Provocation! This is blatant provocation.

Yun Qingshu's face had turned a deep purplish-red. All his scheming had been thwarted by Lu Li.

Previously, he had joined forces with Zhao and Yue Qi to try to kill Lu Li, but he just happened to run into Wei Zhuang and didn't know that Cang Wu was actually a Taoist soldier!

Lu Li had no direct evidence to prove that the Mohists were responsible, so he had remained silent. Now, however, the Mohists had plotted this rebellion again. Moreover, they were openly provoking Lu Li, which was intolerable.

You do the first day of the month, I'll do the fifteenth. This treacherous struggle ended in a resounding victory for Lu Li.

Yun Qingshu also fully understood Lu Li's prowess. This person was not all bark and no bite; he was just good at hiding his true strength, which was why there hadn't been much news about him over the past ten years.

Since Lu Li's debate with the hundred schools of thought, he has almost disappeared from the public eye for the past ten years.

Now, their actions are so meticulous and methodical, it's suffocating.

"Brother Lu's wisdom and strategy are unparalleled, I admire you." Yun Qingshu cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, but his eyes concealed a murderous intent.

People from all walks of life were secretly astonished. If all of this was planned by Lu Li, and the steps were all interconnected, it was truly terrifying.

Especially the part about Wang Jian's rescue from afar, which Lu Li had anticipated, made the people of the Hundred Schools feel that a new star was rising.

"Hahaha, that's great! From now on, it will be the world of these young people." The Taoist representative laughed and looked at Lu Li and Yun Qingshu.

Although the Mohists were defeated this time, and utterly defeated, their wisdom still amazed everyone present, showcasing their strength.

Who would have thought that the rebellion of Lao Ai and Cheng Jiao was actually orchestrated by the Mohists?

In fact, Lu Li was unaware that the Mo family was behind it all. It was Chu Yi who discovered the clues, finding that two of Lao Ai's retainers had already reached the strength of a ninth-level martial artist.

But he had never seen these two people before; they appeared out of thin air, which made Lu Li wary.

"I hope we'll have the chance to face each other again in the future! Farewell!"

Yun Qingshu cupped his hands in greeting and was about to leave, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent towards Lu Li. At this moment, Cangwu suddenly made a move, flipping over and blocking his way.

Just as he was about to grab Yun Qingshu, a woman behind him reached out and blocked him.

Cangwu raised an eyebrow; this woman was incredibly strong!

"Hmph, a person envied by the heavens? I'll see what you're capable of!" As soon as the woman finished speaking, she drew her long sword and charged at Cangwu.

Cangwu took a step back, avoiding the woman's attack, and the two became entangled in a fight.

The woman was agile and nimble, her moves fierce and powerful, suggesting she was a martial artist at the peak of the ninth rank. Each of her attacks was accompanied by a whistling sound, as if a blade were slicing through the air, creating gusts of wind.

Cangwu dared not confront him directly and could only dodge. The two fought for a quarter of an hour and were still evenly matched. Lu Li watched the battle from the sidelines, feeling a slight chill in his heart.

This woman was more formidable than he had imagined, and her moves were tricky and impossible to defend against.

In addition, the long sword in her hand was also very strange and unpredictable.

Cangwu kept dodging, sweat beading on his forehead, his face showing signs of exhaustion, clearly indicating that his internal energy was greatly depleted.

In contrast, the woman remained completely at ease, without even taking a breath.

Cangwu was actually suppressed by a woman? This is unprecedented.

Since Cangwu left Wangwu Mountain, he has not encountered any rivals in the past ten years.

Even someone as powerful as Jian Chen was defeated by Cang Wu every time.

Guiguzi, standing behind them, said, "It's a sword slave. I never expected the Mohists to have found a sword slave."

Lu Li looked at Guiguzi with a puzzled expression and asked, "Master, what is a sword slave?"

He realized that he still knew too little about martial arts.

"Knife slave is just a title. Because they worship the knife and spend their lives studying knife skills, they are called knife slaves."

"Although this girl is only at the peak of the ninth rank, her swordsmanship is already superb. Even a minor grandmaster might not be able to suppress her."

Lu Li immediately took a deep breath. Wasn't this similar to Cangwu? Except that Cangwu was a person envied by the heavens, born with immense strength.

"Cangwu is known for his strength, and this little girl is also quite strong, but his swordsmanship is a counter to Cangwu's, which is why he is struggling so much."

Upon hearing this, Lu Li suddenly realized that realm doesn't represent everything; it's just like playing a game.

Attribute advantage! Coincidentally, this sword slave is effective against Cangwu.

The two were still fighting, and Cangwu was retreating step by step, which made him feel furious.

Because of his immense strength, Cangwu had never found a suitable weapon to fight against the skilled swordsman Dao Nu, which hindered him at every turn.

"Hmph, a person envied by the heavens? Nothing special!" The sword slave sneered disdainfully.

Cangwu was immediately enraged and roared as he charged towards the sword slave, intending to use brute force to break the sword slave's sword technique.

The swordsman's eyes were icy cold as he brandished his long sword, enveloping Cangwu like a raging storm.

A muffled thud rang out, and the two men staggered back several steps. After regaining his balance, Cangwu looked at his fist, which bore several wounds.

On the other hand, the knife slave's arm was completely unharmed.

Cangwu's eyes grew increasingly gloomy. If this continued, he would definitely lose!

In a flash, he made a decision, stomped his feet on the ground, and sprang forward, instantly closing in on the knife slave.

Upon seeing this, the swordsman's expression changed, and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand burst forth with a dazzling light.

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