar in the blue robe stood with his hands behind his back, adopting an open and honest posture. At the same time, he secretly circulated his internal energy to nourish his meridians, waiting to buy himself some time and recover some strength before making any further plans.

"Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles; let bygones be bygones," the scholar in the blue robe said with a smile.

Lu Guo stared at him for a long time.

Just when the scholar in the blue robe thought the other party had wavered and began to plan how to gather the experts of the Demonic Sect to surround and kill the boy to ashes after escaping, Lu Guo suddenly burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" The scholar in the blue robe asked, his face darkening.

"I'm laughing at you for still using this old trick."

"What?"

"If you can't win by fighting, you negotiate; if you can't reach an agreement by negotiating, you lie; if you can't lie, you stall. Has that always been your approach?"

Lu Guo weighed the Azure Dragon sword hidden in his sleeve, its tip pointing distantly at the scholar in the blue robe's brow.

"I've seen too many people like you. You think you're superior because you've lived a long time and have a high level of self-cultivation. You kill people with nonchalance, but when it's your turn, you start talking about dignity, cooperation, and the importance of peace."

"Pah! What a shameless scoundrel!"

"You think I'm fighting you?"

"You think I really can't kill you?"

"You think I'm risking my life?"

With each question Lu Guo asked, he took a step forward, and the scholar in the blue robe subconsciously took a step back.

After three steps, the scholar in the blue robe slammed his back against the wall. Only then did he realize with shock that he had been cornered by a junior whose cultivation level was far lower than his own.

"I'm peeling away your skin layer by layer."

Lu Guo stood three steps in front of him, looking at him, "Let me show you that you're nothing but a cowardly coward who's afraid of death."

"The Right Envoy of the Demonic Sect? Ha!"

"The way you look when you're dying is no different from the ants you crush with a flick of your wrist."

The scholar in the blue robe turned from blue to white, and then from white to red.

He wanted to argue.

But when he saw his trembling fingers hidden in his sleeve, all the words stuck in his throat, because he knew what the other person was saying was true.

He was scared; he was truly scared.

He was afraid of death, afraid that he would leave nothing behind after his death, not even a successor, afraid that all his cultivation would vanish, afraid that he, the dignified Right Envoy of the Demonic Sect, would end up dying in a dilapidated blacksmith shop, at the hands of a madman.

"That's enough!"

The scholar in the green robe roared, and a cold light flashed from his sleeve as the Hundred Poisons Breaking Needle was finally shot out!

He wants to gamble!

The gamble is to seal the opponent's vital energy channels with this needle, preventing that strange resurrection technique from being used again!

A cold star shot straight towards Lu Guo's brow.

Then he saw that the other party neither dodged nor avoided, but even slightly tilted his head back, meeting the deadly poison needle head-on. The poison needle pierced his brow, and his body shuddered, black blood seeping from all seven orifices at the same time.

But he was still smiling.

thump.

His body finally collapsed.

"Dead?!"