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In the forest, Lu Qing was relentlessly pursuing the White-clothed Young Man.

"Sir, as a powerful Martial Artist of the Internal Organ Realm, why run away without a fight, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

Lu Qing called out loudly at the White-clothed Young Man not far away.

Anger and shock filled the White-clothed Young Man when he saw Lu Qing chasing after him.

What infuriated him was this insignificant little Muscle Bone Realm kid daring to mock him so brazenly, treating him with utter disregard.

What shocked him was that Lu Qing dared to chase after him so recklessly, which suggested he had some backup, likely meaning that the person who had killed Lao San and Lao Qi the other day was nearby.

With this thought, even though the White-clothed Young Man was annoyed and longed to turn around and capture Lu Qing at once,

his pace quickened even more.

Being usually cautious and prudent, he had already resolved to report back to his master and call over the elder disciple.

Despite the jealousy he held toward the elder disciple, the White-clothed Young Man had to admit that in terms of strength, his elder brother was far superior. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire

Being at the perfection of the Internal Organ Realm, having reached the limit of the Postnatal Realm, without an Innate standing in their way, they were the mightiest of Martial Artists.

As long as the elder disciple took action, he no longer needed to fear the hidden master.

Then, crushing Lu Qing, a minor Muscle Bone Realm Martial Artist, would be as easy as flipping his hand!

Seeing the White-clothed Young Man unperturbed and escaping even faster,

Lu Qing heaved a sigh inwardly, realizing that provocation wasn't going to stop his enemy.

He had recently experienced a surge in his realm and wanted to test his current strength to see if he could exchange a few moves with an Internal Organ Realm opponent.

To his disappointment, the White-clothed Young Man was too cautious and didn't offer any openings.

Seeing the White-clothed Young Man on the verge of escaping his line of sight, Lu Qing had no choice but to shout, "Little Li, block him!"

As the words left his mouth, the White-clothed Young Man suddenly felt an immensely frightening sense of crisis assailing the posterior of his heart, chilling his back.

"How can it be?!"

The White-clothed Young Man was greatly alarmed.

Lu Qing should still be more than twenty yards away; how could he be at his back so swiftly?

Feeling the bone-chilling coldness behind him, and in an urgent situation, the White-clothed Young Man could only stab backward with the Jade Fan in his hands.

Hisss!

The White-clothed Young Man's move, piercing the air, was loaded with power, but in the next moment, he felt a lightness in his hand.

His Jade Fan, made of the hard Cold Jade and comparable to fine steel, was cleanly severed in an instant!

And at the same time, a sharp pain struck his hand. Had he not retracted it rapidly, he might have lost his wrist as well.

What?!

The White-clothed Young Man was internally reeling.

He abruptly stopped and hid behind a large tree that could be encircled by one person, looking back.

But what he saw caused his pupils to contract drastically once more.

Behind him was utterly empty; there was no one there.

The closest person to him, Lu Qing, was still over ten yards away, rushing towards him.

What had just attacked him?

In an instant, looking at the Jade Fan broken into several pieces on the ground and the deeply visible bone wounds on the back of his hand, the White-clothed Young Man's heart weighed heavily.

The unknown was the most terrifying.

He couldn't imagine what kind of attack could half-cripple one of his hands in an instant.

But he knew that it must be related to Lu Qing.

For it was right after Lu Qing's shout that he had suffered the attack.

"Face my blade!"

The White-clothed Young Man was cautious of his surroundings, but Lu Qing disregarded his shock.

Upon seeing Little Li halt the man, Lu Qing, who had been rushing over, did not slow down. His War Saber drawn from its sheath, he used his momentum to strike down with unstoppable force.

That might, it looked as if he meant to cleave both the White-clothed Young Man and the tree into two with a single blow!

This Saber Technique!

Feeling the might of Lu Qing's strike, the White-clothed Young Man couldn't help his eyelids twitching.

In this move, he, too, sensed danger.

A careless response might leave him seriously wounded, even with his own strong capabilities.

That a mere Muscle Bone Realm youngster could exhibit such Saber Technique; who exactly was this kid?

Although the White-clothed Young Man was astonished, his reaction was not a bit slow. With a will, he controlled his injured right hand to stop the bleeding.

The left hand swept across his waist, and a silvery flash, like a venomous snake, shot out, aiming straight for Lu Qing's throat.

At this point, the White-clothed Young Man could no longer afford to ponder what had attacked him; he had to take down Lu Qing as swiftly as possible to make the mysterious entity hesitate from acting in hopes of gaining a chance to break away.

"A Soft Sword?"

Lu Qing was somewhat surprised to see the true nature of that silvery flash.

He had thought the White-clothed Young Man's weapon was solely the Jade Fan, not expecting that what he truly excelled in was Swordsmanship, and within that, the extremely challenging Soft Sword technique.

However, it also perfectly suited the other's sneaky and cunning nature.

The White-clothed Young Man's Soft Sword, flickering like a venomous snake, was exceedingly fast. It cut through Lu Qing's saber momentum, reaching first despite acting later, aiming to pierce his throat.

This single move displayed the high level of his sword proficiency.

Taking advantage of the tree's cover and striking suddenly and lethally, was indeed unexpected and severely crafty.

For an average Muscle Bone Realm Martial Artist, even one at the Perfection of the Bone Realm, such a strike would likely be impossible to defend against, resulting in a pierced neck and immediate death.

But Lu Qing was clearly not an average Muscle Bone Realm Martial Artist.

Sensing the White-clothed Young Man's Soft Sword was faster than his War Saber, he instantly changed tactics.

His formidable, wave-like saber force, in an instant, turned into entwining flowing water, with a heavy knock, deflecting the Soft Sword aside.