Chapter 50

Shen Lian felt a bit strange. With such a big event happening, the master of the Suzhijia Fort didn't even show up.

Could it be that they were afraid of these bandits and thus hid?

He was puzzled, but then he saw the short-haired monk, whose eyes were squinted as if he were asleep, seemingly indifferent to the commotion.

Li Zhuang, whose thoughts were exposed by the 'Young Master,' was shocked and felt a deep sense of dread towards this 'Young Master.'

His Great Vajra Palm could shatter stone and break thirteen bricks in one strike.

Even if this 'Young Master' were made of iron, he shouldn't be so arrogant after hearing Li Zhuang's reputation.

Moreover, his Golden Bell Cover had reached the sixth level, making him nearly invulnerable to ordinary blades.

If he didn't have these skills, he wouldn't be able to run the Shunfeng Escort Agency.

But if he didn't accept the challenge now, how could he face the world in the future?

However, if he just went up and gave the other party a palm, it wouldn't seem heroic. Besides, if the other party had the nerve to do this, there might be some hidden agenda.

Li Zhuang thought for a moment, then clasped his hands and said, "Fists and feet have no eyes. If I hurt you, how could I bear it? Why don't we spar and meet as friends? If you truly surpass me, I have nothing to say."

He was determined to delay time. If the other party refused, he would have to resort to weapons. The 'Ice Jade' was a treasure requested by the Famous Sword Manor. If he lost this escort, not only would the Shunfeng Escort Agency lose its reputation, but he, Li Zhuang, would also lose the face of the Demon Subduing Temple, which had a thousand-year history.

The 'Young Master' smiled, like a flower blooming, making the hall even brighter.

Li Zhuang couldn't help but be moved, thinking that if this person were a woman, she would be a disaster.

Even in the face of a formidable enemy, he still had such thoughts, showing the 'Young Master's' beauty.

"Enough, what kind of person are you? You don't know when to show respect." The 'Young Master' waved a folding fan, and after smiling, his expression turned cold.

It was like the heat of July turning to the frost of December, his mood changing in an instant.

The folding fan, adorned with gold, was noble and splendid, making the 'Young Master' look even more like a snow-covered statue, as if made of crystal.

Li Zhuang didn't dare to be careless and remained on high alert.

"Go, take care of the others with eyes. I'll play with this Great Vajra Palm." The 'Young Master's' lips curled slightly, his expression cold and stern.

Li Zhuang saw the 'Young Master' suddenly become a series of overlapping shadows, heading straight for him.

He didn't dare to underestimate the 'Young Master,' knowing that just the movement was world-class.

He sank his qi to the dantian, and the powerful force of his Great Vajra Palm, refined over many years, was like a raging sea. He pushed out his palms with all his might.

The force was so strong that even Shen Lian, who was far away, felt his eardrums tighten.

The Great Vajra Palm, though the most powerful and fierce palm technique, was not an external hard skill but an advanced martial art that progressed from the outside to the inside.

When practiced to the extreme, it would not be inferior to the Daoist physical cultivation of subduing the white tiger.

It was both a palm technique and an internal skill.

Combined with the Golden Bell Cover, its power was truly immense.

The overlapping shadows disappeared, and the 'Young Master' was within the range of the palm force.

But the 'Young Master' seemed to be surrounded by ripples, as if there was an invisible water shield around him.

The palm force hit the 'Young Master' but was completely deflected, showing no effect.

Li Zhuang was shocked and said, "Protective aura, how is that possible?" Only then did he realize that the 'Young Master' had the legendary skill of the protective aura, which allowed him to take a palm.

Shen Lian found it strange because his spiritual senses were extraordinary. He felt that the 'Young Master's' protective aura appeared too suddenly, as if it were a mechanism, without any signs of energy consumption.

The green-robed man Yang Xuan had also practiced the protective aura, but even he wouldn't dare to face a barrage of arrows, as the aura consumes a lot of energy.

If the protective aura could run continuously without consuming energy, even facing a thousand soldiers would be as easy as a land god.

Li Zhuang's attack failed, and he tried to dodge and escape.

For those in the escort business, life and death were not a big concern, but the item could not be lost.

He was panicked and disoriented. Seeing the 'Young Master's' lightness, how could he escape?

The 'Young Master' smiled like a child, holding the folding fan, following him like a shadow. Li Zhuang couldn't shake him off.

Li Zhuang tried to escape to the door several times but was blocked by the 'Young Master,' like a cat playing with a mouse.

The shouts of battle reached Li Zhuang's ears. He glanced over and saw his men being slaughtered by the Three Heroes of the Northern Desert.

These three were like demons, tearing off limbs or breaking joints before letting their victims die in agony.

The once clean hall turned into a slaughterhouse.

The short-haired monk remained as if asleep, showing no movement.

When Li Zhuang's eyes turned red with anger, wanting to help, the folding fan appeared silently.

It struck Li Zhuang's head, like a stick breaking a watermelon, revealing a mix of white and red brain matter.

Li Zhuang had practiced the Golden Bell Cover, making him nearly invulnerable to blades, and his head was even harder than other parts of his body. Yet, he couldn't withstand the 'Young Master's' light tap.

This was the power of internal energy. Even grass, wood, bamboo, or stone could become immensely powerful in his hands.

In an instant, the Shunfeng Escort Agency, including Li Zhuang, was completely wiped out.

The air was filled with the stench of blood, making people want to vomit.

The Three Heroes of the Northern Desert were covered in blood, but it was not their own.

The 'Young Master' carefully took a small box from Li Zhuang's body.

The Three Heroes of the Northern Desert approached and said, "Young Master, it's all taken care of."

The 'Young Master' didn't rush to open the box but glanced around the hall, seemingly unaffected by the bloody scene.

He saw Shen Lian and the short-haired monk and said calmly, "I said to kill all those with eyes. Didn't you hear me?"

The Three Heroes of the Northern Desert were usually ruthless and domineering but didn't have the habit of killing innocents.

However, knowing the 'Young Master's' unpredictable nature, they didn't dare to disobey. They looked at Shen Lian and said with a grin, "Kid, you're just unlucky."

If it were ordinary bandits killing good people, Shen Lian might have helped.

But the Shunfeng Escort Agency, the Three Heroes of the Northern Desert, and the 'Young Master' were not ordinary bandits but part of the martial world.

There was no such thing as an innocent in this world. Shen Lian, despite his good intentions, wouldn't waste his efforts here.

He didn't expect that he couldn't stay out of it.

Indeed, once in the martial world, there are grudges and disputes. Even if it doesn't concern you, trouble will come.

He wasn't someone who liked to cause trouble, nor was he someone who feared it.

"Troubling me means you're unlucky," Shen Lian sighed.

The 'Young Master' looked at Shen Lian, his eyes glancing at the short-haired monk, feeling that the monk seemed familiar.

This trip was easy. The Ice Jade wasn't useful to him, but it was useful to Ye Liuyun.

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