586. Saving the people!

His eyes were undisguised, and his voice was filled with cruelty and arrogance, as if he could already see the scene of the two being easily subdued by him.

Sister Lian and Brother Ming were so frightened by his sudden action that their faces turned pale.

The brother gripped Lian's hand tightly, a resolute yet heartbreaking glint in his eyes. He whispered, "Lian, don't be afraid. I'll handle him. You go first. Quickly!"

Seeing the hesitation in Lian's eyes, Ming grabbed Lian's hand and pulled her behind him, picking up a broken piece of osmanthus branch about the thickness of a fist.

He whispered urgently, "Quick, go, go!"

Butler Fu gave a slight, disdainful sneer.

He said with a soft, sarcastic tone, "You truly know nothing of power, nothing of cultivation. How could you possibly challenge my level? What do you think I relied on to become a steward?"

At this moment, he was smug and his sense of superiority was evident on his face.

Looking at the stick made from a piece of osmanthus branch in Ming's hand, he chuckled contemptuously to himself.

Without dodging or avoiding, Butler Fu brandished his long stick and fiercely struck Ming-gege down on his head and face. The wind whipped up by the stick whistled through the air.

Brother Ming had no time to dodge, so he gritted his teeth and swung the osmanthus branch in his hand to fight back against the attack.

With a loud bang, the long stick slammed down on the osmanthus branch, breaking it instantly.

Ming was immediately struck by the stick and flew three steps away, lying on the ground. His arm felt as if it were broken, and then he felt a sharp pain spread throughout his body.

Butler Fu gave a mocking smile and said, "I held back, otherwise I would have smashed your brains to pieces with that blow."

He threatened Lian, "Little beauty, come with me obediently, or I'll smash his head open with this stick."

In that instant, the surroundings seemed completely silent. Ming and Lian's eyes met, filled with determination and unwavering resolve.

In the face of life and death, they chose to die together.

Lianmei tightly protected Minggege, her eyes resolute as she faced death.

Seeing the two men's resolute gazes, Butler Fu's anger flared even more intensely.

Roaring, he swung his long staff and attacked the two men fiercely, but his target was only one of them.

Ming was in excruciating pain all over his body and felt weak, unable to muster any strength at all.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness and despair washed over me; my body felt completely drained, and I couldn't even muster the strength to grab a weapon.

Lying on the ground, watching helplessly as Butler Fu's fierce figure approached and his long stick came crashing down on him, an indescribable sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

He felt guilty for not being able to protect Lian, and guilty for putting her in such great danger.

The pain and weakness in his body rendered him unable to move; he could only close his eyes and await death.

She said softly, "I'm sorry!"

Seeing the long stick coming at him, with no way to avoid it or dodge it, he realized that he was ultimately too weak to do anything about it.

They cannot defeat these behemoths, those who are above ordinary people.

Time seemed to stand still, as if space itself had frozen, unable to bear witnessing this cruel scene.

Suddenly, in an instant, a dazzling light shot out from a distance, heading straight for Butler Fu.

As if a star had fallen, a dazzling light pierced the silent, deathly still air.

The magnificent blade light contained astonishing power, as fast as lightning, as accurate as an arrow, and as ruthless as a beast pouncing on its prey.

Butler Fu was completely focused, playing cat and mouse with Ming-gege and Lian-meimei, his eyes filled with cruel satisfaction and twisted emotions.

Completely unprepared for the sudden blade of light, by the time he sensed the light heading towards him, he was already unable to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the light approached.

No! Don't!

An unprecedented fear surged through Butler Fu's heart. He instinctively wanted to escape, but his body was as if nailed to the ground, unable to move.

The sword's edge was so sharp that the sword energy it emitted resembled a rainbow.

The sword energy was so strong, and its sharp whistling was like the first crowing of a rooster at dawn, piercing and shocking, that it instantly severed Butler Fu's head.

The head, rising straight up, was three feet tall.

Instantly, blood spurted out like a pillar of blood.

Blood splattered everywhere, like raindrops falling.

Butler Fu's body trembled violently, and then he slowly collapsed like a soulless shell.

The head hit the ground and rolled around, its eyes still filled with disbelief and fear.

Gu Shanqing, having just heard of the human tragedy, felt a pang of pity and delayed for a moment.

One stab ended Butler Fu's life.

The dazzling light faded, and Gu Shanqing had already sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

I didn't glance at Butler Fu again; I couldn't waste too much time on this.

Gu Shanqing quickened his pace, and along the way, he dealt with any knife-wielding thugs he encountered with a single blow, showing no mercy whatsoever.

His eyes were fixed on the sky!

It's almost dawn!

Ren Pingsheng waited quietly for a moment. The damaged door was covered in bloodstains.

At this moment, he felt little emotional. The Battle of Hezhou made him realize that these powerful families did not take their clansmen as seriously as he had imagined.

Unless it's a weak opponent, there's no reason, or even any reason needed.

When they come across something good or a good deal, as long as they can make money, they'll snatch it away if it doesn't come to them willingly.

So simple, so incredibly quick.

He thought to himself, 'Yansha Prefecture is indeed too remote.'

The surroundings were deathly silent, as if it were a place where no living being could approach. Suddenly, a figure slowly walked out.

It was as if it had been waiting there until the battle was over.

Observation, contemplation, consideration, or perhaps just emerging from seclusion.

He wore a dark-colored Taoist robe from the Fire Spirit Sect, with an ancient and simple style. He also wore a white jade crown, which shimmered with a warm luster under the moonlight, adding to his noble and extraordinary air.

His face was unusually young, almost like a teenager, but his deep eyes seemed to have weathered countless storms, bearing the scars of time and a seasoned wisdom.

Her skin was as delicate as a woman's, almost transparent, yet it exuded an undeniable resilience. Between her brows was a detached and serene air, as if she were completely out of step with the mundane world.

He doesn't seem like a truly wicked person at all.

Perhaps the Huo family's affairs really have nothing to do with him.

He slowly walked to the body of Steward Fu, his gaze calmly sweeping over the Huo family head, who was now in two halves.

His eyes were completely unmoved, as if matters of life and death were nothing more than fleeting clouds in his eyes.

With a gentle wave of his hand, he tossed the two halves of the object on the ground outside the yard like trash.

His eyes carefully examined Ren Pingsheng in front of him, and seemed to be observing the sounds of continuous fighting in the distance.

Ren Pingsheng did not experience much fluctuation.

Ren Pingsheng asked softly, "Are you the Huo family's ancestor, Huo Lieyang?"

I never expected you to be so young, it's quite a surprise.

However, if Taoism is supposed to save all living beings, why are you surrounded by evil spirits?

It's rare that you're not afraid to go down and feel ashamed before your Taoist predecessors.

Doubts and disappointment abound; the Fire Spirit Cult seems to have disappointed many.