Chapter 36 Lu Changsheng Appears, The Death of Ghostface!

On the icy surface, Liu Hongluan’s steps were heavy as she carried Long Fei over such a long distance, depleting her strength.

With a "thud," Liu Hongluan fell down, and Long Fei, along with her, crashed onto the ice.

Liu Hongluan immediately panicked, cradling Long Fei’s head, "Fei-ge, are you alright? We’re already deep in the ice mountains of Wushan, Master Lu is probably here. Wake up, quickly..."

However, no matter how loudly Liu Hongluan called, there was no sign of Long Fei waking up.

Furthermore, Long Fei felt icy cold all over, his complexion as pale as paper.

Though he was not dead yet, any further delay, and he’d be close to death.

On the icy surface, the figure of "Ghostface" appeared.

He didn’t seem in a hurry but walked steadily toward Liu Hongluan.

He glanced around at the surroundings; snowflakes were still falling from the sky. He reached out his hand, catching some cold snowflakes in his palm.

"Ghostface" sighed, "You’ve been running all the way deep into Wushan, thinking someone here can save you, right?"

"Where is he?"

Liu Hongluan clenched her teeth, holding Long Fei’s head tightly, trying to warm him.

But she didn’t say a word, just glaring fiercely at "Ghostface."

"You’re not talking?"

"It doesn’t matter. You’ve come all the way here, and you can’t run anymore. If the person you’re looking for isn’t here, then I won’t keep you."

"Ghostface" continued to move forward step by step.

Dark weapons appeared in his hand, and with a light throw, he could kill Liu Hongluan and Long Fei.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven steps, six steps, five steps...

At this moment, "Ghostface" was just five steps away from Liu Hongluan and Long Fei.

Suddenly, "Ghostface" stopped, as if waiting for something.

The wind continued to howl, and snowflakes drifted in the sky.

Liu Hongluan began to feel the cold, shivering all over.

After a long wait, "Ghostface" sighed softly, "It seems there really is no one here."

"You went to great lengths to get here, but no one came to save you."

"If that’s the case, I’ll send you on your way."

The next moment, "Ghostface" raised the dark weapons in his hand.

Liu Hongluan held Long Fei tightly, waiting for death to come.

Whoosh...

The strong wind continued to blow.

However, despite waiting for a long time, death didn’t come.

Liu Hongluan opened her eyes and looked at "Ghostface."

"Ghostface" was still standing in the same spot, with dark weapons in hand, but the direction of his dark weapons had shifted elsewhere.

Even "Ghostface’s" gaze passed over Liu Hongluan and Long Fei, looking behind them.

Liu Hongluan suddenly turned her head.

Instantly, she trembled all over, not from the cold, but from excitement.

She saw a familiar figure approaching step by step.

"Master Lu..."

Liu Hongluan was very excited. She had ventured deep into Wushan carrying Long Fei on her back just to find Lu Changsheng.

Naturally, Lu Changsheng saw Liu Hongluan and Long Fei.

However, Long Fei looked in a terrible condition.

But Lu Changsheng’s gaze was fixed on "Ghostface."

"Did you injure Long Fei?"

"Yes, I injured him."

"You hurt Long Fei but didn’t kill him, was it to lure me out?"

"Ghostface" nodded, "If you killed Shen Lun, then, indeed, I was looking for you."

Lu Changsheng fell silent, as it was true that he had killed Shen Lun.

At this moment, Liu Hongluan reminded him, "Master Lu, he is ’Ghostface,’ Shen Lun’s backer. Fei-ge once said that below the Divine Power Realm, ’Ghostface’ is one of the top martial artists. You must be careful."

Lu Changsheng nodded, but his face remained calm. He said calmly, "It seems Long Fei had a high opinion of you."

"Long Fei is quite remarkable. If I hadn’t intervened personally, he would be beyond the reach of anyone below the Divine Power Realm."

"That idiot Shen Lun, although not very strong, wouldn’t be able to kill a wounded Long Fei. You being able to do it shows your strength."

"Ghostface" looked down upon Lu Changsheng, as if from a high vantage point.

Lu Changsheng slowly gripped the short sword in his hand. In a calm tone, he said, "Once known as the top martial artist below the Divine Power Realm, I’ve also killed one."

"Who knows, are you stronger than him?"

"Ghostface" raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Not just anyone can call themselves the top martial artist below the Divine Power Realm."

