Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

The name, the figure, the eyebrows—Lin Ping couldn't help but think of an acquaintance.

"Could this guy really be invincible in physical combat?" Lin Ping muttered to himself, quite interested in the little monkey.

"Who are you? I, Ruan Xiao Li, do not kill nameless nobodies." Xiao Li assumed a horse stance and assumed a fighting posture.

"Little Li's surname isn't Li?" Lin Ping frowned, looking puzzled.

He only knew that people called him Xiao Li in the cartoon, but he didn't know his full name.

Ruan Xiaoli? That's a bit odd.

Di Tu Hao was an assassin from the Nightmare Palace, so he didn't care about these formalities and launched an attack directly: "You keep babbling on and on, you'd better be a mute in your next life."

His figure moved like lightning, his sharp claws gleaming with a cold light.

In a few instantaneous steps, the Di Tu Hao had already arrived beside Ruan Xiao Li, its sharp claws aimed directly at his throat.

Bang!

Ruan Xiaoli's punches sent gusts of wind through the air, forcing the Di Tuhao back.

"Looks like we're going to kill some nobody today." Ruan Xiaoli's face was cold; he hated the Di Tuhao's self-righteous attitude.

"Such a fast punch, it actually managed to block my attack." Di Tuhao took a few steps back, silently preparing himself.

He had thought Ruan Xiaoli was all show and no substance, but he never expected that the other party's thin body could unleash such terrifying power, like a body bomb.

"Another fifth-dan master? He's really worthless!" After confirming Ruan Xiaoli's strength, Lin Ping became even more worried.

He had thought that Chu Rujun was the most powerful person and had enough qualifications to challenge other forces, but now it seems that Chu Rujun's strength is mediocre, and even ranks last.

"Master, you really are good for nothing except being beautiful," Lin Ping muttered to himself.

Although the sound was soft, it still reached Chu Rujun's ears.

She should have been angry, but she couldn't get angry no matter what, and even wanted to shout back: "Is it my fault that I'm pretty?"

In an instant, the battle between the two sides reached a fever pitch, and Kang Jinlong also came to the side of the Xizhu Kingdom delegation.

"Are you the crown prince of the Western India Kingdom?" Kang Jinlong asked with great interest.

"Now that you know it's me, Your Highness, get out of my way!" the Crown Prince of Xizhu roared.

As a prince, he had every right to be arrogant, and he would never allow others to point fingers at him.

"I'm sorry, you're going to die here today." Kang Jinlong's face was filled with murderous intent, and his thick hands gripped the greatsword tightly.

"Watch out, it's above you!" Fang Ritu, who had been hiding on the roof beam, shouted urgently.

Kang Jinlong suddenly felt a chilling killing intent and hurriedly used his greatsword to block it above his head.

Boring!

A jet-black dagger collided with the greatsword and slid rapidly down the back of the blade.

Seeing that the black dagger was about to sever his wrist, Kang Jinlong used all his strength to try to knock his opponent away.

With tremendous force, the attacker did indeed somersault twice in the air, but still managed to slash Kang Jinlong's wrist.

"This humble monk is a fool!" Beneath the black robe was a monk with a light bulb on his head.

"Monks from the Western India? Shouldn't they be carrying sticks? Why are they holding knives?" Lin Ping had another question on his mind.

Buddhism was originally introduced from India, so it is not surprising that there were monks in India.

But was the dagger in his hand for real?

Besides that, Lin Ping was more interested in the monk's Buddhist name, "Chifen"... Hmm, that's quite interesting.

"Master Chi Fen is a master of the Demonic Monk Sect. Killing a savage like you is more than enough for him."

The appearance of the idiot gave the crown prince of the Western India Kingdom immense confidence, and he even wanted to take this opportunity to kill the prince of India.

Let's see if they still dare to have any ideas about West India.

"So he was a demonic monk. I thought he was a frivolous monk." Lin Ping's knowledge had broadened.

With the arrival of experts from various delegations, the situation at Nightshade Palace became somewhat dire. Not only did Kang Jinlong and his group suffer repeated defeats, but even Jiao Mujiao failed to gain the upper hand.

“Xin Yuehu, Xiao Yang’s sword moves are flashy but impractical. Just focus on attacking his vital points.” Fang Ritu’s lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out.

Xin Yuehu nodded knowingly, and despite being completely at a disadvantage, she recklessly stabbed at Xiao Yang's vital points.

"Are you crazy? Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?" Xiao Yang asked in a terrified tone, trying to scare the other person away with his words.

However, Xin Yuehu did not retreat. Her soft sword stood straight and thrust directly into Xiao Yang's heart.

"Damn it, he found my weakness." Xiao Yang knew what this sword strike meant, and frantically tried to dodge, but his clothes were still torn.

"Again!" Xin Yuehu sneered, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Xiao Yang was clearly flustered. He was not yet proficient in the Shu Mountain Sword Rain technique, and if his weakness was exploited, he would surely be defeated.

In the ensuing battle, he quickly fell into a disadvantageous position and didn't even dare to confront Xin Yuehu head-on.

“Di Tu Hao, your opponent is fast and strong, but lacks stamina. Fight him with all your might and don’t give him time to rest,” Fang Ri Tu continued, speaking in lip-reading.

Ruan Xiaoli was basking in his slight advantage, patting his chest and boasting that he would beat Di Tuhao to a pulp within ten rounds.

But at that moment, the enemy launched an even fiercer attack.

"It's useless. With your speed and strength, you're no match for me at all," Ruan Xiaoli said easily, full of disdain.

He thought that Di Tuhao would retreat after a few moves, but he did not expect the opponent to attack desperately.

This round was quite long, with the two exchanging blows no less than a hundred times.

Ruan Xiaoli was a little flustered and said in a deep breath, "Doesn't this kid know how to get tired? He really is a wild man."

As his strength waned, Ruan Xiaoli's speed gradually decreased, and he was finally struck in the chest by the Di Tu Hao, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

With the tide of battle turning again, Kang Jinlong regained his confidence.

“Chi Fen has a special fondness for blood, so feel free to let him hurt you!” Fang Ritu continued.

After learning of the opponent's weakness, Kang Jinlong slammed his greatsword into the ground, causing the area within several meters to tremble.

He did not intend to resist the sharp attacks of the idiot.

"I can almost see the most delicious blood!" The idiot's eyes were filled with greed.

puff!

His scimitar pierced Kang Jinlong's shoulder, and blood dripped down the blade.

The idiot's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly pulled out a dagger, greedily licking the blade with his tongue.

"Is my blood delicious?" Kang Jinlong's booming voice almost ruptured his eardrums.

Just as the idiot was thoroughly enjoying himself, a fist bigger than a clay pot landed on his chest.

Chi Fen felt as if he had been hit by a great bell; several of his ribs broke, and his body flew out like a piece of paper.

He finally... drank his own blood, which was not delicious.

"The tide of battle has turned again!" Lin Ping was panicked.

Compared to the cruelty of the Nightmare Palace, Li Hai was rather gentle.

He doesn't want to die at the hands of the Nightshade Palace; he should help think of a solution.

“Master, your opponent is lacking in energy. Just unleash your full power to attack his longsword, and his body will surely be injured,” Fang Ritu continued.