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The woman shook the tip of the knife expressionlessly, and in an instant she could cut his throat.

But at that moment, Guiminglou's hand stopped.

She turned her head to look at the open space in the distance, and a flame suddenly burst out from her dead dark red pupils.

"It's exactly as Master Guanyue said."

The old man with a cane walked slowly towards Guiming Tower and shook his head helplessly.

"This...disciple of Master Guanyue, the person you want to see is right here."

Lin Gerui placed his hands on the dragon head crutch: "If you want to fight, just stop when you're done, okay?"

"What's the point of stopping at that?" Gui Minglou dragged his long sword and moved forward slowly.

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Excellency is not fond of war, but of killing?"

What answered him was a ferocious long sword coming towards him!

Giggle-cluck——

A teeth-grinding friction sound was heard in front of the Rat King. The indestructible weapon was blocked by a barrier as thin as paper and could not advance any further.

"..."

Guiminglou stared at the sand that blocked his blade, and his expression, which had been calm until now, finally changed.

She, who had just lost interest in the world, suddenly became lively again without any warning, as if she was alive only at this moment, only when facing such an enemy.

As old as Lin Gerui was, he naturally saw the changes in Guiming Tower clearly. He put one hand behind his back and tapped his crutch.

"Sir, you have entered the devil's way."

The old man's tone was quite serious.

"Idiot old man..."

Gui Minglou's tone and voice became arrogant and disdainful: "This is the way of the master, this is..."

"The kingly way!"

He sheathed his sword, took a left step back, bent slightly, and held the hilt of the sword with his left hand. The smile on his pretty face was ferocious and cruel, like a madman.

"Killing Style..."

"One line of sky!"

A dazzling blood-red rainbow light burst out from the scabbard. The blood line, which was so thin that it could only be seen from the side, seemed to be a step faster and appeared in front of the Rat King at the same time as the sword was drawn.

Like cutting paper, he shattered the seemingly thin sand barrier that even heavy firepower could not penetrate, and... took another step forward.

An arm shot up into the sky.

"...Ahem."

The old man coughed twice, looked down at his broken arm, and sighed deeply:

"Nothing can escape Master Guanyue's thoughts and intentions."

The Guiming Tower opposite him never thought of giving him time to talk to himself.

The bloodstains on the blade reflected the woman's fanatical and wanton expression. The blade, carrying a huge murderous intent, showed no mercy. The person wielding the knife stepped on the ground, twisted his wrist, and chopped off the bloody blade amidst the shrill screams in the air!

If you can't take the knife, then die.

"But Master Guanyue..."

Before his eyes, the scarlet tip of the knife flashed with equal death and end, but the Rat King remained indifferent and just opened his half-closed eyes.

From a thousand meters away, you can clearly see the raging sand rolling in the air, like the roar of a dragon.

The knife was right at the tip of the Rat King's nose, but it was difficult to move forward even a little bit.

This time, it wasn't something blocking the blade, but Guiminglou... he simply couldn't continue swinging the knife.

The high-density heavy sand, which was enough to crush a building, tightly wrapped around her torso. The flowing sand was like a slithering python, winding, tightening, and finally strangling her.

The old man, with his beard and hair standing up, who had not shown a fierce look for a long time, also grinned:

"Are you underestimating me?"

Snap——!

There was an extremely clear sound of bone cracking from the arm holding the knife, followed by continuous and intermittent sounds of bone cracking.

Gui Minglou's face had turned blue and purple, but that creepy, sick smile was becoming more and more insane, and more and more... chilling.

The Rat King rolled up his severed hand with sand and swallowed the pill. The blood, flesh and meridians in the severed arm automatically connected, and it was restored to its original state in a short while. The old man first moved his arm in surprise, sighed a few words, and finally cast his gaze on Guiminglou, which had no way out.

"Sir, I don't know what path Lord Guanyue has taken, but I can be sure of one thing—Lord Guanyue's path is completely different from yours."

Lin Gerui sat down on the steps with his crutches, resting like an old man tired from a walk. He looked to the side and said, "If you don't change, in the long run... I'm afraid you will become something inhuman. Why bother doing this?"

"Are you...teaching me? Hehehe...cough cough cough, hahahaha!"

Gui Minglou laughed wildly: "Are you qualified?"

"Because I think you're not someone who can't stand losing." The old man smiled. "So, just think of it as me humiliating you. After all, I'm in a bad mood too."

"I lost?"

The Rat King's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Old man, since you talk so much, I'll tell you something."

Guiminglou, who had difficulty breathing and was even about to suffocate to death, suddenly spoke a whole sentence without any warning.

"The successor of the Killing Style..."

The arm that had been broken into several pieces...suddenly clenched the long knife that almost cut off Lin Gerui's head.

"You lose only when you die!"

The sand surrounding the Ghostly Tower inexplicably collapsed.

Guiminglou, who was freed from the sand, fell to the ground in a miserable condition. The bones of his limbs were all broken and bleeding kept oozing out. The deformed and broken bones were daunting.

But the woman chuckled, laughed loudly, and laughed wildly as she stuck the knife into the ground. Her arms, which theoretically had no strength at all, used the knife to prop herself up, and her legs, which were not strong enough to support her standing, twisted and turned in a terrifying way, but strangely, she was able to bear the weight of the Ghost Tower.

"Who told you...that you can't move if your limbs are broken?"

The tyrannical demon licked his scarlet lips. "My master, in order to teach me the [Non-Body], smashed my arms twenty-one times and my legs forty-five times. It's just that I have no bones, so why... can't I move?"

