A prodigal son of a sect rises to power by blowing up the sect's gate!

boom!

Lu Yu's murderous fingertip grew larger and larger in Du Hui's eyes!

Emergency moment.

"I'm hiding!"

Du Hui glared angrily and forced his way around.

"boom."

The sound of air blasts mixed with the sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.

Du Hui's body lurched backward, his left shoulder nearly shattered into pieces, and through his shoulder blade, one could even see his bloody chest cavity.

"Kid, kid..."

Du Hui's face turned ashen, the madness in his eyes faded, leaving only the instinctive fear of a cultivator.

"What kind of martial art is this?!"

Du Hui looked shakily at his missing shoulder; his left arm was almost entirely covered by skin.

"I am at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, one of the three peak Nascent Soul stage cultivators in the Northern Territory!"

Lu Yu did not answer when he heard this, but merely raised his hand with trembling hands.

Looking at the bloodstains, it has already begun to heal itself.

Terrifying finger.

In reality, it is a kind of power that burns blood and qi, equivalent to using one's own essence as fuel.

The power that erupted was unprecedented.

But this method...

It can only be used when you're working desperately, and you might not even use it more than a few times in your entire life.

But who is Lu Yu?

"With the help of the patriarch, one is the chosen one!"

Lu Yu muttered to himself, tilting his head back to reveal his jawline, and coldly glanced at Du Hui.

That look in his eyes could be summed up in three words.

"Wait!"

Du Hui naturally noticed Lu Yu's gaze, but this time he dared not ignore it at all.

He is very clear.

This little beast has acquired the ability to kill itself.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Du Hui frantically yanked at the hand that Lu Yu was holding, and in the process, his shattered left arm fell off.

Lu Yu stared intently at Du Hui.

He was furious!

Having lived as a beast of burden in his previous life, he believed he was mentally strong enough to tolerate the exploitative practices of capitalists.

But now.

The Lieyang Sect was his life's work, and he had worked diligently and fearfully for so long.

These children are the future of the Lieyang Sect. The youngest is only four or five years old, and he likes to sneak a peek at them on nights.

To put it bluntly.

He was afraid the wind would damage the dolls.

But now.

That old dog Du Hui, he let it go last time he attacked the mountain, but now he dares to gather so many people to come together.

"Old dog, I won't kill you directly, but I've already figured out how to deal with you," Lu Yu suddenly said in a sinister tone.

"you……"

Upon hearing Lu Yu's words, Du Hui's expression changed.

"what are you up to?"

Lu Yu raised one hand and pointed up the mountain without turning his head.

"On my mountain, if a child dies, I'll cut off a layer of your flesh; if ten die, I'll extract your nascent soul and make it into a lantern to hang at the mountain gate!"

Lu Yu's face was contorted with rage, and he roared as he spoke.

"Terrifying Finger!"

Du Hui was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his first reaction upon hearing this was to hide.

Unable to break free.

He twisted his right arm and forced himself to turn around and lie face down on the ground.

But the terrifying attack did not come.

Lu Yu said coldly.

"It's not fully recovered yet!"

Du Hui trembled all over, forced himself to turn his head despite the pain, and said shakily.

"You, are you kidding me?"

Lu Yu didn't answer Du Hui; he was watching the battle below the mountain peak.

Zixia was covered in blood, holding the Ice Pulse Sword, and a faint, eerie blue light shone in her eyes. It was not obvious, but it was exceptionally bright.

In front.

The person she fought was none other than the Giant Mountain.

At some point, the giant mountain took off its shirt, revealing a terrifying body as solid as a rock.

"Boom!"

Zixia slashed at the giant mountain with her sword.

In return, Jushan took several steps back, his legs sinking into the ground. After taking a deep breath, he raised his head and smiled.

"You are as talented as ever, it's a pity that you're the only one."

As Jushan spoke, he turned his head and shouted loudly.

"Shamat!"

not far away.

Shamat lost an arm and lay sprawled on the ground, his face covered in blood.

"You stinky, stinky woman, how can you be so strong..."

Shamat looked at Zixia with a trembling expression.

There was resentment and doubt in his eyes.

He was once in the Lieyang Sect.

As Lu Chen's eldest disciple and the sect's senior sister, Zixia always maintained a cold and aloof demeanor, as if she were pure and unapproachable.

But he believed that he was no less than Zixia.

After all, he's a genius.

But now, he has truly witnessed the gap between geniuses.

"Cough cough cough."

Shamat coughed up blood and looked down at his chest, where a sword wound had almost torn his chest apart.

But this kind of injury won't kill you!

Hearing the giant mountain's call, he took a deep breath, and a primal desire resurfaced in his eyes.

"Women like these are so much fun to play with!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Zixia in an instant.

After Zixia finished cleaving the giant mountain with her sword, she held her breath, and the dark blue light in her eyes gradually gathered.

At this moment, she seemed to have given up all hope, with only one thought in her mind.

Kill these two people.

"Die!"

Shamat appeared out of thin air in front of him, his eyes filled with overwhelming ruthlessness.

Clang!

With a flick of her wrist, the Purple Cloud Ice Pulse Sword blocked Shamat's sword strike.

Available in the next second.

The giant mountain crashed down with tremendous force.

The orange-yellow light made him look like a humanoid beast.

"Boom!"

A sound like muffled thunder exploded.

Zixia was instantly thrown dozens of meters away by the impact, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Just as Jushan regained his balance, he suddenly touched his stomach in horror, his face turning pale.

"Zixia, are you trying to trade injuries for injuries? Are you out of your mind?"

The moment the giant mountain crashed down.

Zixia seemed to deliberately reveal a flaw, but in reality she secretly reversed the Ice Pulse Sword and stabbed it into Jushan's body while being knocked away.

"call……"

Jushan clutched his stomach, trying to press down on the wound, but found a chill covering the area around it.

"damn it!"

The giant mountain revealed its overwhelming fury.

"Why do you care so much about a mere, dilapidated Lieyang Sect? I once called Lu Chen my godfather and treated you like my senior sister. I won't stop you from leaving, so why do you insist on fighting to the death!"

"They even poked a hole in my body."

Jushan spread his arms and looked at Shamat.

"Kill them with your life!"

Shamat stood there trembling, inwardly cursing.

This guy, with his thick skin and tough flesh, stood in front while I took the initiative to strike from the shadows. But now, he couldn't take it after just making one hole.

I've already lost an arm, and my injury is even more serious!

However, seeing that the giant mountain was rushing towards Zixia again, Shamat could only grit his teeth and continue to follow.

In front.

Zixia stood up, blood continuously spilling from the corner of her mouth. She glanced with her divine sense at Lu Yu, who was fighting desperately with Du Hui down the mountain.

Finally, we arrived at the sect's main hall.

A dozen or so people had already surrounded the area and were attacking the protective formation.

That's all she and Lu Yu could do.

"call……"

Zixia resolutely raised the Ice Pulse Sword once again.

And the other side.

Ji Wushuang, suppressed by the power of the formation, seemed to have been ignored.

Upon closer inspection, one can see streams of divine soul power emanating from the gaps in the formation.

As more and more spiritual power emerges.

Slowly, a divine soul body gathered outside the formation!