Shrouded in fog, Hai Dakuo sat in the house wearing a coat, holding an iron lotus seed and observing.

The iron chain is the size of a peanut, oval in shape, and covered with pits and grooves for flint to be embedded.

"These secretly crafted wrathful lotus seeds will explode inside the body once they hit the target. Even a martial artist who has perfected the essence-locking technique will not be able to withstand a single blow."

Hai Dakuo's eyes showed satisfaction as he carefully put the iron lotus seeds into the box.

This was specially prepared by him for the Five Elders Qingxinzhai.

Last time, he held Huamu's family hostage and threatened Wen Shoufei to give up the car dealership and hand it over to Wulao Qingxinming.

However, he never expected that Wen Shoufei's strength was still as strong as before. Not only did he fail to succeed, but he also suffered heavy casualties. The only child in his family was killed by a "Yaksha" whose identity has not been investigated yet.

The hatred for killing his son is irreconcilable! Afterwards, he fled far away from home, even running to another county and hiding for half a year.

This time,

When Wen Shoufei went to the Great Wilderness Mountain, he secretly got the news and sneaked back.

He must avenge his previous humiliation! He had sent someone to deliver a letter of challenge three days ago, saying that he would go to Wulao Qingxinzhai to challenge the master the next day.

By then, if a few martial artists are killed by mistake, it will only be an accident...

"What a pity! I heard that Wen Shoufei's disciple, Li Qinglin, was thrown into prison. This time, it was a blessing in disguise, and he escaped..."

Hai Dakuo had a cold expression on his face.

"Master!"

Outside the house, a martial artist from the sect came over quickly and said,

"Mao Ke is here to see you."

Mao Ke?

Hai Dakuo was a little confused when he heard this.

Mao Ke is also a martial arts master who cultivates the spirit. He is a veteran in the outer city. Many martial artists have benefited from him, so he has a great reputation. All martial artists in the world have to give him face.

Could it be... that he is here to act as a lobbyist? Hai Dakuo suddenly understood something and his eyes darkened.

"Please!" Hai Dakuo said.

A moment later, an old man with gray hair, a fat body and cloudy eyes walked in.

Hai Dakuo stood up to greet him, "Mr. Mao, I wonder what brings you here so late at night?"

A maid served hot tea and then left.

Mao Ke picked up the tea, took a sip, and then said with a smile,

"I heard that Lord Haimen has returned to the city, so I came to visit him."

Upon hearing this, Hai Dakuo let out a sigh and said slowly, "Really? Why do I feel that Mr. Mao came here today to persuade Hai?"

Mao Ke was stunned for a moment, put down the tea bowl, and then sighed,

"Master Haimen, now is a time of trouble. The immortal on the Great Wilderness Mountain uses warriors like us as chess pieces. We should unite and make plans together.

Let’s talk about the grudge between you and Wen Shoufei someday when Wen Shoufei returns to the city.

The disaster will not affect my family, nor will it affect my disciples..."

Hai Dakuo was silent for a moment after hearing this, then suddenly laughed and said,

"Mr. Mao is absolutely right. I really did not care about the overall situation."

Mao Ke nodded with satisfaction, and the two chatted for a while reminiscing about the past.

Mao Ke then slowly stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, mixed with a hint of chill.

Seeing this, Hai Dakuo took out his coat and hurriedly caught up.

"Take care, Mr. Mao. I will see you off personally."

As soon as Hai Dakuo's voice came out, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot like an arrow shot from a bow.

Qi and blood mixed together, and a turbulent airflow rushed towards Mao Ke's vest.

"How dare you?!"

Mao Ke reacted a little slowly and turned around hastily to strike out with his palm.

Snap!

The cold lights crossed like silver scissors, carrying a chilling aura.

Hai Dakuo's eyes were cold and he rushed into Mao Ke's arms.

At the same time, a majestic divine will emerged, like a needle piercing into Mao Ke's mind.

"He Guan? Have you developed the He Guan intention?"

Mao Ke screamed in horror, his brain going into a trance for a moment.

Then there was a crackling sound of bones snapping.

Hai Dakuo simply removed all the bones from Mao Ke's body, blocked his meridians and blood circulation, and threw him back onto the chair like a dead fish.

"It's still a little short, but it will be soon. This month I will be able to enter his temple."

Hai Dakuo's face was full of smiles.

Mao Ke's lower jaw was also removed, so he couldn't speak at the moment and could only stare at Hai Dakuo with anger on his face.

"Mr. Mao, please rest in my humble abode for the time being. After I challenge you, I will come and apologize and bring you a valuable gift to seek forgiveness."

Hai Dakuo cupped his hands and said jokingly.

As he was speaking, his nose twitched and he smelled a faint strange odor.

"Is this... poisonous?!"

Hai Dakuo's face changed drastically, but just as he reacted, he felt his body suddenly become limp and weak, breathing became difficult, and his blood and qi were running wildly in his body like a scattered snake.

Plop! His body swayed and then suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"You old dog! You actually poisoned me! You will die a horrible death!"

Hai Dakuo's face was filled with resentment and unwillingness, and he stared at Mao Ke with anger.

But the next moment, he was shocked to find that Mao Ke was also poisoned, with spider-red spots appearing on his face, which was horrifying.

Then he slowly raised his head.

Then, behind Mao Ke, a figure wearing night clothes, with his entire body wrapped in the clothes and even his eyes covered by pieces of armor, came towards him step by step.

