Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 381 "Retreat 3 Times"

Qu Yanhui frowned slightly, not knowing why Liu Jiqian was crazy enough to block him. He moved to the side a little, but saw that Liu Jiqian blocked him again as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

"...You blocked me." His voice was chilling.

Liu Jiqian turned half of his face to the side, and the sneer on the corner of his lips was like ice chips under the lead cloud, with a hint of provocation: "Why do I want you to see it?"

Qu Yan replied: "???" Is that right? So overbearing that he even controls what he sees?

Min Xiao nonchalantly replied: "He's just a hairy kid who hasn't even fully grown his hair. What's so good about him?" Is he as handsome as the Demon Lord?! That kid named Lu has no horns or tail. He hasn't fully grown at all!

"What do you mean?" Liu Jiqian was unhappy. His voice was low and dangerous, as if he was going to draw his sword at the next second.

Is he speaking up for Liu Jiqian? Min Xiao didn't expect to be attacked like this - Liu Jiqian's words and deeds are inconsistent.

As a subordinate, Zhou Yuan naturally couldn't bear to see his boss being questioned like this, so his tone was respectful yet protective.

"Master Xuandu, we are all one family, why do you have to be so aggressive..."

"Who are you guys?"

Liu Jiqian sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "Don't mind your own business."

So cool! The few nameless demon cultivators behind them shrank their necks and looked at each other in bewilderment. The weapons in their hands were so strong that cold sweat broke out on their palms - they were not here to kill the righteous people at all. It was clearly a few evil stars confronting each other. If they continue like this, their own formation would be disrupted before they could even start a fight with the immortal sect.

Yan Qingshu was stunned, looking at the viciousness surging in Liu Jiqian's red and gold pupils, and the frightening paranoia mixed with his dignity. She subconsciously exclaimed: Is this still the Liu Jiqian she knew? The contrast was so great.

The immortal king was as dignified as a pine tree, with even the corner of his eyes showing a noble and aloof look, but now his aura was like cold iron that had been crushed and recast, and was quenched by a gloomy fire.

But, it's very touching~

Yan Zhaoming put his arm around Lu Wensheng's shoulders in a familiar manner: "So you have already taken this evil god under your command a long time ago? Why are you so low-key? If it were me, I would have advertised it in the Jade Mirror for three days and three nights - to be honest, how did you take him down?" He was now not only convinced verbally, but also in his heart, and he was full of admiration.

"That's exaggerated." Did he also gain a higher generation title?

Lu Wensheng felt a little embarrassed. The light red behind his ear was spreading down the side of his neck, leaving a small patch of red at the collar of his robe.

Canglige came over and glared at him: "How, have you recovered from the blow?"

Jiang Jinyue pulled Jiang Caixue forward and said, "Wow, Brother Lu is really a hidden talent! Do you have any tricks? When he was injured, did you accompany him every day and asked about his well-being? It's written in the storybooks that--" If they learn it, wouldn't it be possible to directly take down any male cultivator they like in the future?

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Caixue covered his mouth: "The stories you read are all just fooling people."

Li Zheng didn't know, he just agreed: "I want one too, I want one too."

Tan Heng held his forehead and sighed: "...idiot, is this what you want?"

Yun Wujiu: "Alas, this is wrong. The emotions of men and women are similar in their own ways."

Lu Wensheng didn't expect that his previous "getting along" with these geniuses only made them submit on the surface. But when his relationship with Liu Jiqian was revealed, they were convinced and full of admiration - is Liu Jiqian a monster to them?

For such a big event, Tang He, who claimed to be Lu Wensheng's right-hand man, naturally came as well. He had a feeling of being the only one sober while everyone else was drunk. He squeezed into the crowd like a swimming fish, separated a few geniuses, and crossed his arms.

"You are going in the opposite direction! Isn't the point how to take down Senior Brother Liu?! Of course it's because he is Senior Brother Lu!"

"Why are you here to cause trouble?" Lu Wensheng pushed away Tang He's face.

