blogombal Chapter 119 Instant Kill
Chapter 119 Instant Kill
Chapter 119 Instant Kill
He ultimately didn't dare to reveal the shameful fact that Yu Renhao and the others had been captured.
Luo Renjie, oblivious to the danger, still had a smirk on his face and interrupted.
"Master, is that even a question?"
"It must have been because Senior Brother Yu and his men were careless and underestimated their enemy, that they were caught off guard and got captured by those good-for-nothings from the escort agency."
"Who knows where they're tied up right now!"
Upon hearing this, Hou Renying glared at her outspoken junior brother, inwardly cursing him as an idiot.
Yu Canghai's face immediately darkened, as if covered with a layer of frost, and he let out a heavy snort.
"Useless trash!"
He selected a few people.
"You, you, and you!"
"Take a few men and guard all the exits of this old house, front, back, left, and right. Don't let even a mouse escape!"
He then flicked his finger, pointing at Hou Renying, Hong Renxiong, and Luo Renjie, who was still laughing.
"You three, go in and see what those Lin father and son are up to!"
"If we really find the sword manual..."
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his tone was chilling.
"Take it immediately, without fail!"
"Yes, Master!"
The three responded in unison, exchanged glances, and then suddenly leaped into the air like three agile night owls, silently skimming over the not-too-high wall of the old house and landing in the courtyard.
Yu Canghai straightened the collar of his meticulously crafted Taoist robe, and led the remaining disciples, heads held high and chests out, walking confidently through the main gate, displaying the air of a master returning home.
The old house was deathly silent.
Yu Canghai suddenly felt uneasy.
The three disciples had been inside for quite some time, yet there wasn't a single sound coming from within.
This doesn't make sense!
He quickened his pace unconsciously, crossing the front yard and heading straight for the back yard.
As soon as he stepped through the moon gate into the backyard, his gaze was fixed on the northwest corner, where the door of a house was wide open.
Yu Canghai's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace, reaching the entrance of the Buddhist hall in just a few steps.
Upon closer inspection, one could see a traditional Chinese ink painting of Bodhidharma's back hanging in the center of the Buddhist hall. Apart from that, the hall was completely empty, with no one in sight.
His heart sank. Could it be that those three wicked disciples really dared to covet the treasure and steal the sword manual to escape on their own?
This thought both shocked and angered him.
He quickly sped up, almost leaping to the entrance of the Buddhist hall, his view widening as the angle changed.
On the ground on the west side of the Buddhist hall, Hou Renying, Hong Renxiong, and Luo Renjie were piled on top of each other in an extremely strange and twisted posture, their eyes closed, their fate unknown.
On the east side, Lin Zhennan was pale and trembling slightly.
Beside him, "Lin Pingzhi" casually tossed a red cassock to Lin Zhennan and gave the order in a relaxed tone.
"Can you hold this for me?"
Then, "Lin Pingzhi" slowly turned around, a bright smile on his face, and his gaze fell on Yu Canghai, who was standing at the door, looking both shocked and furious.
"This must be Abbot Yu. I am deeply honored by your presence. My apologies for my rudeness."
His expression showed some surprise.
"Why is Abbot Yu so short?"
Yu Canghai twitched his noodle violently, and the surging killing intent in his eyes almost materialized and burst forth.
"Who exactly are you, you scoundrel? How dare you impersonate Lin Pingzhi and play tricks here!"
"I?"
Chen Yuan, wearing Lin Pingzhi's face, still smiled.
"He's just an ordinary bodyguard who took on a commission from Chief Bodyguard Lin. He takes money and does the work."
Before he finished speaking, he moved.
Without any extra movement, Yu Canghai only felt a blur before his eyes, and the figure of "Lin Pingzhi" appeared beside him without warning, as if by teleportation.
So fast!
His internal alarm bells were ringing wildly.
But as the leader of a top-tier martial arts sect, he possessed immense practical experience and remained calm despite his initial shock.
Yu Canghai snorted coldly, and the pure internal energy he had cultivated for decades surged wildly into his right palm in an instant, striking the blurry figure beside him with unparalleled ferocity.
His palm strikes were ruthless and cunning, aimed straight for the heart; he was confident that even a chest forged of iron and stone could be shattered by a single palm strike.
Faced with this palm strike that struck fear into the hearts of those in the martial arts world, Chen Yuan's reaction was surprisingly simple.
He also raised his palm and lightly met it.
Their hands met in mid-air without any fancy moves.
"Click..."
A very faint, crisp sound suddenly rang out in front of the deathly silent Buddhist hall.
Yu Canghai's sinister smile froze, transforming into an expression of disbelief.
He felt an overwhelming and terrifying internal force, flowing from his outstretched palm, forcefully slamming into his arm, then his shoulder, and then instantly engulfing his entire body.
His refined internal energy, cultivated over decades, melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and his tough meridians snapped inch by inch like fragile hemp ropes!
"you!"
Yu Canghai only managed to squeeze out a single word from the depths of his throat before his short, childlike body was sent flying backward as if struck head-on by a siege hammer.
With a loud "boom," it slammed solidly against the thick blue brick wall of the courtyard.
He slid limply down the wall to the ground, his head tilted to one side, his eyes wide open, his face filled with terror and resentment. Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, his limbs twitched a couple of times, and then he fell silent.
died.
The Qingcheng Sect's abbot, Yu Canghai, who reigned supreme in western Sichuan, intimidated the martial arts world, and single-handedly drove the Fuwei Escort Agency to the brink of ruin, was actually unable to withstand even a single palm strike from his opponent, and died so decisively...?!
The scene fell into an extremely eerie silence.
Whether it was Lin Zhennan, whose mind had completely gone blank after witnessing all of this, or the Qingcheng Sect disciples behind Yu Canghai who were originally full of momentum but now seemed to have been collectively frozen in place.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, their faces etched with absurdity, shock, fear, and a bewildered sense of their worldview being utterly shattered.
Chen Yuan slowly withdrew his hand, looked down at it, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face, and muttered something under his breath.
"...Why is this one so brittle? I haven't even used much force yet..."
This casual self-talk was like the last straw, completely breaking the already fragile nerves of the remaining Qingcheng disciples.
"Run...run!"
"Master is dead! Run for your lives!"
Someone let out a distorted and shrill scream, and the remaining seven or eight Qingcheng disciples reacted instantly, scrambling and crawling away in different directions.
Chen Yuan sighed softly, and his figure vanished in an instant.
Each time he appeared, he was in front of or beside a Qingcheng disciple who was fleeing for his life, and then he would still casually press out with his palm.
Those Qingcheng disciples who were usually quite skilled, no matter how they tried to block, dodge, or fight desperately, were all as fragile as paper under that seemingly simple palm strike. With a muffled groan, they collapsed to the ground as if their bones had been removed, and remained motionless.
Those Qingcheng Sect disciples who were ordered to guard the outside and were unaware of the earth-shattering changes that had taken place inside naturally could not escape the same fate.