Rural Romantic Life

The middle-aged burly man was killed by the white-haired old man with a single palm strike. The others who had been as disdainful as the middle-aged burly man instantly stopped in their tracks in fear.

Clearly, they were also intimidated by the power of the old man's palm strike and dared not continue to act recklessly.

Suddenly, more than a dozen powerful martial artists strode up to Lu Yang and his group, shouting, "Get out of this secret realm right now, or you'll be stuck here forever!"

Hearing the threatening words of these dozen or so powerful warriors, those who were still somewhat unwilling instantly abandoned their wishful thinking and had no choice but to obediently follow orders and quickly leave the secret realm.

Otherwise, they would surely lose their lives here.

Seeing how domineering these people were, Liu Yiyi lowered her voice and said to Lu Yang with some resentment, "Master Lu, are we really going to leave here like this?"

Liu Yiyi was prepared to see what Lu Yang meant. If Lu Yang said he wanted to leave, they would naturally have nothing to say, since among them, only Lu Yang had the right to continue walking to the center of the hall.

Lu Yang glanced briefly at the dozen or so martial arts experts in front of him, a faint, playful smile playing on his lips as he replied to Liu Yiyi, "Tell us to get lost? But why should we listen to them?"

"I'd like to see if they can really keep us trapped in this secret realm forever!"

With that, Lu Yang led Liu Yiyi and the others directly toward the center of the hall.

They paid no attention to the dozen or so powerful martial artists in front of them and completely ignored them.

These dozen or so martial artists were very satisfied with the outcome, seeing that they had managed to make the other small fry who wanted to take advantage of the situation leave the secret realm with just a few words.

only?

They suddenly discovered that there were still some fools who ignored their orders and were preparing to bypass them and continue walking towards the central hall.

This undoubtedly stunned them all, and they were also furious.

One of the young martial artists coldly snorted, "You lot have quite the nerve, so ungrateful! Today, I'll personally take your lives!"

Swish it!

He brandished a dazzling sword and charged towards Lu Yang and his companions like a venomous snake.

The one who would be the first to be targeted was naturally Lu Yang, because he could see that the others all seemed to follow his lead.

call out!

The young martial artist's sword flew directly towards Lu Yang's neck, and a cruel, mocking sneer appeared on his lips.

Click!

Upon seeing this, Lu Yang simply extended two fingers lightly and quickly, as if he were holding a chopstick, and caught the sharp sword that resembled a venomous snake.

The young martial artist originally thought that Lu Yang's fine head would surely fly into the sky at any moment, but to his surprise, the other party actually used two mortal fingers to clamp down on the sword that was flying out.

Judging from the other person's expression, it was as if they had done something insignificant, as if they had actually caught a chopstick.

This surprised the young martial artist, and he was also extremely ashamed and furious: "You...you're simply courting death! I'll tear your entire arm apart in my mind and show you what's what!"

The young martial artist roared, unleashing a torrent of true energy from his dantian. It surged through his sword towards Lu Yang's two fingers, his aim being to pulverize them and even his entire arm, in order to wash away the humiliation Lu Yang had brought him.

"Um?"

But?

No matter how frantically he tried to pulverize Lu Yang's fingers, he was surprised to find that the sword seemed to have taken root between Lu Yang's fingers. The opponent's fingers were like a huge iron inlay, and no matter how much he stimulated the sword, it remained completely still.

Click!

Lu Yang gave a mocking sneer, and with a slight exertion of his two fingers, the sword snapped into pieces.

Splash!

Finally, the sword turned into a pile of fragments, which fell to the ground like raindrops.

The other ten powerful martial artists who were waiting nearby to watch the show were also stunned when they saw this scene. They never expected that Lu Yang, whom they had not taken seriously, would have such powerful methods.

However, it did not exceed their capabilities.

One of the elders suddenly mocked the young martial artist, "Young Master Yu, you are supposed to be the number one prodigy of the Yu family, and your strength seems quite impressive. Yet you can't even handle a young brat younger than him!"

"In that case, I have no choice but to come and help you!"

That's all!

The old man walked towards Lu Yang casually, but although he seemed indifferent and slow, he was actually incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Lu Yang.

The old man looked at Lu Yang with disdain and sneered, "You little bastard, it seems you're also a martial arts genius. But do you know that I enjoy killing martial arts geniuses like you the most? It's so satisfying!"

"Today, you are the tenth martial arts genius to be killed by my hand. You're lucky; you've just made it a round number!"

puff!

The old man's palm fell towards Lu Yang as he spoke.

Its speed is as fast as lightning; ordinary martial artists can't even react, let alone resist.

Seeing this, Lu Yang showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a faint, mocking smile appeared on his lips as he replied, "Old Bi Deng, I've killed plenty of self-righteous trash like you by now. One more won't make a difference!"

As Lu Yang spoke, he slapped the other person's hand that was slapping him back.

With a soft "pfft!"

A chilling yet magnificent blood mist suddenly erupted from the point where their palms touched.

Then came a heart-wrenching, ghost-like scream: "Ah... my hand..."

The old man was dumbfounded. He originally thought that Lu Yang was about to become a dead soul under his palm, but who knew that the other party's palm strike would turn his entire arm into a bloody mist.

Upon seeing this, the young martial artist, who was still somewhat unconvinced after being defeated by Lu Yang, almost popped his eyes out of their sockets, his pupils filled with extreme horror.

Splash!

Before he knew it, a lot of cold sweat broke out on his back, instantly soaking it.

A strange sense of relief welled up inside him; he knew that he had just truly walked through the gates of hell.

If he hadn't used his sword against Lu Yang earlier, his entire arm would probably have ended up like the old man's, smashed into a bloody mist by the other's slap.

Turning him into a complete cripple, devoid of martial arts skills, would be worse than actually killing him, making him wish he were dead.