"Om-"

The sword light came without warning.

The action of Liu Jiqian drawing the sword almost turned into an afterimage. The gray mist on his silver hair shattered into fireflies in the sword energy, and his red-gold pupils reflected Lu Wensheng's stunned eyebrows.

The sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar splitting the sky, but it was not caused by Chonglu Wensheng.

Yan Zhaoming was chatting with Lu Wensheng on his shoulder when he suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He almost twisted and fell sideways, and the jade pendant on his waist fell to the ground with a clang. Even though he reacted quickly, Liu Jiqian's sword energy was like a cold pond suddenly bursting under the moon. The sword light brushed past his hair and plowed a three-foot-deep groove on the stone surface. The hem of his clothes was still emitting green smoke as it was scorched by the sword energy.

"Damn it! Why did you chop me?!" Yan Zhaoming rolled three feet on the ground and then climbed up. The smell of burning seemed to still linger on the tip of his nose.

Liu Jiqian's sword was as powerful as pear blossoms in a rainstorm, and the sword light moved like a silver snake, specifically targeting the cultivators who were close to Lu Wensheng. Thousands of fine rays targeted the lapels and hair tips of everyone - neither fatal, but extremely humiliating.

Each sword light accurately avoided the three-foot range of Lu Wensheng, but covered all the geniuses within ten feet around him.

Cangli Ge's Liu Cangjin was chopped into pieces by the sword energy. Li Zhe was about to raise his axe when he was forced to kneel on one knee by the overwhelming sword energy. Even Yun Wujiu, who was usually calm in the face of fame or disgrace, covered his sword, and the sword trembled in his hand.

After the other geniuses dodged in surprise, they became eager to fight and took out their weapons, wanting to see how they fared with Liu Jiqian.

Yan Zhaoming jumped up and down, patting the stone chips on his clothes. The exploded hair on his head was still covered with charred fragments: "Liu! Do you think I'm a fish on the chopping board for you to chop?" Before he finished speaking, the Lingyang bow appeared in his hand, and the red flames sizzled in the aftermath of the sword energy - the frustration of being suppressed and beaten by Liu Jiqian turned into flames dancing in his eyes.

Cang Lige was twisting the broken pieces of Liucang brocade with his fingertips. He was obviously gritting his teeth in anger, and his cuffs were cut by the sword energy to leave jagged edges, but he still maintained that elegant posture. The brocade was restored and swaying like spring water. It seemed gentle but it concealed thousands of layers of water curtains. He stared at Liu Jiqian's lower body.

Yun Wujiu held down the vibrating hilt of the sword, his knuckles turning white from the force, but a gentle smile was still on his face. However, as soon as the sword intent touched Liu Jiqian's body three feet away, it was like spring snow melting in boiling soup, and even the sword tassel was blown back by the wind pressure.

Li Zhe's Sky-Splitting Axe slammed heavily onto the ground, the flying stone chips clanged against his bronze visor. A roar like thunder rolled out of his throat, and the demonic power wrapped around the axe blade actually burst into tiny sparks in the sword energy. While his tiger's mouth was numb, the axe blade actually sank half an inch.

The other geniuses could no longer bear to watch and silently turned their heads away or covered their eyes.

The burnt marks on the ends of Liu Jiqian's hair moved without wind, casting a winding shadow in the twilight, just like a butterfly wing burned by moonlight. A sneer appeared at the corner of his lips, but he swept away the monks surrounding the young man one by one.

The geniuses looked at this strange scene and suddenly felt that being beaten away just now was not so shameful - everyone was beaten, what was there to say?

"Noisy."

Yan Qingshu had long been pulled back by Wei Xun. When she heard Liu Jiqian's pretentious words, the corners of her mouth twitched - was it because of the noise? She was too lazy to say it.

The chief of the Wenxian Sect, who even smiled in a noble and aloof manner, now looked like a young animal whose toy had been taken away, and wanted to throw away any living thing that came close to Lu Wensheng.