Li Qinglin was very satisfied. It was worth his several days of waiting here, hiding during the day and moving out at night, and even watched Hai Dakuo send people to Wulao Qingxinzhai to issue a declaration of war.

Finally I have waited for this opportunity today.

"Who are you..."

Hai Dakuo struggled to get up, but Madam Hua was a monster in the middle stage of Qi training, and the venom of her sting was so terrible that even a warrior who was conserving his spirit could not withstand it.

Swish! Swish! Li Qinglin's black figure flashed across the room like a flash of cold lightning, and a big head flew up into the sky, with blood splattering all over the place.

Mao Ke only felt a residual shadow passing by in front of his eyes, and Hai Dakuo's head and body were separated. He was so scared that his soul was scattered and he kept whimpering in his throat.

However, the next moment, he felt a huge force coming, and he was thrown out of the house and rolled onto the street.

Then, a raging fire suddenly rose up in the Hai family's house, filled with smoke, and the flames raged like wild beasts, engulfing the entire house.

Inside the courtyard, the screams and cries of fear suddenly stopped.

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Within a few breaths, the entire Gao Mansion fell into unspeakable silence.

Only the smell of blood gradually spread, becoming stronger in the flames.

Across the street.

Mao Ke regained some strength and looked at this scene with his body trembling and his eyes filled with fear. The afterimage seemed to be reflected in his pupils.

…

"Zhang'er, the museum is dangerous, why don't you go there? At worst, we can change the county and move to another place."

Pei Zhang stood there, silent for a long time.

In front of him, Pei's father was skinny and hunched, leaning on a cane, with a hint of pleading in his cloudy eyes.

"Dad, if it weren't for Master, I, Pei Zhang, would have died long ago."

Pei Zhang's voice trembled a little.

He has no wife and only has his old father at home.

Pei's father gave birth to him, and Wen Shoufei also taught him.

He knelt down slowly and kowtowed three times with his head touching the ground until his forehead turned black and blue, then he stood up.

"Since Master Wen has left, the gym is in trouble. As the gym's eldest senior brother, I will naturally... never give up!"

Pei Zhang suddenly turned around and walked away, leading the horse.

Passing by a small courtyard, we could hear the crying of young girls.

He hesitated, as if waiting for someone.

A moment later, Xiao Changyi's fat figure squeezed out of the door frame.

Behind the door, his five or six wives and concubines were crying and hugging each other.

"You have a beautiful woman at home, would you be willing to give her up?" Pei Zhang chuckled.

Xiao Changyi closed the door, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Of course I don't want to. But you know Master's temper. If he knew that I, Old Xiao, was running away from the battlefield and didn't fight, he wouldn't have enough flesh to peel off after I come back."

Pei Zhang laughed and shook his head, then he jumped on his horse, raised the whip in his hand, and the sound of horse hooves rang out like thunder.

The two of them rushed towards Wulao Qingxinzhai at lightning speed.

When they arrived at the gym, they saw that Huamu had already arrived. He was sitting alone on the stairs of the gym, holding a sword.

Students on both sides took a detour.

His body, which was only half a person's height, cast a huge shadow under the gradually brightening sunlight, swallowing up all the stone lions in front of the door.

"You two are so hesitant, are you afraid?"

Hua Mu watched the two men dismount from their horses and smacked his lips helplessly.

Xiao Changyi's fat was splashing up and down like layers of water.

He looked at the flower curtain strangely and said,

"You always come the latest, why are you here so early today?"

Huamu said unhappily,

"What can I do? My grandchildren are all useless. They are used to squandering their food, clothing and daily expenses. They all depend on me, and I depend on the dojo. If the dojo goes bankrupt, what will happen?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Zhang and Xiao Changyi patted Hua Mu's shoulders.

Time passed and the sky brightened.

Three men stood on the stairs of the gym, holding weapons in their hands. They looked murderous and had fierce eyes, as if they were waiting for someone.

But as the sun went up high and it was almost noon, the time agreed upon by Luoshamen for the challenge had completely passed.

Not to mention the vastness of the sea, not even a single Rakshasa Sect martial artist was seen.

"What's going on?"

The three of them looked at each other.

Then, across the street, an old man with gray hair and a fat body limped over.

Mao Ke shouted, "Don't wait, don't wait! Hai Dakuo is dead! There was a fire in his house, leaving no one alive, and several of his core disciples also died suddenly.

Rakshasa Sect, disbanded!"

"???"*3 ……

"In such a huge Rakshasa sect, only this book "Rakshasa Shining Divine Power" is barely worthy of attention."

Back in prison, Li Qinglin looked at the thin martial arts secret book in his hand and sighed.

As his strength and status increased, ordinary gold, silver and treasures in the secular world gradually lost their use to Li Qinglin.

"Rakshasa Divine Power" is the treasure of Rakshasa Sect, but for Li Qinglin, it is just a "leisure book" that he uses to draw inferences from one instance to another and verify what he has learned.

After all, it must be said that the martial arts secrets such as Wu Lao Qing Xin Ming, which are exploring and creating the third realm of martial arts, are all unique "Tao", and their intentions and power are far beyond the ordinary middle-level martial arts.

"The world is so vast, but there is no superior martial arts. Master Wen's theory of controlling qi represents his way, but what about my martial arts way..."

Li Qinglin fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)