"Is that so?"

Lu Changsheng suddenly smiled, "By the way, he also had a nickname in the martial world, ’Dragoon King.’ Do you know him?"

"What, ’Dragoon King’ Li Ji?"

"Ghostface’s" expression changed instantly.

He even found it absurd.

How could the "Dragoon King" Li Ji, who was known far and wide, be killed by an unknown martial artist like the one in front of him?

But, just as his expression changed, and he began to hesitate, Lu Changsheng made his move.

He had been waiting for this moment!

Even the top organ refining martial artist like "Ghostface" was facing him.

Swish!

The short sword in Lu Changsheng’s hand was drawn in an instant.

His perfected Instant Kill Technique had become almost instinctual.

At the moment the sword was unsheathed, Lu Changsheng covered a distance of several meters in an instant, appearing right in front of "Ghostface."

At this moment, "Ghostface" had only one feeling.

Danger!

Very dangerous!

Lu Changsheng’s speed was so fast that even he couldn’t see it clearly.

A sense of impending danger arose in his heart.

Almost without thinking, "Ghostface" immediately raised his hand and released a barrage of dark weapons.

"Ghostface" was a master of using dark weapons.

And his accuracy was almost unparalleled, rarely missing a target.

At this moment, "Ghostface" unleashed a volley of dark weapons that covered the sky, like a massive net enveloping Lu Changsheng.

These densely packed dark weapons were practically indiscriminate attacks, making it nearly impossible to evade them.

However, Lu Changsheng didn’t even think about it; he raised the short sword in his hand.

Clang, clang, clang.

Lu Changsheng’s short sword turned into a flurry of sword flowers.

Countless sword strikes formed a screen of light that could repel the incoming dark weapons.

The dark weapons hit the screen of sword flowers but couldn’t penetrate Lu Changsheng’s short sword.

Dark weapons fell to the ground one after another.

However, "Ghostface" made a move.

In the moment he unleashed a barrage of dark weapons, "Ghostface" didn’t retreat; instead, he moved forward, wielding a short sword as well.

Hidden by the falling snowflakes, he seemed to approach silently and swiftly, appearing in front of Lu Changsheng in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh.

The sword was thrust out.

Fast!

"Ghostface’s" sword was incredibly fast, even faster than Shen Lun’s sword from earlier.

People in the martial world knew that "Ghostface" was incredibly skilled with dark weapons, and when he used them, he rarely missed.

But very few knew that "Ghostface’s" swordsmanship was even more terrifying.

His sword wouldn’t leave its sheath unless it was a matter of life and death.

Anyone who had seen him draw his sword had almost always died.

The short sword was now just an inch away from Lu Changsheng.

In this situation, only martial artists at or above the Divine Power Realm could hope to block it.

Lu Changsheng couldn’t block it, even though he had undergone blood replacement and had cultivated the Jade Bone technique.

His physical attributes had improved significantly, almost like a rebirth.

But he still wasn’t at the Divine Power Realm.

His body was still flesh and blood, and against blade attacks, he wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

At this moment, Liu Hongluan gasped, her face showing a hint of fear.

"Ghostface" wore a smile on his face.

It was all over!

No matter who it was, when his sword was drawn, the other party was sure to die.

But Lu Changsheng’s expression remained unchanged from start to finish.

Even "Ghostface" seemed to see a trace of mockery in Lu Changsheng’s eyes.

But, when he was on the brink of death, why would he dare to mock him?

What right did Lu Changsheng have to mock him?

The next moment, "Ghostface" understood the reason.

Ching.

A flash of white light, brief and fleeting.

Lu Changsheng stood still, as if he had merely shifted his stance slightly.

But "Ghostface’s" sword had stopped just an inch away from Lu Changsheng.

This tiny distance was like an insurmountable chasm; "Ghostface" couldn’t cross it.

"This isn’t swordsmanship..."

"Ghostface" began to speak, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Just the ability to kill is enough; what does it matter if it’s swordsmanship?"

In Lu Changsheng’s left hand, he held a dagger, though he didn’t remember when he had grabbed it.

The brief flash of white light was the reflection of the dagger.

Right now, the dagger had traces of blood on it, dripping onto the ground.

A "thud."

"Ghostface" fell to the ground.

There was a fine bloodstain on his neck, and he didn’t know when it had appeared.

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