The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

"Boring, utterly boring."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang out in the hall, interrupting Wei Tong's words.

Wei Tong frowned slightly, looked in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, he saw it was that Lu Zhangke again.

He patiently asked, "Does Mr. Lu Zhangke have another insight?"

Lu Zhangke chuckled and said, "I have no great ideas. I just think you are all cowards. It's just dealing with a bunch of bandits. You're not An Qingwan. Why are you making such a big deal out of nothing?"

Phrases like "cowardly" and "making a mountain out of a molehill" are inherently harsh.

Unfortunately, the person who said these words was an old man with an ugly face, even worse than a beggar on the street.

Even Wei Tong couldn't help but get angry and began to regret bringing Lu Zhangke along. The retainers of the Prince of Pingnan's mansion were even more unable to tolerate it.

"What do you mean, you old codger?"

Lu Zhangke pursed his lips, his eyes still lifeless, and it was unclear where he was looking.

“My point is simple: we don’t need so many people to deal with those bandits. I alone will suffice. And let’s not keep dividing the 100,000 taels of silver. Just give it all to me now.”

In an instant, the assassins who had come with Lu Zhangke were also enraged.

So you're the one who's trying to pocket all the money, aren't you?

"Well, what a boastful tone! I wonder how tough your words are, old man!"

Iron Hook Wei, enraged, laughed and stepped forward first.

Among the retainers of the Prince of Pingnan's mansion, he ranked among the top, not because of his strength, but because of his status in the martial arts world.

But now that he's being looked down upon like this, if he's not the first to stand up for himself, who is?

The reprimanded Lu Zhangke remained motionless, as if he hadn't seen Wei Sha at all.

"who are you?"

Wei Sha roared, "Your grandpa is Wei Sha, the Iron Hook of the Hanchuan Gang!"

Lu Zhangke said, "Never heard of it."

Wei Sha was stunned for a moment, then angrily smashed the chair beneath him to pieces with a single palm strike.

He didn't know if Lu Zhangke had actually heard of his name, and assumed that Lu Zhangke was mocking him.

"Then you'd better remember this well today. When you go to the King of Hell, tell him that it was your grandfather, Wei Sha, who killed you!"

Wei Sha swung out a pair of hooked sickles, which immediately swept towards Lu Zhangke like a whirlwind.

He was so fast that he left a trail of afterimages.

At this moment, Lu Zhangke seemed completely unprepared for his move and stood there dumbfounded.

Just as his claw struck down, Lu Zhangke suddenly jolted, the long staff in his hand trembling. He only felt a blur before his eyes, and the hook and sickle were pulled in by a great force. The claw that was meant to strike Lu Zhangke's head instead pierced the ground with a thud.

He was hunched over with his legs bent, and to onlookers, he looked as if he was eagerly rushing forward to kneel before Lu Zhangke.

"Oh dear, my dear grandson, no matter how filial you are, there's no need for such a grand gesture."

Lu Zhangke let out a ghostly laugh.

Wei Sha nearly fainted from anger. He had never been treated like this before. He drew his sickle, ready to strike again.

But Lu Zhangke had already thrust out his staff, striking him squarely in the chest. He flew backward more than ten feet, landing on the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood. Although he was still alive, he could no longer move.

The hall was deathly silent.

No one expected this battle to end this way.

Even though Wei Tong and the others witnessed Lu Zhangke displaying his Xuanming Divine Palm technique at Tingfeng Pavilion,

"What kind of martial art is this?" Wei Tong asked solemnly.

Lu Zhangke said calmly, "It's just a simple case of grafting. Now, does anyone still want to compete with me for those 100,000 taels of silver?"

Silence fell over all sides.

That clever substitution was enough to shock the Prince's mansion.

Ren Qing stood up only after the blood was drawn and the throat was sealed.

Lu Zhangke asked, "And who are you?"

Ren Qing said, "Ren Qing."

Lu Zhangke said, "Never heard of it."

Ren Qing said, "If I make a move, someone will die. I don't want to kill anyone in the Prince's mansion. You may leave."

Lu Zhangke said, "My actions may not necessarily kill anyone, but if someone wants me dead, then they will die."

Ren Qing nodded.

He made his move, but no one saw how he did it.

A master of concealed weapons must have incredibly fast hand speed.

“That’s an unparalleled needle technique; he’s doomed,” said a retainer from the Prince’s mansion who was acquainted with Ren Qing.

The silver needle thus landed in Lu Zhangke's hand.

It is indeed in my hand.

But it wasn't a stab.

Lu Zhangke caught the needle, but no one saw how he caught it.

Ren Qing's pupils contracted: "Your technique... It's a pity you shouldn't have taken that needle. Even I couldn't withstand the poison on it."

Lu Zhangke asked, "Is it poisonous?"

