Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

When the Fiery Elder and his companions saw that Li Fu was speaking with great vigor, as if he still had the strength to fight again, and that he could easily unleash five more palm strikes, they were even more shocked.

Tuoba Que and Huang Qin lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, their bones broken and internal organs ruptured. They were incapable of escaping, let alone struggling to sit up.

Like two fish out of water, they gasped for breath in vain.

"Stop humiliating me..."

Tuoba Que struggled to lift his eyelids, his eyes filled with resentment, his breath shallow and his voice hoarse and broken.

"How hateful... How hateful that I... My divine skills have not yet reached their peak, otherwise... how could I have been defeated by you."

"...The victor is king, the loser is villain...kill me...fleece me...it's all up to you..."

His voice carried a deep sense of regret.

"I... I should have come out of seclusion long ago, instead of seeking a safe haven... You... were you drawn here by the news that 'Mr. Jiuzhang' had walked out of the desert alive?"

"Cough...cough...back then...I shouldn't have...shouldn't have made a mistake in my thinking...and only yelled at Mr. Jiuzhang until he was mentally impaired...and spared his life for the time being, and let him go."

This led those in the martial arts world who were gradually turning their backs on the Wuqi treasure to believe that there was still a way out here, and that there really was a treasure to be seized.

...That's why...you've come...you've come.

Tuoba Que was filled with regret at this moment, feeling that his scheming had backfired.

At this moment, the Fiery Elder, the Woodcutter, and others had completely subdued the group of mentally challenged experts and gathered around them.

"You scoundrel, you are truly despicable."

Everyone was shocked and furious.

They actually used Mr. Jiuzhang as bait.

"I had long suspected that Mr. Jiuzhang could escape the desert even though he was insane."

Li Fu lifted his eyelids slightly.

"I ask you, among all those you've lured and killed here in search of treasure in the desert over the years, was there one person with an honest face and a broad chest...?"

He described Wu Bo's appearance in detail, his gaze not only fixed on Tuoba Que, but also on Huang Qin, whose breath was growing weaker.

Tuoba Que, panting, managed a weak smile upon hearing that the man was an honest and unremarkable figure.

"This kind of...mediocre person...you should ask Deng Huan, that sand-dwelling rat...it's most likely...that he died silently at his hands."

"I asked him that before he died."

Li Fudao.

"Then there isn't. I mostly reside in this Golden Pavilion... waiting for those greedy people to come to me... those who can get here... are all renowned figures in the martial arts world... among those I've killed... and those I've absorbed... there is absolutely none of the one you're talking about..."

Tuoba Que's breathing quickened, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. "He...who is he to you?"

"And you?"

Li Fu ignored his question and turned to Huang Qin, who was curled up on the ground with a pale face.

Huang Qin's throat bobbed, filled with fear and hatred towards the mighty Li Fu, unable to utter even a whisper.

Seeing this, Tuoba Que mustered his breath and spoke for her.

"Boy...don't waste your time. My wife kills people from hundreds of feet in the air, without a trace...she never has to meet them."

However… after she kills someone, I go and drink… drink their blood. The person you mentioned… I… I have no recollection of them…”

He lingered for a moment, a complex and unfathomable light flashing in his eyes—regret, doubt, and a sense of absurdity that defied all reason.

"It sounds like you came to the desert to find this person. You... aren't after gold, silver, treasures, and secret martial arts manuals?"

What do you think?

Upon hearing Tuoba Que's words, the Old Man of Fiery Flame couldn't help but spit and curse.

"It's one thing for us to covet the secret manuals, but do you think someone with Li's astonishing martial arts skills would need to covet your manuals?"

With such martial arts skills, what wealth or status could he not obtain?

Suddenly, Huang Qin coughed violently, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

She was already more seriously injured than Tuoba Que, and her skill was far inferior; at this moment, she could no longer hold on.

His body convulsed violently a few times, his eyes quickly became unfocused, and he could only turn his head with difficulty to look at Tuoba Que. His lips moved as if he wanted to call out "husband", but in the end he could not make a sound. His head tilted to the side and he breathed his last.

"Madam, Madam—"

Tuoba Que watched helplessly as Huang Qinxiang perished, letting out a mournful cry as tears of blood streamed down his face.

He struggled to reach out and touch Huang Qin's hand, but he had lost the strength to even lift his arm.

The wicked couple, who had committed numerous evil deeds, now showed a hint of despair.

"Heh...hehe..."

Tuoba Que laughed bitterly, his laughter filled with endless desolation and irony.

"From the very beginning... when I deliberately spread the news to lure people who coveted the treasure of restoring the country to come and feed on my blood to practice my skills, I wondered if there would be experts I couldn't control from the start."

Unexpectedly, everything went smoothly, but when I had mastered martial arts, I caught a vicious dragon, which I couldn't control and ended up in this predicament.

Moreover, you didn't enter the desert for some amazing treasure legend, but to find a missing, ordinary man who doesn't even seem to have entered the desert.

Is it really that fate is not on my side...?

"You brought this all on yourself."

Although they didn't get any news about Wu Bo from Tuoba Que and the other two, it didn't seem like a bad thing, Li Fu said coldly.

"Those who do evil will not live long."

Seeing that his wife was dead and he himself was exhausted, Tuoba Que was utterly despondent. He felt that all his life's plans and ambitions to restore his country had vanished like bubbles, and he said bitterly.

"I, Tuoba Que, as a member of the royal family, failed to restore the glory of my ancestors... my great cause was not accomplished... and I... I died at the hands of you and a bunch of Jianghu people."

"What royalty?"

Before Tuoba Que died, he looked down on Li Fu and other martial arts figures because his ancestors were royalty. Gong Xiaoshang sneered, as if he were a fallen dragon or phoenix being pecked at by an eagle.

"If you are of royal blood from the Great Zhao Dynasty, then it's fine, you would even be worthy of this title."

Your so-called Uji Kingdom was nothing more than a tiny border state in the Western Regions a little over a hundred years ago!

In terms of territory and people, it probably can't even compare to one-tenth or one-twelfth of the Yanzhou Prefecture under our feet!

How dare you presume to call yourself noble here?

"Not bad, not bad." The old man with the blazing fire spoke in a booming voice, "You royal descendant, not to mention that you have been in decline for generations and have become bandits."

You were just some prince from the Uqi Kingdom back then, whose territory still existed. In terms of status and position, you were probably not even as powerful as the son of the prefect of a prefecture in my Great Zhao."

Li Fu also had a cold look in his eyes.

This person is vicious, murderous and bloodsucking, his crimes are heinous, and he acts like a bandit.

He was about to die, clinging to that so-called royal bloodline that had long since turned to dust, indulging in self-pity and pride, feeling that even arguing with it was superfluous.

He simply said, "Ridiculous..."

"You son of a tiny, insignificant state, dare to look down on us citizens of a superior nation?"

The crowd chimed in with their own words, their conversation filled with disdain and mockery of Tuoba Que, a mere descendant of the royal family.

These words, so scathing and cutting, were like knives, piercing the last vestiges of Tuoba Que's self-respect.

"You...you all..."