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"Snap!"

Lu Chen's unexpected attack, using all his strength, far exceeding the ferocious power of an ordinary Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivator, sent the wolfhound flying backward, its bones cracking.

One arm was broken, and it looked like there were cracked ribs in his chest as well.

"what!"

The wolfhound fell to the ground with a thud, howling in pain.

Things happened so fast that it took everyone a while to react.

Without pausing, Lu Chen had already pulled out several iron pellets, which he flicked at the swordsman and Ghost Hand.

The swordsman was closest and only had time to raise his hand to cover his head.

"Bang!"

The iron bead struck his arm, breaking bones and tendons.

The swordsman let out a howl and quickly retreated, having already drawn his sword.

"Kill him!"

Old Ning had already overturned the table, blocking Ghost Hand and himself from view.

The iron pellet pierced through the wooden table and struck Ghost Hand on the shoulder.

Fortunately, the force had been largely reduced by the table, so the iron bead did not cause too much damage.

"Wasn't he poisoned? That ghost hand!"

"I poisoned his drink, and I also poisoned him with another kind of poison when I passed by him. There's no way he wasn't poisoned!"

The two men hid behind a wooden table and spoke quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the bear roared, its two huge arms bulging with muscles, and it picked up a chair and slammed it down on Lu Chen.

Lu Chen took a step back nimbly, moving with a 360-degree stride.

The chair crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Lu Chen glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and the throwing knife flew out with a whoosh.

"Ding!"

It struck a crossbow bolt that had been silently launched.

The wolfhound that he had elbowed away had already gotten up in pain and shot an arrow at him.

He was surprised to find that his attack had failed.

How could someone accurately hit a crossbow bolt with a throwing knife at such a short distance?

Who is this person? How can someone so young have such strength?

This is absolutely outrageous!

Lu Chen had already gripped the dagger in his hand and suddenly darted to the left.

The swordsman dangled one hand and thrust his sword at Lu Chen with the other.

Lu Chen parried the longsword with his dagger. A fierce wind howled behind him as the bear grabbed a chair leg and slammed it down on his celestial spirit.

Lu Chen, instead of taking the usual path, retreated and suddenly stuffed himself into the bear's chest.

He suddenly pushed off with both legs, and the bear's chest seemed to crack as it was hit. It felt a tightness in its chest, couldn't breathe, and staggered back a few steps.

Lu Chen crouched down, using the bear as a shield. The wolfhound, holding a crossbow, dared not fire, fearing it might hit the bear. This hesitation allowed Lu Chen to seize the opportunity.

His eyes were fixed on the swordsman charging towards him, the longsword in his hand gleaming coldly.

The wolfhounds followed behind the bear, their crossbow bolts hovering but not yet fired.

The bear was nearly knocked over by Lu Chen's impact.

Lu Chen quickly glanced at the round table where Elder Ning and Ghost Hand were hiding, then gripped the last throwing knife in his hand and flung it out like lightning.

The swordsman's expression changed drastically.

Whoosh!

A throwing knife was deeply embedded in his forehead.

Lu Chen thrust the dagger in his right hand backward, his entire body twisting and turning half a circle like an ape, taking the brunt of the bear's punch to his back.

"Bang!"

A fist as hard as iron slammed into Lu Chen's back, producing a dull thud.

"Pfft!"

The dagger was then plunged into the bear's kidney.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

After stabbing four times, Lu Chen pulled out the dagger and quickly retreated.

He felt as if he had been hit in the back with a hammer, and couldn't help but grimace.

The bear staggered slightly, but its expression remained unchanged. Clutching its wounded waist, it shouted, "He's wearing armor! There's something like iron blocking his body!"

Ghost Hand emerged from behind the round table, sprinkled a packet of powder at Lu Chen, and then quickly hid again.

Lu Chen wasn't afraid at all.

He is immune to all poisons; these poisons are useless against him!

Thank you, Hunyuan Body!

The courtyard was filled with medicinal powder. Just as Lu Chen was about to charge toward the wounded bear, he saw the wolfhound shoot an arrow at him.

He had no time to dodge, so he could only raise his dagger and slash diagonally at the tail of the crossbow bolt.

"Ding!"

The crossbow bolt struck the breastplate at an angle and bounced off.

The wolfhound cursed under his breath, his face extremely grim.

Damn it, they're being way too cautious, they're even wearing armor!

Lu Chen blocked the attack, but one of the bear's legs was already kicking towards him, sweeping across like a thick, giant log.

Lu Chen didn't take the hit head-on. He placed his left hand on the bear's leg and used the momentum to leap a few steps to the right, sending the dagger flying from his hand.

The wolfhound had just changed its crossbow and hadn't even had a chance to fire when a dagger appeared in front of it.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he lay back, trying to dodge with a strafe, raising his crossbow to defend himself.

"when!"

The dagger struck the crossbow bolt, bounced off, severed the bowstring, and then barely grazed the wolfhound's throat, cutting a small patch of skin before flying into the wall behind the wolfhound and embedding itself there.

The wolfhound's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his scalp tingled.

He was so close, so very close, that his throat was almost slit!

Unfortunately, the crossbows are also ruined!

He's practically crippled now; his arm is broken, several ribs are broken, and he's lost all his weapons.

The threat level has decreased significantly.

Lu Chen no longer had the dagger; he only had one iron pellet left.

He glanced at the bear, roared, then estimated the positions of Ghost Hand and Elder Ning, twisted his body, and suddenly exerted force in his arms and back muscles.

"call out!"

The iron pellet struck the round table like a cannonball, piercing through it and creating a hole.

Behind the round table, a black iron bead was embedded in the forehead of the ghost hand.

His forehead shattered, and the force propelled him backward, his head slamming heavily onto the ground.

He didn't even let out a scream; his eyes were wide open, the horror still lingering in them, before the light gradually faded.

Old Ning was startled.

He never expected that Lu Chen could kill someone across the round table!

Although he was at the Marrow Cleansing Realm, he was old and rarely fought with others. He was best at healing and had virtually no offensive capabilities.

"We have to run! This beast is here to kill us all!"

Elder Ning never intended for Lu Chen to join the Black Kill Pavilion.

After Can Dao knocked on the door, he wrote the words "Contact Xiong Lang Sha Lu" on the table. Later, he let Gui Shou into the room to handle the documents on the table, which was to let Gui Shou notify them.

Later, when the wolfhound came in, instead of putting down the wine jar, it took the wine jar to find Ghost Hand, so that it would be convenient to poison the wine first.

The rhythm of Broken Blade knocking on the door at the beginning was a signal to the people in the courtyard.

Lu Chen's arrival was ill-intentioned.

Can Dao wanted to use the strength of everyone in the branch to kill Lu Chen.

However, to everyone's surprise, Lu Chen drank three bowls of wine and was completely unharmed!

Did he already know the wine was poisoned, so he took the antidote beforehand?

That's not right either. How would he know what kind of poison Ghost Hand would use?

Is it really possible for someone to have a constitution that is immune to all poisons?

Old Ning recalled that there were relevant records in the medical books he had read.

His expression was complicated.

He spent his days hunting geese, but one day a goose pecked his eye.

Lu Chen killed two people, and the wolfhound ran out of crossbow bolts, so it had no choice but to fight him in close combat.

Lu Chen is not afraid of close combat.

He has tested his strength.

The bear looked strong and powerful, but it was no match for him!

He kicked off the ground, sending dirt flying, and charged towards the bear like a cheetah, unleashing a powerful punch with all his might.

Rolling Stone Fist!

"I'll punch you in the eye!"

Lu Chen roared and punched the wound on the bear's waist.

The bear instinctively tilted its head back, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in its lower back.

"what!"

He screamed in agony.

Lu Chen turned his fist into claws, digging several fingers deep into the bear's wound and tearing them out forcefully.

He ripped off a large chunk of flesh, leaving a bloody hole in the bear's waist.

Lu Chen slammed the piece of meat in his hand at the wolfhound beside him, and then his right leg shot out like a steel whip.

"I'll kick your basket!"

The wolfhound's face was covered in blood and flesh, and upon hearing this, it instinctively tightened its anus and, in a moment of terror, quickly pulled its rear end back.

Lu Chen kicked the wolfhound in the neck with his right leg.

The wolfhound's eyes rolled back, and its neck looked as if it had been hit by a hammer flying at high speed.

With a "crack," the wolfhound's head and neck formed a bizarre angle, and after flying through the air, it crashed to the ground with a "thud," kicking up a cloud of dust.

Upon seeing this, the bear's eyes turned red.

"roar!"

He rushed towards Lu Chen, wrapped his arms around him, and hugged him tightly.

His muscles were taut and red, and the veins on his forehead and neck were bulging. Lu Chen was tightly bound by him, and even his arms were restrained and unable to move. His whole body was held in mid-air.

"Elder Ning, kill him quickly!"

The bear roared.

Old Ning, who was hiding behind the round table, heard this and kicked the table aside, revealing a handful of silver needles in his hand.