Ren Qing was stunned for a moment.

Is it not poisonous?

He stared at Lu Zhangke's hand, which remained unchanged.

Lu Zhangke said, "If you call this poison, then it is indeed poison."

He blew a breath.

The needle flew out, and when everyone saw it again, it was piercing Ren Qing's throat.

Ren Qing's throat immediately turned purplish-black, and his eyes lost their luster; he died.

Wei Tong gasped, too shocked to speak.

He also possessed considerable martial arts skills, so how could he not see how skillful Lu Zhangke's methods were?

"you……"

Lu Zhangke asked, "Steward Wei, do you know why I have come?"

Wei Tong shook his head.

Lu Zhangke said, "I came for the money, but I want more than just 100,000 taels!"

Wei Tong asked, "How many do you want?"

Lu Zhangke said, "Give me 500,000 taels of silver and a mansion no less than a prince's villa, and I will get rid of An Qingwan for you."

Wei Tong instinctively took a step back: "Who exactly are you?"

Lu Zhangke laughed: "I am Lu Zhangke. If the Prince of Pingnan can tolerate that fake Happy Taoist, why can't he tolerate me? Does he think I am inferior to that fake Happy Taoist?"

Wei Tong dared not be certain, nor dared he deny it.

He only knew that he was like a child in front of Lu Zhangke. He had only seen such terrifying martial arts in person from the fake Huanxi Daoren and Sikong Tingxue.

"I can't make a decision on this matter; I need to report to the Prince."

He said he was going to see the Prince of Pingnan, but in reality, Wei Tong went to see Sikong Tingxue.

Because only Sikong Tingxue can truly assess Lu Zhangke's abilities.

When Sikong Tingxue arrived at the side hall, there was no one within two zhang of Lu Zhangke.

He sat there, like a lonely, stubborn rock.

"Lu Zhangke?"

Sikong Tingxue stared at Lu Zhangke with a suspicious look.

Lu Zhangke asked, "Is it Sikong Tingxue?"

Sikong Tingxue asked, "How do you know me?"

Lu Zhangke said, "Don't underestimate my intelligence network."

Sikong Tingxue said, "You say you can kill An Qingwan?"

Lu Zhangke said, "I can."

Sikong Tingxue sneered, "What makes you think you can?"

Lu Zhangke said, "With this one hand of mine."

Sikong Tingxue saw it; it was a hand even uglier than her right hand.

She said, "You can't kill her."

Lu Zhangke asked, "Why?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "Because only I can kill her."

Lu Zhangke laughed.

With that unsettling smile, he suddenly clapped his hands forward.

This palm strike was the Bone-Melting Palm, a technique no less insidious than the Xuanming Divine Palm.

This palm strike was extremely fast.

But Sikong Tingxue's reaction was also exceptionally fast.

Although she had a limp, her lightness skill was absolutely amazing.

With her sleeves fluttering, Sikong Tingxue was like a snowflake, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, making her completely unpredictable.

But this time, she completely underestimated Lu Zhangke.

Although her skills on land were not as good as her skills underwater, she was still one of the best in the world. However, when facing Lu Zhangke, she could not get close to him no matter what she did.

Lu Zhangke's palm is not just a palm; it can also be a fist, the Empty Fist, or even a finger, the Finger Flicking Divine Skill.

Two hands, a hundred and eighty variations.

Sometimes ruthless, sometimes masculine, sometimes clever, sometimes upright.

Sikong Tingxue became increasingly surprised as she fought.

She had extremely high standards and a wide range of knowledge, but no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't figure out which school of martial arts Lu Zhangke was using, nor could she discern the nature of Lu Zhangke's internal energy.

But more than not understanding his methods, she couldn't understand why Lu Zhangke knew so many martial arts techniques.

It is already excellent if a person can master a few martial arts in their entire life; only a very few people can master dozens of martial arts.

And this Lu Zhangke's martial arts skills, which he just demonstrated, have already exceeded one hundred!

Unable to remain calm any longer, Sikong Tingxue deliberately created an opening, flicking her finger to unleash a technique that strikes pressure points from a distance.

This time, Lu Zhangke did not avoid it.

To Sikong Tingxue's surprise, Lu Zhangke, who had been hit in acupoints, was completely unharmed.

"How can this be?"

Unless one has mastered innate qi, or other special protective hard skills or internal strength, how could one not have any reaction when struck in an acupoint?

Lu Zhangke laughed and said, "Have you ever heard of the Great Technique of Moving Acupoints?"

Sikong Tingxue stopped.

She already knew that she was no match for the strange man before her.

At first, she suspected that the strange person was An Qingwan in disguise.

A few days ago, An Qingwan used her disguise skills to fool the fake Huanxi Taoist on the shore of Dongting Lake.