nashuaworldcup Chapter 178 The leader of the Nujiang Gang has fallen!
Chapter 178 The leader of the Nujiang Gang has fallen!
Lu Wuming remained seated on horseback, eyes closed, seemingly resting.
Those half-open eyes suddenly snapped open!
Two beams of icy light, devoid of any warmth and as chilling as venomous snakes, suddenly shot out.
They firmly locked onto that dark blue figure in the crowd.
"Hmph, little girl, your swordsmanship is ruthless and vicious, but unfortunately... you're still far from mastering it!"
Lu Wuming's voice was hoarse and dry, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.
It carried a chilling, unsettling feeling.
Before he finished speaking, his thin figure had already disappeared from the horse's back!
The next moment, he appeared like a ghost, three feet away from Yun Luan!
There was no warning, nor any earth-shattering outburst.
Only a withered hand, thin as a bird's claw, with nails that gleamed with an eerie bluish-black hue, silently struck Yunluan's vital spot on her back!
The palm strike had not yet arrived.
A chilling, bone-chilling force, seemingly capable of freezing one's inner energy, had already enveloped them!
This palm strike, seemingly ordinary, was in fact extremely vicious, and its speed was beyond imagination!
It was one of Lü Wuming's signature techniques – the "Mysterious Yin Bone-Eating Palm"!
Countless martial arts masters have perished under the silent and insidious power of this palm strike.
Yunluan was alert the moment Lü Wuming made his move.
A strong sense of crisis enveloped my entire body.
Without hesitation, she abandoned the pursuit of the enemy in front of her.
The dark silver rapier spun at an impossible angle.
The sword tip trembled, turning into several cold stars.
He swiftly stabbed several major acupoints on the palm of Lü Wuming's hand, including Laogong and the wrist meridian.
They used offense as a form of defense, precise and ruthless!
"Ding!"
A soft yet exceptionally clear metallic clang rang out!
Lu Wuming's palm strike actually clashed head-on with Yun Luan's sword tip!
Yunluan felt an extremely cold and overwhelming surge of true energy rushing towards her along the sword.
The shock made her arm go slightly numb, and her blood and qi surged.
He involuntarily took three steps back.
Each step left a shallow footprint on the bluestone slab.
Her face paled instantly.
Lu Wuming only swayed slightly before regaining his footing.
Apart from a barely perceptible white mark, there was no other injury on that withered palm!
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He seemed surprised that Yunluan could withstand the blow, which almost struck his vital point.
But it immediately transformed into an even stronger, chilling killing intent.
"The Realm of Profound Mystery?!"
Yunluan steadied her breathing, her eyes filled with solemnity, and uttered three words.
The opponent's true energy was so refined and chilling that it was far beyond what ordinary Vajra Realm cultivators could achieve.
He is definitely a powerful expert who has stepped into the Finger Profound Realm!
Moreover, his skill is profound, indicating he is not a novice in this field.
"Good eye."
Lu Wuming gave a sinister smile, revealing a set of uneven, yellowed teeth.
"Unfortunately, we found out too late."
"Little girl, we're giving you a chance. Surrender and tell us who your master is."
"Perhaps I can make your suffering less."
Yunluan did not answer.
I simply adjusted my breathing slowly.
He held the dark silver rapier horizontally in front of his chest, the tip of the sword drooping slightly.
They adopted an extremely rigorous defensive starting stance.
Facing a master at the Finger Profound Realm, she dared not be careless in the slightest.
The brief exchange had already made her clearly aware of the enormous gap in skill.
Hu Zhenshan was greatly encouraged when he saw that Lü Wuming had suppressed Yun Luan.
He brandished his sword and roared:
"Lord Lü, kill this slut! Kill her for me!"
"I'll keep that pretty boy; I'm going to chop him up myself and feed him to the fish!!"
Lu Wuming said no more.
The gaunt figure swayed again.
This time it moved even faster, as if it had turned into a wisp of gray smoke.
The clouds drifted erratically around the phoenix.
A pair of ghostly claws slapped, grabbed, pointed, or poked.
Every move was aimed at Yunluan's vital points.
The chilling, bone-chilling force of the palm spread out.
It made the surrounding temperature seem to drop considerably.
Even the ground was faintly covered with a thin layer of white frost.
Yunluan unleashed her full potential in agility.
The sword light danced so densely that it was impenetrable, a full-fledged defense.
Her swordsmanship was exquisite.
Each time, he was able to parry or deflect Lü Wuming's attacks at the last possible moment.
However, the advantage of a Xuan Realm expert in releasing and condensing true qi is too great.
The chilling palm strike is all-pervasive.
It was constantly eroding her protective inner energy.
It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to cope.
His face grew paler and paler.
They have clearly fallen into a completely disadvantageous position, and defeat is only a matter of time.
The surrounding Nujiang Gang members saw that Yunluan was being entangled by Lü Wuming and was clearly struggling.
They started shouting again.
The majority of the men separated, brandishing their weapons, and bypassed the main battle.
It lunged fiercely at Qin Mu, who had been standing still as if he were just a spectator!
In their view.
This unarmed, pretentious pretty boy is the easiest target to bully.
Xiao Yu was so frightened by what she saw that she almost collapsed and screamed:
"Young master, be careful!"
Even the county magistrate couldn't help but close his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.
However, Qin Mu seemed to have finally heard Xiao Yu's story.
He sighed softly, a hint of regret in his voice.
His gaze finally left her face.
He turned to the gang members who pounced on him like wolves and tigers.
And further away, Yunluan was struggling against the insidious palm strikes of Lü Wuming, facing imminent danger.
He raised his right hand.
With slender fingers, she flicked the air lightly, almost casually.
It was as if a tiny speck of dust had been flicked away.
There was no light.
There was no sound.
But the next moment.
The seven or eight gang members at the forefront suddenly froze in their tracks!
The ferocious expressions on their faces froze.
A bloodthirsty excitement still lingered in his eyes.
His body felt as if it had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer.
Fly backward at an even faster speed!
"Bang bang bang bang...!"
A series of dull thuds rang out.
These people are like kites with broken strings.
It knocked over even more of its companions behind it.
It then crashed heavily onto the walls, stalls, and doors on both sides of the street.
In an instant, the sounds of bones breaking, screams of agony, and objects shattering filled the air.
The once-fierce charging formation instantly turned into chaos, with many falling to the ground.
On the other side...
As she shook off Yunluan's sword aura with one palm, Lu Wuming silently struck her chest with the other.
His movements suddenly froze!
He felt as if he had crashed into an invisible, intangible, yet incredibly resilient wall of air.
The chilling, bone-chilling palm strike was quietly dissolved and vanished into nothingness by a gentle yet vast force!
Not only that.
A strange pulling force came from within.
This caused his body to involuntarily tilt slightly to one side.
The palm strike that was supposed to hit was instead grazed past Yun Luan's clothes!
Lu Wuming was terrified, as if he had seen a ghost.
He abruptly withdrew his palm and retreated.
His gray beard and hair moved on their own even without wind.
He stared intently at Qin Mu, who remained standing in the same spot as if he hadn't done anything.
For the first time, an incredulous look of surprise and solemnity appeared in those cold, triangular eyes.
The entire room fell silent.
Only the groans of the wounded and the sobbing of the evening wind blowing through the streets remained.
All eyes were focused on the young man in the moon-white robe who had just snapped his fingers.
Hu Zhenshan's mouth dropped open, and his nine-ringed broadsword froze in mid-air.
The rage on his face was replaced by shock and bewilderment.
The county magistrate suddenly opened his eyes, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.
Xiao Yu forgot to cry and stared blankly at Qin Mu.
Even Yunluan, who had just escaped danger and was slightly out of breath, was affected.
They quickly retreated to Qin Mu's side.
Although his expression remained cold and stern.
But a complex and indescribable light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Qin Mu's back.
Qin Mu seemed oblivious to the stares he was receiving.
He merely tilted his head slightly to look at the bewildered Lü Wuming.
The half-smile at the corner of his mouth was particularly clear, and also particularly... unpredictable, in the deepening twilight.
"Referring to the Mysterious Realm?"
He gently repeated Yunluan's judgment.
His tone was flat, yet it carried a condescending scrutiny.
"Well, it's so-so, but it's passable."
He paused.
His gaze swept over Hu Zhenshan, whose face was ashen, and the mess on the ground.
His voice remained gentle, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
"But you think you can chop my men up and feed them to the fish with that little skill?"
He slowly took a step forward.
Just one step.
An invisible pressure, far more vast, profound, and soul-chilling than Lü Wuming's chilling aura, was exerted.
Like a sleeping dragon slowly opening its eyes, it began to quietly spread.
Hu Zhenshan felt his breath catch in his throat and took two steps back.
Lu Wuming's pupils contracted sharply, and the hairs on his body stood on end, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The cold, yin energy within his body circulated wildly.
Yet, I still couldn't suppress the slight... fear rising in my heart?
Qin Mu looked at them.
It's as if they've finally lost their last bit of patience with this farce.
"Game time is over."
He spoke softly, as if announcing something perfectly ordinary.
"Now, it's time to settle the score."
The moonlight was pale and the river wind howled.
At the crossroads of the Nujiang ferry crossing, the air was thick with the stench of blood and a suffocating stillness.
The bluestone pavement was stained with viscous blood, and it gleamed with a dull luster in the dim light.
Several corpses lying haphazardly silently testified to the horrific scene that had just unfolded.
The onlookers had already hidden far away, crowding under the eaves and at the entrance of the alley, only daring to peek out half of their terrified faces.
She even deliberately kept her breathing soft, as if afraid of disturbing the young man in the moon-white robe in the arena.
Hu Zhenshan's hand, gripping the nine-ringed broadsword, trembled slightly, veins bulging.
It wasn't anger, but a chill that came from the depths of my soul.
He looked at the dozens of carefully selected gang members he had brought, now lying on the ground like stalks of wheat swept by a strong wind.
What terrified him even more was the presence of Lu Wuming, the Venerable Master of the Profound Realm whom he relied on.
At this moment, it stood frozen three steps in front of Qin Mu in an extremely strange posture.
Lu Wuming's eyes, which were always half-open and cold as a venomous snake, were now wide open.
Unbelievable horror was frozen deep in his pupils.
His face was deathly pale, and his gray beard and hair were disheveled.
Maintain the posture of pushing both palms forward and unleashing vital energy.
However, the chilling power of the "Mysterious Yin Bone-Eating Palm," which once terrified countless masters, vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
A thin layer of ice, visible to the naked eye, was spreading upwards at an astonishing speed, starting from the palm of his hand that he had slapped out.
It quickly covered his arms, shoulders, neck...
The frost was not caused by his cultivation technique.
Rather, it is a deeper, purer chill, as if it originates from the deepest hell.
He didn't even have time to make a sound.
With a slight "crack," his entire body was completely frozen into a distorted ice sculpture.
It reflected a pale and eerie light under the moonlight.
Qin Mu stood in front of this ice sculpture.
The moon-white, wide-sleeved robe fluttered slightly in the blood-stained river breeze.
It was spotless, not even the hem of its clothes was disheveled.
He acted as if he had only done a trivial little thing.
Reach out and gently flick the ice sculpture's forehead with your fingertips.
"bite--"
A crisp, clear sound, like glass shattering.
The ice sculpture started from the forehead and was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
It then collapsed with a deafening roar.
It turned into countless shimmering ice crystal fragments, which fell to the ground with a soft rustling sound.
It melted and disappeared very quickly.
Along with any trace of Lü Wuming's existence, it was erased.
There was no bloodshed or carnage.
There is only one kind of annihilation, so pure it's breathtaking.
"hiss--"
A series of suppressed gasps of cold air came from afar.
Everyone who witnessed this scene, whether it was the few remaining trembling members of the Nujiang Gang, the onlookers, or even the county magistrate whose face had turned deathly pale, felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.
My hair stood on end.
What... what kind of method is this?
A powerful expert at the Profound Realm, just like that... disappeared so easily?
Like brushing away a speck of dust?
Xiao Yu collapsed to the ground, covering her mouth tightly with both hands to prevent a scream from escaping her throat.
Her clear eyes were wide open at that moment.
The reflection inside showed Qin Mu's pale figure and the rapidly melting pool of ice water on the ground.
It was filled with extreme shock and bewilderment.
Who exactly is this young man who saved her?
Hu Zhenshan was struck dumb, frozen in place.
The nine-ringed broadsword slipped from his hand with a clang and fell to the ground, sending up a few sparks.
He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground!