Chapter 1282: 1281: One Strike to Kill, Miss Jing Reappears

Chapter 1282: Chapter 1281: One Strike to Kill, Miss Jing Reappears

“Brother-in-law, Zhaodi, with our relationship, I believe you won’t betray me,” Shu Long chuckled.

“Didn’t you see him just leave in anger?” Wu Zhaodi retorted irritably.

“Your Shu family’s troubles are endless, can’t even have a few peaceful days.”

“Don’t be angry, there’s a good show to watch later,” Shu Long said with a smile.

“What good show?” Xu Zimei asked.

“The disciples of the Sanluan Sect want to spar with our Shu family,” Shu Long replied.

“Oh, then you go up, we’ll cheer for you,” Wu Zhaodi said.

“What match will I play? With my skills, wouldn’t that be a self-inflicted disgrace,” Shu Long quickly said.

“Although it’s sparring, I reckon they don’t want to lose.

Our Shu family will surely have my big brother go up, and then we’ll see him getting beaten.”

“What if your big brother wins?” Xu Zimei countered.

“If he wins, he wins, it’s not like I lose anything,” Shu Long shrugged.

The group looked toward the center of the courtyard, it seemed the Shu family and the Sanluan Sect had already agreed.

The Shu family indeed sent Shu Hu to the field.

While from the Sanluan Sect, there was a man carrying a spear.

“Lin Dong,” the man with the spear directly announced his name.

“Hope Senior Brother Lin shows mercy,” Shu Hu smiled humbly.

“Fight with all your strength, why talk about mercy,” Lin Dong shouted lightly, his spear intent rising to the sky, directly striking forward.

“Then don’t blame me for not showing mercy,” Shu Hu also smiled.

He held a blue-bladed sword three feet long, the blue sword intent like a deep sea of blue, traversing through the void.

“Deep Sea Three Stances,” Shu Hu stood with his sword, the first stance was the Jiao Dragon emerging from the sea.

The sword seemed like a Jiao Dragon itself, soaring to the nine heavens, striking toward Lin Dong.

Lin Dong remained calm, the spear tip rippling layer upon layer, sharp and boundless.

Clashing with the angry sea’s Jiao Dragon, he directly pierced through the dragon’s body.

At that moment, spear and sword faced each other, both men’s gazes also seemed like spears and swords.

“Stab him, stab him,” Shu Long shouted from the side.

“Who do you think will win?” Wu Zhaodi looked at Xu Zimei and asked.

“Whoever isn’t afraid to die will win,” Xu Zimei replied.

In truth, the two men’s strengths were similar, fighting like this would be hard to determine the winner, but only by hardening one’s heart, fighting with the risk of injury and life, can one achieve victory.

Wu Zhaodi watched for a while, also nodding slightly.

The battle between the two had reached a fevered pitch, but Lin Dong brought a tough demeanor.

While Shu Hu seemed reluctant to risk his life, preferring to retreat a step rather than exchange injuries.

So throughout the entire battle, Shu Hu was almost always on the defensive.

“Your big brother is going to lose,” Wu Zhaodi said to the gleeful Shu Long on the side.

Her words had just fallen, and the situation in the field changed, the two figures crossed, Lin Dong surprisingly grasped the three-foot blue-edged sword with one hand.

Ignoring the pain and bleeding, the spear tip fiercely stabbed toward Shu Hu’s forehead.

“Dong’er, stop,” Qi Kuangyin, sipping tea from the side, timely said.

The spear tip was less than a centimeter from the center of Shu Hu’s forehead.

But it still paused.

Lin Dong withdrew his hand, retracting the spear, the hand grasping the sword already bloody.

“It’s just sparring, though swords are blind, one shouldn’t really get injured or killed,” Qi Kuangyin smiled.

“Yes indeed,” Shu Hai agreed with a difficult expression.

Besides, Shu Hu, who just walked through the gates of hell, seemed not yet recovered.

“The people of Shuyang County are only just so,” Lin Dong said lightly.

“Might as well join our Sanluan Sect, that’s where true strength resides.”

“Shuyang County’s young talents are plenty, you’ve dismissed quite a lot,” Shu Hai chuckled softly.

Although he laughed, it gave a sense of a smile that wasn’t genuine.

“If there are, I’d like to challenge them,” Lin Dong replied.

“The Garden Master Gongsun of the Drunken Beauty is also here, there should be many talented disciples of sword dance,” Shu Hai said, directing the focus onto Gongsun Muyu.

Gongsun Muyu, who hadn’t spoken all along, finally smiled seeing everyone’s gazes turn to her: “We’re just a place of entertainment, don’t care about winning or losing.

If the Sanluan Sect wants to inquire, of course, we won’t refuse.”

“Then please instruct me,” Lin Dong directly cupped his hands.

He was eager to showcase himself because he knew the real purpose of the Sect Gate’s visit this time.

“Red, try him,” Gongsun Muyu directly said.

Among the women who came with her to perform the sword dance earlier, one stepped forward.

This woman wore embroidered shoes, a red Hanfu, and had two small braids on her head.

The main issue was the sword she held, a fake sword for sword dance, likely made of wood.

“I can give you time to change a sword,” Lin Dong said.

“Lest it’s said I won unfairly.”

“As long as the speed is fast enough, even a piece of paper can kill, what sword it is doesn’t matter,” the maid replied.

“If you’re confident, then let’s begin,” Lin Dong said.

As soon as he spoke, he felt a chill on his neck, the whole person stunned in place.

He lowered his head, gently brushing his neck, blood trickling out lightly.

Though it only grazed the skin, he understood that if she were serious, his head would have directly fallen.

And he hadn’t even seen when she drew her sword.

After the maid won, she showed no particular pride, instead behaving as though she’d done something trivial.

Then she slowly stepped back.

“I must have made Elder Qi laugh,” Gongsun Muyu smiled softly.

“No, no, it truly opened my eyes,” Qi Kuangyin shook his head and laughed.

“The phrase ‘there’s always a higher heaven, and always someone better’ is indeed true, Dong’er, you lost not unjustly.”

Lin Dong took a deep breath, unwilling but with no grounds to object.

…

The night grew deeper, in a void where almost nothing could be seen.

Miss Jing sat cross-legged on a lotus, her whole body like the crescent moon, enveloped by a bright moonlight.

Standing out especially in this darkness.

“The Evil Demon King is dead,” a voice suddenly sounded from the indeterminate darkness.

Miss Jing slowly opened her eyes, a tremendous pressure erupted.

She asked, “What about him?”

“He died too,” the voice said.

“Just died like that?” Miss Jing seemed unable to believe.

“I’ll investigate further, I don’t quite believe it either,” the voice continued.

Miss Jing was silent for a long time, then asked, “How about the Holy Court?”

“Already conveyed, but the message back is that the Netherworld Realm refused our proposal,” the voice replied.

“Refused? How dare they,” Miss Jing exclaimed in surprise.

“With the Lord of Dead Spirits, what is there to fear?” the voice said.