Her figure at this moment was more terrifying than any monster in a horror movie. No one knew how a person without all the bones in her limbs broken into pieces could walk or hold a knife, but Guiminglou did it, and... very skillfully.

"I know what you're surprised about, old man."

Dragging his broken body to the front of the Rat King, his limbs and joints still bleeding, Gui Minglou, like a twisted rag doll, raised his long knife and put it to the Rat King's neck.

"You can hear me, but you can't move, you can't react, you can't do anything."

"You should know, old man, that the master never makes mistakes."

A deep blush and a gorgeous smile appeared on the woman's face. "She said you're no match for me, then you won't be my opponent."

"Let me guess...she should have also said that as long as you reveal your identity to me, I won't kill you, right?"

"You must have scoffed at that, right?"

At this moment, in the excruciating pain of dying, Guiminglou seemed rather vivid and exaggerated, so exaggerated that it was as if she were performing a drama. She slowly cut open the Rat King's neck and smiled.

"A master...would never make a mistake. But I want her to make a mistake."

"If you want to stand by her side, there's only one thing you need to do first: rebel against her."

"You are a good enemy. I have conquered something new from you, but—"

The enthusiasm and intoxication on the woman's face disappeared in an instant.

She put away her knife, turned around and looked into the distance, watching the emerald figure rushing towards her. The fire in her dark red eyes was extinguished and returned to deathly silence.

For her, the world seemed to have lost its meaning of existence again.

Because Guiminglou has no interest in the current Xingxiong.

She had no interest in this cowardly, weak, and unconscious junior sister.

"Will you improve, Junior Sister?"

The woman dragging her broken body murmured softly:

"Or is it the same as before, and still hasn't grown up?"

Soon, she saw the mature face that was completely different from the past, the expression of shock and anger on the face, and the shield hanging behind her...

The dead silence in the dark red pupils dissipated silently.

The woman with twisted and broken limbs raised the corner of her mouth, and the blood-red flame that would never be extinguished at the necessary moment burned fiercely again.

"Very good... interesting!"

The usually gentle and quiet woman jumped off the motorcycle, roared, picked up the huge shield and smashed it towards Guiminglou, who was already like a useless person.

The cruel evil ghost laughed wildly and swung his knife without hesitation!

A huge shield and a long sword, a junior sister and a senior sister, a long separation and a reunion.

During the collision, the two faces were so close. Xingxiong's anger seemed to penetrate the Ghost Tower, while the Ghost Tower's madness wanted to devour Xingxiong completely.

In the distance, in a house shrouded by several barriers, a scumbag woman sat cross-legged in front of the TV, holding potato chips in her pocket, her eyes fixed on the TV.

Just wait for your apprentice and your sister to fight to the death.

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No one could have imagined that this continuous roar, like a mountain collapsing, was simply the result of the collision of sword and shield. And the person wielding the sword was even a cripple with all his limbs broken off.

"You are still the same as before, just squandering the brute force of being a ghost."

Despite his miserable state, Guiminglou still had the energy to mock Xingxiong: "What on earth did you learn from your master, Junior Sister?"

Xingxiong's expression was as cold and hard as an icy lake in the extreme winter, with no ups and downs, no waves, only bottomless cold.

Unlike the usually violent and reckless behavior of ghosts in extreme emotions, the colder her expression is, the angrier she is.

She should have continued investigating the crime scene and searching for clues, but then a second case came up.

Then came the third... the fourth... Before Xingxiong could even get a clear understanding of the victim's situation, the next case happened.

The person wielding the knife seemed to care nothing about the existence of the living or the meaning of life. She just followed her own desire and kept moving forward, tearing apart and devouring all the blood and food that stood in her way like a vicious beast.

Xingxiong learned from the only survivor that Guiminglou was looking for the strongest person in the city.

Although Xingxiong cannot be sure who is the strongest person in this city besides Guanyueli, she can be sure who is the strongest person in this slum.

So she rushed to the Rat King's residence without stopping. Having not seen him for more than twenty years, Xingxiong didn't know how powerful the Ghost Tower was, but her intuition told her... the Rat King would not be a match for her senior sister.

There must be only one reason why this woman came to Longmen so suddenly - she wanted to see Guan Yueli.

And Guiminglou is definitely not the kind of woman who wants to act coquettishly with Guanyueli.

There must be only one reason why she came to find Guan Yueli, and there must be only one thing she wanted to do.

In the practice of the Killing Style, Guiminglou has reached an insurmountable bottleneck, and she wants to push her martial arts to a new level through fighting with Guanyueli, just like every other person who practiced the Killing Style in the past.

And Guiminglou... Even if Xingxiong disliked her no matter how much, he had to admit that she was indeed the most outstanding among all Guanyueli's disciples.

Even if we ignore the recognition of Guan Yueli himself and the praise of Guan Yueli's followers, Xingxiong can conclude this fact based on everything he has seen.

Guan Yueli was very cruel when training his disciples, so cruel that... Xingxiong, who was not very old at that time, basically did not have the courage to watch.

But Guiminglou enjoyed this cruelty. To be precise... she was enjoying the process of becoming stronger.

This woman was like an insatiable hungry ghost, devouring any food that could make her stronger. No matter how inhumane the process was, as long as it allowed her to see hope of moving forward, she would swallow the blood filled with nails and blades with great satisfaction.

Guiming Tower, morbidly admiring and pursuing power and strength.

"Junior sister...you seem different from before."

The boneless arm was able to swing a slash that could rival the strange strength of the ghosts. Gui Minglou carefully stared at Xingxiong's stern face and soon laughed softly: