Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

At this moment, however, his face bore a cautious expression.

It was completely different from the enigmatic demeanor he displayed in front of Zhan Weicong earlier.

"Why be so modest, Young Master Long?" Xu Haoyin said with a playful smile.

Hearing this, 'Young Master Long' quickly waved his hand: "Young Master, please don't mock me.

I, Long San, am nothing more than a pawn in your hands! As for the so-called Young Master Long of the Central Plains, a thousand-year-old grand clan, only that fool Zhan Weicong would believe it."

"Hahaha!" Xu Haoyin couldn't help but laugh when he heard Long San say this.

A few people beside him also smiled.

Among them, two people had extremely vigorous Blood Qi.

Standing beside them felt like standing next to a burning furnace due to the constant heat emanating from them.

One of them was wrapped in black clothing from head to toe, with his face covered by black cloth. He was skinny, with eyes as fierce as a wolf's, and held a slender straight blade.

He was the Shadow Blade, one of the four famous blades of the Xu Family, a Full Cycle Martial Artist.

In terms of strength and status, he ranked above the Blood Saber.

The other wore a luxurious black and gold-trimmed cloak, with a golden saber adorned with a dragon pattern hanging at his waist, his face full of arrogant disregard.

His aura was even stronger than that of the Shadow Blade; he was the Overlord Saber, one of the four famous blades of the Xu Family.

"The eldest young master's strategies are extraordinary, reminiscent of the old patriarch's style." Overlord Saber said slowly.

His voice was like metal striking stone, carrying with it an inherently compelling power.

"Uncle Hu, you're too kind. How can I compare to father?" Though Xu Haoyin was arrogant, he was extremely courteous to the family's four famous blades, not daring to act haughty.

"However, if we manage to swallow the Zhan Family this time, the strength of the Xu Family will surely reach a new height.

We could potentially focus vast resources to possibly cultivate a second Martial Artist."

Upon hearing Xu Haoyin say this, both the Overlord Saber and the Shadow Blade raised their eyebrows.

For a Full Cycle Martial Artist to step into the Martial Master Realm, aside from innate talent, the resources required are immense.

Even a giant like the Xu Family cannot easily cultivate a Martial Artist.

According to him, could the resources gained from the Zhan Family be used for nurturing Full Cycle Martial Artists?

The group was just indulging in fantasies of victory.

Suddenly.

'Bang!'

The sound of a door being blasted open was followed by a series of agonizing screams.

"Who is it?" Xu Haoyin demanded angrily.

Before he and his subordinates could take a few steps, a figure flashed like the wind into the courtyard.

He appeared to be in his twenties, with an ordinary look, dressed in a black Profound Robe, his gaze sweeping across the scene without any emotion.

Finally, his gaze fixed straight on Long San, causing a chill to run through Long San's heart.

"That so-called Young Master Long, come with me."

Hearing such an arrogant response from the stranger, everyone present was mockingly amused.

Only Xu Haoyin's complexion changed, his eyes revealing a hint of fear.

"Proud Celestial Monarch?"

Wasn't this man in front of them the mysterious figure who killed the Blood Saber last time?

The Xu Family had investigated for a long time but failed to uncover his identity or track down his whereabouts.

Who would have thought he'd show up at their doorstep today!

With pride, the 'Proud Celestial Monarch' said: "I'll give you three seconds to consider, if you won't comply, I'll break your bones."

"Ignorant brat!" The Overlord Saber, seeing someone even more arrogant than himself, couldn't help but laugh angrily. He turned to Xu Haoyin, "Young Master, do you know him?"

"Yes, he's the one who killed the Blood Saber!" Xu Haoyin shouted fiercely.

He was no longer affected by fear.

Though this Proud Celestial Monarch was formidable, killing a Circulation Martial Artist was nothing impressive, especially since they had two Full Cycles on their side right now.

He refused to believe two Full Cycles couldn't handle this Proud Celestial Monarch?

"What!"

Both the Overlord Saber and the Shadow Blade's faces changed at this news.

The four famous blades have always shared honor and disgrace together, decades of camaraderie; not siblings by blood, but closer than brothers.

"Boy, I will carve out your heart and offer it to my brother's spirit in the heavens!" The Overlord Saber roared.

Beside him, the Shadow Blade added sinisterly, "We can't let him die so easily; that would be too lenient.

We should first skin him alive, then cut off his limbs, making him into a 'human swine' to soak in a vat of wine for several days first."

With that said, the Shadow Blade disappeared with a 'whoosh'.

Few present could track his movements, only seeing a blurry black shadow darting around like a ghost.

The Shadow Blade, one of the four famous blades, was always renowned for his speed in Wangjiang County!

Next, they saw a flash of silver light, with the target clearly being the 'Proud Celestial Monarch' standing in the midst.

The Shadow Blade had drawn his sword!

'He's dead for sure!' Such a thought flashed through each person's mind.

The next moment.

'Clang!'

After a violent clash of metal, everyone's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets.

The weapon of the Shadow Blade, a straight blade, was entirely forged from Profound Iron.

At this moment, it was firmly held in the hand of the 'Proud Celestial Monarch', unable to advance an inch!

"How did he do it?"

"Won't his hand break!"

"This... this can't be possible!"

But the Shadow Blade on the scene was even more shocked than these onlookers.

He knew the power of the strike he had just delivered, enough to shatter gold and crack stone. Even a Martial Artist would not dare to face it head-on.

After all, in terms of pure strength, a Martial Artist isn't much stronger than a Full Cycle.

But this kid just blocked it bare-handed?

Moreover, when he tried to withdraw his weapon, it felt as if it were caught in iron pincers, unable to move an inch.

The Shadow Blade, being a decisive person, directly abandoned his weapon upon seeing the situation.

He quickly retreated, floating freely like a feather into mid-air.

"Trying to run?"

Lou Yi's brow flashed with a murderous intent.

In the next moment, he stepped on the ground with one foot.

With a 'whoosh', he shot into the air like a cannonball, pursuing the Shadow Blade relentlessly.

The spot he stepped on the ground left a noticeable pit.

The Shadow Blade was surprised to find that his opponent's speed was not slow in the slightest.

He let out a cold 'hehe' laugh, intending to use his body technique to switch positions again.

Unexpectedly, a chilling torrent, as if penetrating the soul, surged up his right arm, then spread throughout his body.

It made his body feel stiff, and his movement speed notably decreased.

And without a weapon, with his speed significantly reduced, the Shadow Blade became an easy target for Lou Yi.

"Too slow!"

Lou Yi stood firm as a pine, his waist like a longbow, and punched fiercely, the air reverberating with a thunderous explosive sound.

'Bang!'

The Shadow Blade's chest was effortlessly struck by the fist.

Only hearing continuous 'crack' sounds, at that moment, he didn't know how many bones had shattered.

His entire form bent in an arc, powerlessly propelled into the air, and then plummeted downwards, crashing onto a rockery in the courtyard.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his expression grim, eyes rolling back slightly, a clear sign of the severe injuries; recovery might not be feasible for half a year.

Yet Lou Yi did not pause his steps, continuing to stride towards Young Master Long, oblivious to others.

"Die!"

The Overlord Saber, eyes twisted in malice, directly drew the golden saber with dragon patterns from his waist, and cleaved towards Lou Yi's head!

The blade tore through the air, its keening overshadowing the sound of the wind.

The Overlord Saber's technique, like his moniker, was expansive and unyielding, brooking no opposition.

If it were an ordinary person, they would usually evade first, waiting for the momentum of the blade to lapse before launching a counterattack.

But Lou Yi took out an axe and met the attack head-on.

"Splitting Mountain."

All his muscles exerted simultaneously, the strength exceeding ten thousand pounds in an instant.

"Dragon Piercing."

Stimulating the acupoint at the chest with Secret Blood, rendering his upper body numb, blood Qi surged like boiling water, finally converging into his right arm.

The dual forces combined, surpassing twenty thousand pounds!

'Clang!'

The golden saber of the Overlord Saber was effortlessly deflected by Lou Yi, flying from his grip, with blood gushing from his tiger's mouth.

And in the momentary daze.

Lou Yi delivered a massive kick to the Overlord's chest, sending him flying onto the three-to-four-meter-high rockery, breaking it open, with rubble tumbling down.

The Overlord covered his back with his hands, his body curling into a shrimp-like shape, as if he had been stripped of his sinews.

"Weak, too weak." Lou Yi shook his head.

'Poof!'

Hearing Lou Yi's remark, the Overlord Saber was so enraged his heart seized, unable to hold back a large spurt of blood.

Faster than the Shadow Blade, stronger than the Overlord Saber.

Lou Yi defeated them in their most prideful strengths of Full Cycle Martial Artists, trampling their confidence thoroughly into the mud.

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