Chapter 50: Primordial Great Umbrella In Male Form, Female Appearance
Shopkeeper Li let out a shrill whistle, his voice piercingly clear,
“My water station has water carriers who colluded with Xiang Zhe from Wanlong Pounding House, harming their colleagues and betraying their own, today I have come specifically to cleanse the sect, I hope all of you can bear witness!”
As soon as these words were spoken, the martial artists and martial world folks secretly sizing up this side all had drastic changes in expression, retreating one after another, completely losing any interest in watching the spectacle.
Still bear witness? Don’t let blood splash onto me!
“Hmph, attack!”
Seeing this group of martial world folks fleeing swiftly, no longer in the way.
Shopkeeper Li snorted coldly, waving his large hand, and the water carriers in the courtyard immediately charged forward.
With Lin Shou Zhuo holding the formation, and even this old timer Chen Shun’an lurking in the shadows.
Zhuang Kun and Shopkeeper Xiang were no match for this group of water carriers, and it looked like they were about to be killed on the spot.
“You forced me to do this!!”
In the room, Ah Hua, with nowhere to escape, wailed like a mournful beast, especially upon seeing familiar faces like Sun Xiao and Lin Shou Zhuo, their gazes of contempt and indifference stabbing even more painfully at his self-esteem.
Ah Hua’s face flushed red with shame, he slapped his waist pouch, and his qi and blood surged uncontrollably into that Li Tan Banner.
Instantly, strands of black smoke visible to the naked eye surged out turbulently, wailing ghosts and howling wolves, yin wind raging, even the blazing torches dimming to the size of beans.
“Hm? Something’s off!”
Chen Shun’an frowned, pulling everyone behind him and standing beside Shopkeeper Li.
Everyone present felt a bone-piercing chill, the closer to Ah Hua, the more pronounced the sensation.
Even Lin Shou Zhuo felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his inner fire flickering, strands of chill creeping up from his calves, like pairs of dead hands brushing over his spine, giving him goosebumps all over.
Seeing this, Ah Hua quickly rolled backward, fleeing like a startled sparrow, flipping through the door and window, leaping onto the rooftop in three bounds and two jumps, about to escape.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a gray shadow shot out from the courtyard without warning, striking the wei zhong great tendon behind Ah Hua’s leg.
“Ah!!”
Ah Hua cried out in pain, pitching forward and falling onto the rooftop.
He reached back to grab his leg, a mess of blood, and felt a brand-new gold coin dart gleaming coldly!
“Where do you think you’re going!”
In that moment of delay, Lin Shou Zhuo shook his arms, his qi and blood writhing like dragons and snakes, immediately breaking free of that yin chill, stomping his foot and shooting up like a skyward cannon hammer piercing through the roof beams and tiles.
His eyes filled with ferocity, he grabbed toward Ah Hua!
“Sigh… why be so aggressive.”
A ghostly voice sounded.
Then, an old man appeared on the rooftop, no one knew when.
His face was jade-like, wearing black silk lantern pants, exuding an indescribable air of poise.
On this dark night with no rain or wind, this man was holding a large black umbrella.
The old man thrust the umbrella tip forward, seemingly ordinary, but the stirred-up yin wind chill was pushed aside as if by an invisible giant hand, even the moonlight disrupted, unable to shine through, pitch black and deep.
“Primordial Great Umbrella Yue Ting?”
Lin Shou Zhuo’s expression turned grave.
It was said that after Yue Ting broke through to first-rate, the first he killed was the ‘body thief’.
Free from external distractions of luxury cars, treasures, wine, women, and wealth; internally free from chronic illnesses accumulated over time, internal energy connecting all hundred acupoints throughout the body, always at peak combat readiness, he was the signboard figure of Wanlong Pounding House!
Thus, as the umbrella tip thrust forward now, Lin Shou Zhuo felt a fatal crisis enveloping him, his temples throbbing like drums, yet he could only watch wide-eyed as the umbrella tip stabbed toward his heart.
“Brother Yue, no need to flare up like that…”
Suddenly, a light and bell-like woman’s voice rang from the side.
