The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

After a long while.

Zhao Tianlai's face turned pale, and his voice was filled with despair: "I was wrong about what happened back then. I was bewitched and blinded by the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual. I am willing to pay the price for this, but can you please spare my wife and children?"

Jiang Ning had previously said that everyone involved in the plot to seize the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual should commit suicide. His wife's advice, Zhao Xin'er's efforts to extract information and administer drugs all fell within this scope. Zhao Tianlai wanted them to live.

Jiang Ning didn't respond at all, his attitude was self-evident.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Tianlai turned his gaze to Lin Pingzhi.

“Nephew Pingzhi, we were wrong before. I am willing to die, but please, please spare your aunt and Xin’er. They are women after all.”

Lin Pingzhi's face was cold and hard.

Cheng Buyou almost died protecting him and is still recovering from his injuries on Mount Hua.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Tianlai asked anxiously, "Do you really not care about the relationship between our two families?"

"hehe."

Before Lin Pingzhi could say anything after hearing this, some people in the audience laughed disdainfully.

"You're shameless! When you were chasing after others, you didn't care about your friendship at all."

Someone, eager for a good show, shouted something.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The others burst into laughter.

Their laughter was extremely grating to Zhao Tianlai's ears, but he was more concerned about what the two people opposite him thought.

However, he was disappointed, as neither Jiang Ning nor Lin Pingzhi responded to his words.

"Brother Li."

Zhao Xin'er looked at the young master Li with a look of fear and pity, her expression full of supplication.

Seeing the pleading look in the eyes of the girl he admired, Young Master Li finally spoke to Jiang Ning.

"You're Jiang Ning from the Huashan Sect? I'm Li Pengjie from the Li family of Luoyang. Could you please give my Li family some face and let Xin'er go?"

Jiang Ning glanced at him, then looked at Zhao Tianlai.

"You have half an incense stick's time left."

Domineering and domineering.

This is the impression Jiangning gave them.

Young Master Li fell silent.

"Brother Li."

Zhao Xin'er called his name again.

Young Master Li glanced at her, then stood up.

"sorry."

Young Master Li bowed respectfully to Jiang Ning in apology, then glanced at Zhao Tianlai and the others.

"I wasn't here today."

After saying that, he left immediately.

"Brother Li."

Seeing him leave, Zhao Xin'er called out anxiously, but Young Master Li seemed not to hear her and hurried away.

"Hey, at least he knows what's good for him."

Many martial arts practitioners in the crowd chuckled upon seeing this.

"No matter how powerful the Li family of Luoyang is, they dare to use their power to suppress King Ning. King Ning is not someone to be trifled with."

This person's departure was just a side story; everyone was more concerned about Zhao Tianlai's choice on stage.

Some people who were frightened by the potentially bloody scene that was about to unfold had already left, while the rest were waiting to see how it would turn out.

Time passed second by second, and the martial arts contest for marriage had not yet begun, but the number of spectators below the stage did not decrease; on the contrary, it increased.

Throughout this process, Zhao Tianlai's expression kept changing, just like his mood.

Faced with Jiang Ning's domineering attitude, Zhao Tianlai was furious and even considered fighting to the death. However, when he thought of the rumors about Jiang Ning, he felt powerless.

A person's reputation precedes them; Jiang Ning has only been in the business for three years, but his fearsome reputation is already widespread.

After a long while.

Just as the incense stick was about to burn out, Zhao Tianlai finally spoke.

"Let's do it ourselves."

They still lacked the courage to fight Jiang Ning to the death.

If you commit suicide, you can at least leave with a whole body. But if the legendary King Yama Ning were to take action, you would be dismembered.

"father……"

"master……"

Upon hearing Zhao Tianlai's words, Zhao Xin'er and Zhao Tianlai's wife looked at Zhao Tianlai in disbelief.

But Zhao Tianlai didn't say anything. He walked down from the stands dejectedly, came to the center of the arena, took a knife from the weapon rack, and looked at the crowd below.

"Master, look."

In the crowd, Linghu Chong stared in astonishment at everything on the stage, with Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, and disciples of the Huashan Sect beside him.

After learning about what had happened here, Yue Buqun rushed here. By then, they already knew the whole story.

“I, Zhao Tianlai, coveted the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, a family heirloom of the Lin family of the Fuwei Escort Agency, and have been hunting down Lin Pingzhi. Today, I am willing to pay the price for this.”

After Zhao Tian finished speaking, he raised his knife and slit his own throat.

puff!

A spurt of blood stained the arena crimson.

Bang!

Zhao Tianlai's body collapsed onto the arena.

"father!!"

"master!!"

Zhao Tianlai's wife and Zhao Xin'er screamed in anguish from the stands.

Wow!

The crowd below the stage erupted in uproar.

Did he really commit suicide?

Linghu Chong, Yue Lingshan, and the others in the crowd remained silent upon seeing this.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze exchanged a glance.

It turns out that the humble and polite disciple in their eyes was actually like this outside; he could drive someone to suicide with just his title.

"..."

Jiang Ning's expression remained unchanged as he stared at Zhao Tianlai's corpse on the arena, only glancing at the incense stick on the wooden table.

The incense had burned out, yet Zhao Xin'er and her mother had not yet committed suicide.

Jiang Ning got up to make a move, but Lin Pingzhi stopped him.

"Senior brother, let me do it."

Lin Pingzhi said.

Jiang Ning glanced at him, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly.

Lin Pingzhi drew his sword and walked towards Zhao Xin'er and the other person.

"Brother Lin."

As Lin Pingzhi walked towards her, Zhao Xin'er's voice trembled, and her appearance was pitiful.

But Lin Pingzhi became even angrier when he saw her like this.

Zhao Xin'er used this expression to drug them.

"Can you please let Xin'er go?"

Zhao Tianlai's wife pleaded with Lin Pingzhi.

"Pingzhi, Xin'er has grown up with you since she was a child, can't you just leave her alone?"

Lin Pingzhi calmly shook his head.

“If you are trying to harm me, I can let you go, but Uncle Cheng almost died protecting me.”

If Cheng Buyou hadn't risked his life to protect him last time, he wouldn't have been able to return to Mount Hua alive. He would have either died at the hands of those martial arts figures or been tortured by Zhao Tianlai to extract the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.

"No, no."

As Lin Pingzhi drew closer, Zhao Xin'er's expression grew increasingly fearful, and she kept backing away.

puff!

puff!

Lin Pingzhi thrust his sword down twice, and with two screams, Zhao Xin'er and Zhao Tianlai's wife both died.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ning got up and walked down from the stands, stepping over Zhao Tianlai's corpse to the front of the arena. He looked at the crowd below the stage, paused slightly, and said.

"My junior brother Lin Pingzhi has a family-inherited sword technique called the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual."

Jiang Ning's voice wasn't loud, but it traveled very far.

The crowd below the stage had become somewhat quiet after seeing Zhao Tianlai actually commit suicide, but when they heard Jiang Ning speak, they all looked up at him.

What is Ning'er planning to do?

Ning Zhongze frowned as she spoke.