I am a living immortal.

"Wait...that's not right..."

Chen Tao tugged at the old goat, asking him to tone it down. "Don't fire that cannon! If you fire it, you'll only be asking for trouble!" If this gets out, won't anyone with a bit of dignity come looking for trouble?

However, the old goat doesn't care about all that. As long as I am happy, it's fine. There's no need to go around in circles. Come on, come on together. He won't be afraid at all.

So he didn't restrain himself.

He pointed at Zhao Lei's nose and started cursing him, and then dragged the entire Dayu underworld into the curse.

The old goat won't care about anything else when he gets angry.

Zhao Lei, who was being insulted in all directions, looked increasingly gloomy, his lips trembling with anger.

"Good! Very good! If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have known that I had actually seen such an arrogant person. Today, I will teach you a lesson, you ignorant brat."

"Just you? You're not qualified to teach me a lesson."

"Come on, come on, I'll beat you to death today." The old goat rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand to Zhao Lei.

Chen Tao was helpless. This mouth... He thought the old goat's foul mouth was only directed at him, but he didn't expect it to be all-round. It was a miracle that he hadn't been beaten to death.

Those who had been watching the fun all spat out their tea at the same time. Some looked grim, some amused, some thought he was ignorant, and some thought he was young and full of energy.

"How arrogant! I wonder if I have the strength to be so arrogant."

Before anyone could say anything, Zhao Lei had already taken action. He held a long sword in his hand and in a few steps, he was in front of the old goat. The long sword in his hand rained down like raindrops. Soon, at least in front of many people's eyes, the sword light flashed, and the long sword turned into hundreds of afterimages that were already attacking the old goat. These swords were all deadly.

This action caused many onlookers to frown. Despite the Old Goat's outrageous words, Zhao Lei had attacked without a word. This was a sneak attack, especially on a young man. The Yuhua Sword was indeed as irritable and unscrupulous as rumored, and every strike was aimed at killing.

But this sword move is fast, too fast!!

The old goat sneered, showing off his proficiency before an expert. With a wave of his hand, a branch with crabapple blossoms was plucked from the tree and landed in his hand without him noticing.

The hand trembled slightly.

The petals trembled, and they met the violent sword moves. The branch in his hand was as fast as a startled wild goose. The moment he grasped the branch, the sword moves demonstrated by Su Mu appeared in his mind. His hands were faster than the sword.

The shadows of crabapple flowers bloomed in the air, depicting a gorgeous poem.

At the moment when flowers bloomed and fell, branches met swords, and those sword moves were unexpectedly blocked by the blooming crabapple flowers. Ordinary branches were not at all inferior to the sharp swords.

Although Zhao Lei is not a good person, he still has good eyesight. At this moment, his expression suddenly changed. The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he wanted to ask why, but he couldn't say it.

The old goat sneered, "You want to ask why? There's no reason. It's because I'm faster, because my sword is stronger. You! Can't do that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved the branch in his hand even faster.

Pink and white crabapple petals spread out, outlining a beautiful arc in the air, and beneath this arc lay murderous intent. Each petal was stained with a hint of sword intent, slashing across Zhao Lei's body like a sharp dagger. Beneath the sky of petals, bloody marks were slashed across his body.

Zhao Lei was filled with horror at this moment.

How could it be possible? How could it be possible! He swung the sword in his hand continuously, faster! Faster! The speeding sword seemed to pierce and penetrate the petals in the sky.

But just as the old goat had said, his sword was even faster and stronger. After the swift blade pierced through a layer of petals, more petals flew out. Veins bulged in his hands, and Qi burst forth from his body, attempting to protect his body while simultaneously increasing the speed of his sword. The Qi cultivated over forty or fifty years gushed forth in a continuous stream.

However, these strange petals seemed to ignore the true energy and still scratched bloody marks on his body. As time passed, these blood marks became more and more numerous, and blood stained his clothes red. The stinging sensation in his arm became more and more obvious. As he drew his sword faster and faster, the small wounds on his hands were constantly tearing, and the pain was obvious.

But... Zhao Lei didn't dare to stop. As soon as he stopped, he would be cut into pieces by the blade-like petals.

But now it's just a drop in the bucket, it will only make you die slower.

He couldn't believe that Zhao Lei, who had dominated the martial arts world for decades, would die in such a hasty manner, killed by someone who looked so young...

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he opened his mouth, but for some reason no sound came out, and all he could spit out was the blood that kept pouring in. He knew what this meant.

He looked sharply at the old goat.

At this moment, the old goat was looking at him with a smile on his face, and two words came out of the corner of his mouth. No sound was made, but he immediately understood what the two words meant.

Die.

His lips turned pale from excessive blood loss, his throat had been cut, and now only death was waiting for him. The sword in his hand slowed down compared to before.

The old goat was somewhat disappointed. This Zhao Lei wasn't as resilient as he'd imagined, nor did he possess Qiu Cheng's passion and reverence for the martial arts. Even at this moment, nearing death, he lacked the courage to fight with all his might, to break through himself, to rise from death to life. The old goat only saw the despair and fear in his eyes, and his desire for life had been suppressed...

He also wanted to see the unleashed power of these martial arts masters, the kind of strength that could break through the upper limit. Unfortunately, it seemed that not everyone had that kind of courage. The previous clash between Qiu Cheng and the commander-in-chief of Zhan Si had clearly exceeded the upper limit of martial arts.

The upper limit of martial arts has been raised. Without the addition of spiritual energy, the true energy seems to have undergone some kind of transformation, becoming a power similar to spiritual energy but completely different.

Although the old goat usually only cared about eating and drinking, he could still think when he was free. He was curious about this power, or perhaps he was just looking for fun out of boredom. If the master of Yan Dynasty could do it, Dayu should be able to do it too.

This was his original idea, so he wanted to force it, pretend to be cool, and enjoy the admiring looks. After all, there was actually a sword among the pile of junk in the yard, so why would he go to the trouble of breaking off a branch to use as a sword? Isn't it that way that he can show his unfathomable power and the unfathomable depth of his strength, as well as the visual stunningness?

Unfortunately, this Grandmaster of Dayu did not seem to have any intention of exploding.