With a ding-dong, sparks flew from the umbrella tip.
A white and tender finger lightly flicked, sending the black umbrella flying.
A fragrant breeze hit the face, a figure with three thousand black strands coiled at the back of her head, pierced through with a snake-head hairpin, a beautiful face, bare feet and smiling, looking toward Yue Ting.
This person had a dense seductive charm between her furrowed brows, captivating the heart, plus that water-like figure and crystalline skin, she was utterly a temptress.
But her throat was slightly prominent, clearly a female form.
Yue Ting’s face was coldly stern, without a word, he struck out with a palm.
Seeing this, the person let out a soft sorrowful sigh, waving her sleeve to send Lin Shou Zhuo flying far away, shaking her hand and countering with a palm as well.
Boom rumble!!
Thunder rose from flat ground.
In the instant their palms clashed, two streams of qi and blood entangled and collided, whipping up a gale that exploded within inches.
Roof tiles flew off piece by piece, house pillars snapped with a boom, the brick ground cracked in a spiderweb pattern.
The water carriers in the courtyard all retreated.
Dust rose, grit flew horizontally, the group of water carriers stared wide-eyed at the pounding house directly leveled to the ground, both shocked and terrified.
Even Chen Shun’an was startled.
First-rate martial artists were actually this powerful?
He couldn’t help but retreat a few more steps.
Yue Ting looked down, a drop of bright red blood slid from his palm, a clear needle mark appearing in the center.
Yue Ting’s face darkened: “Zhou Qing, you are despicable!”
Zhou Qing meticulously removed the silver needle from her fingertip, lightly flicked her fair hand twice, then inserted it back into her cloud-like hair, covering her mouth with a light laugh,
“What an old guy… everything’s open for business these days, who clashes head-on with raw palm power? Did you stuff your brain with a gold-rimmed chamber pot?”
Yue Ting’s expression froze in shock, mouth agape, not skilled in verbal sparring, he seemed not to have expected Zhou Qing’s aggression to be so fierce.
And in a corner of the rubble, a wretched figure shoved aside the bricks and tiles on him.
Ah Hua clutched the Li Tan Banner tightly in his hand, glancing far at Zhou Qing and the others, wanting to slip away quietly.
“Ah Hua, your dad is dead.”
Suddenly, a voice rang out unexpectedly from among the group of water carriers.
Echoing under the night sky, extremely clear.
Ah Hua froze, his feet rooted like clay sculptures.
Many on the water station side looked at each other, then turned to see which colleague was so skilled at psychological attacks.
First a hidden dart wounded Ah Hua.
Then ripping open old wounds, insulting his elders.
The water station really is full of talent!
Chen Shun’an also showed a surprised look, scanning around, shifting position, seemingly wanting to know which colleague did it.
The crowd searched fruitlessly, then turned back toward the rubble.
Ah Hua didn’t believe this at all, and just kept walking with his head down.
But another voice sounded,
“Killed by Zhuang Kun, look at that altar suppressing wood in his arms, doesn’t it look like yours?”
Ah Hua whipped his head back.
Then he saw a figure also crawling out from the rubble.
Zhuang Kun’s face still showed lingering shock, subconsciously touching his chest.
The purple skin gourd was pierced by sharp wood splinters, the golden head overlord vanished without a trace, nowhere to be found.
The altar suppressing wood had perfectly blocked this fatal splinter, intact all over, not even a bit of the black lacquer chipped.
At this moment under the night, it was very conspicuous!
Zhuang Kun, who had just escaped death, hadn’t even had time to secretly rejoice.
A wave of murderous intent assaulted him.
He looked up and saw Ah Hua’s face with bloodshot eyes and a savage expression,
“You killed my dad?”
Zhuang Kun showed panic: “No no, this thing I picked up…”
Bang!
Ah Hua smashed a fist into Zhuang Kun’s nose bridge, the crack of bone mixing with a muffled grunt.
Zhuang Kun staggered back, then suddenly reacted with ferocity, immediately grappling and fighting with Ah Hua.
Wails, roars, the tearing sounds of flesh and blood, all mixed together.
But soon, all sounds ceased.
