Lin Yu had absolutely no respect for this utterly worthless ancient martial arts.
Although he knew he had ventured deep into the heart of the ancient martial arts world, isolated and helpless.
Although he knew that on that large ship, there were several other powerful figures whose auras were no less than Murong Wushuang's.
But he was arrogant and determined to teach this ignorant woman, Murong Wushuang, a lesson with this slap!
"You brat!"
Murong Wushuang was furious. As the great-grandmother of the Murong clan, she had never been so disrespected before, and she could no longer tolerate it.
boom!
She spread her arms, and behind her, a giant wave dozens of meters high rose up like a huge curtain.
With a wave of her hand, the curtain-like waves surged forth like a stampede of horses, rushing towards Lin Yu's palm.
Boom!
The sound was deafening.
Splashing waves erupted, the giant screen shattered instantly, and rain poured down from the sky.
However, the large hand only dimmed slightly before continuing to strike Murong Wushuang.
Murong Wushuang's face turned pale. Clutching Murong Qiankun, she turned and flew towards the dragon-headed wooden boat.
"This child is dangerous, brother, save me!"
Unable to win, we had no choice but to call for help.
Lin Yu was not one to tolerate such attacks. His golden palm continued its pursuit, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived above the wooden boat, seemingly intent on smashing Murong Wushuang and his grandson, along with the wooden boat, to pieces!
"well!"
A long sigh came from the wooden boat, and two old men stepped out of the cabin.
boom!
The two attacked simultaneously, unleashing two streams of azure energy that swirled upwards, blocking the golden hand like ghostly hands.
Buzz!
The two energies cancel each other out and rub against each other, producing a piercing sound, like the wailing of ghosts and howls of wolves.
In the end, both were completely exhausted.
call!
Murong Wushuang landed on the deck with Murong Qiankun, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Murong Qiankun stopped pretending and his face turned slightly pale.
Now he's finally realized his true strength. This kid can't even beat his great-grandmother. He must be a mid-level Martial Saint, right?
Lin Yu arrived through the air, coldly staring at the two old men on the deck.
Both were dressed in long robes, one white and one gray. They exuded an eerie aura, clearly indicating they practiced unorthodox methods.
"And who are you two?" Lin Yu asked, standing in mid-air with his hands behind his back.
The gray-robed elder spoke calmly, "My brother and I are known in the martial arts world as the Xuanming Two Venerables! We are currently the retainers of the Long family, one of the four great families in ancient martial arts!"
"So it's the Long family's dog!" Lin Yu's lips curled into a slight smirk.
The gray-robed elder's expression darkened slightly as he said, "Young man, don't be so arrogant. Stop now. The Murong family's strength is limited, but the four upper families are not. Now that the Murong family is paying tribute to the Long family, the Long family will definitely protect the Murong family! We two will not let you harm Murong's sister in the slightest!"
Lin Yu's eyes flickered, and he said, "Two mere low-level Martial Saints, combined, can barely equal one mid-level one. They don't seem qualified to talk to me, do they? It would be more appropriate for your Dragon Clan's patriarch to come!"
"presumptuous!"
The old man in black robes suddenly shouted, "Young man, you are simply ignorant of your own limitations! Even if you are a mid-level Martial Saint, you are still just a mere youth. Even if the head of the Divine Blood Clan came, he wouldn't dare to speak so arrogantly! Do you really think you can challenge the entire Ancient Martial Arts Clan by yourself?!"
"Challenge?" Lin Yu shook his head. "You're overthinking it. I'm not here to challenge you; I'm here to teach you a lesson! Over the years, you've condoned the ancient martial arts relatives of the emperor, challenged the government, and disrupted the economy, causing the people to suffer. Without killing a number of people, it's impossible to apologize to the world!"
"So, there's no room for negotiation?" The gray-robed elder raised an eyebrow, his expression turning grim.
"Arrogant!"
The old man in black robes glared and, without saying a word, attacked Lin Yu first.
As he jumped, his figure vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Lin Yu, a withered claw reaching for Lin Yu's throat.
brush!
At the same time, the gray-robed elder also made his move, appearing almost simultaneously on Lin Yu's other side and grabbing at Lin Yu's eyes.
Seeing this, Murong Wushuang naturally couldn't stand idly by. She leaped onto Lin Yu's head and stomped down on him with her embroidered shoes.
On the yacht in the distance, Murong Heshu couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes upon seeing this scene.
Three martial saints attacked at the same time!
Such a magnificent sight is something you'll probably never see again in your lifetime!
At this moment, the three Martial Saints held nothing back and unleashed their ultimate techniques simultaneously! Who would have thought that they were only targeting a young man?
"Die!"
The three of them shouted in unison, their eyes filled with excitement, but also with a cold smile.
Three saints attacking at the same time—who could withstand that?
This boy is doomed!
However……
The next second, their smiles froze on their faces.
Because his attack didn't really land.
How is that possible?
Despite being surrounded by three people from all sides, this person actually disappeared!
How did it disappear?
Could it be...?
As a saint, his mind works with lightning speed.
Lin Yu did not disappear into thin air.
There is only one possibility: Lin Yu is much faster than them.
They escaped before they could complete the blockade!
Incredible movement technique!
The three were shocked and furious, and immediately stopped what they were doing, preparing to search for Lin Yu's whereabouts.
However, the next second, a huge hand, blotting out the sky, seemed to descend from outer space and arrived on the heads of the three in the blink of an eye.
Ahhhh—
The three were terrified and furious. They punched the air above their heads, but the Tathagata Palm was too terrifying and they couldn't withstand it at all.
With a loud bang!
The three of them were filmed directly into the sea.
The waves rolled and the huge trench looked as if it had been cleaved open by a sharp sword, with a giant curtain tens of meters long stretching to both sides, revealing a deep ravine.
The seabed is clearly visible!
The three stood among the corals, staring at the sky in horror.
They watched helplessly as the giant golden hand pressed down on them.
boom!
They didn't even have a chance to escape before they were swallowed up by the dust!
Whoosh!
Giant waves surged, instantly filling the trench with seawater, and it returned to its original state.
The waves were still waves, the wind was still wind, as if nothing had happened.
Glug!
On the dragon-headed wooden boat drifting in the distance, Murong Qiankun swallowed hard, feeling a dry, itchy sensation.
The muscles in his face were twitching incessantly.
Witnessing this palm strike with my own eyes felt like a dream.
One palm strike wiped out three Martial Saints, two of whom were at the mid-level. Are you scared yet?
Murong Qiankun was indeed a bit arrogant, but not this arrogant.
This slap undoubtedly shattered his lifelong pride!
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