One more slap, two more watches, and one more watch, wait a moment

  With one slash, the orange sixth-grade soldier's soul, Hu Kou Bao Dao, shattered. Looking at Song Jiang Hu's disbelieving expression, Li Ke coldly smiled and stood there like an unmoving mountain, with a flash of sharp light in his eyes.

  "Song Shixiong actually lost!"

  The beautiful woman beside him, Murong, took a sharp intake of cold air.

  "This can't be? How...how is this possible? How could Song Jianghu lose to an inner disciple?" Song Jianghu seemed to have lost himself, looking around at others with a pleading expression, as if seeking explanations from them. But not a single person bothered to respond to him, their gazes filled with sympathy.

  "This!"

  The innkeeper saw this scene, was frightened to the point of cold sweat, staring at Li Ke with his eyes wide open, his legs trembling non-stop, and in his gaze at Li Ke, there was a deep color of fear.

  "Junior hero... junior hero!"

  The innkeeper was in tears, it's really a slip of the foot and a thousand years of hatred. With a runny nose and tears, he hated that he couldn't rush into Li Ke's arms, trembling with fear, shouting: "Young master, I was wrong! I really was wrong, I shouldn't have looked down on you, I shouldn't have taken your seat, just spare me... I promise next time I won't dare!"

  "Junior hero!"

  On the other side, Song Jianghu heard that the owner of the inn was called Li Ke and was called up by Xiao Xiake. He suddenly changed color and turned his head to look at Li Ke. His eyes flashed with cold light, and he gritted his teeth, shouting: "What kind of young hero is he? Go die for me!"

  Sound fell, Song Jianghu rushed out, his feet like wind, and pounced on Li Ke. The orange light in his hand spread out, the Tiger Head Treasure Sword's martial spirit burst out again. Song Jianghu held the Tiger Head Treasure Sword, made a slash in mid-air, and with a fierce and powerful stroke, he chopped towards Li Ke.

  "Cross-Slash Sword Technique!"

  Li Ke's eyebrows slightly raised, the corner of his mouth slanted, and he let out a faint laugh. His right foot tapped empty air, transforming into a dragon, his white clothes fluttering as he rose from the dust. Li Ke's right hand transformed into a palm, with a force like thunder, fiercely striking out.

  Rushing Thunder Palm Technique - Thunderclap Fury!

  "Brush!"

  The sword light flashed, Song Jiang's one knife was fierce and powerful, but it was easily avoided by Li Kui with a single step.

  "Hoo-hoo!"

  A strong gust of wind howled, and Song Jiang was shocked in the middle of the lake. How could Li Kui dodge his own horizontal slash? Just as he raised his head to look at Li Kui, a fierce wind whistled past his ear, like thunder and lightning, making his cheek sting. In an instant, he saw a palm print facing his face, slapping down in anger.

  "Bang!"

  The sound was incredibly crisp, and the "popping" sound of being smashed out was equally loud.

  "Rumble!"

  The entire inn was shaking, Li Ke's palm strike was like a thunderbolt, with an overwhelming momentum that had grasped the Thunderous Fury technique to a certain level. As he moved his martial arts, it was extremely violent, and with one slap, he directly sent Song Jiang flying out.

  "Boom!"

  Song Jiang's body flew out of the lake fan and couldn't stop, heavily hitting the stone wall, a loud crash, the wall cracked, the floor cracked and burst into flight, all the way over, most of the tables and chairs were completely crushed, wood chips flying everywhere.

  The dilapidated second floor of the inn, Li Ke glanced at Song Jianghu who was slapped flying with a pale face and said in a cold voice: "Get out!" The two souls collided, and Li Ke's seventh-grade soul shattered Song Jianghu's sixth-grade soul. In the end, Li Ke didn't even need to use his soul, relying on his powerful senses, he defeated Song Jianghu, who was at the seventh level of refining his martial arts, with just one palm strike.

  In just three short days of practice, he had already roughly grasped the entrance to the Thunderbolt Palm, and when he had just exchanged blows with Song Jianghu, one move of "Thunderous Fury" merged and connected, allowing him to take his understanding of the Thunderbolt Palm a step further.

  "Alright! Alright!" Song Jiang Lake didn't have any serious injuries, just a high swelling on the left side of his cheek with a palm print, looking very ugly. What was Li Ke's status? A disciple of the Double Blade Sect, and what about him? A core disciple of the Double Blade Sect, and also a ranked disciple. And yet, he had lost twice in a row. The most humiliating part was that during the second match, Li Ke hadn't even used his Soul Soldier.

  It only took one slap!

  One slap sent himself flying out!

  This is a shame, this is his greatest shame.

  Such humiliation made him almost mad with rage, hating that he couldn't immediately chop Li Ke into a thousand pieces to vent the hatred in his heart.

  "Who are you? Dare to leave your name?" Song Jiang's eyes, full of anger, stared at Li Ke.

  "Li Ke!"

  Li Ke did not hesitate to say his own name.

  "Are you Li Ke? You're Li Ke!"

  Song Jiang's eyes widened even more, and beside him, the beautiful woman's eyes also widened to their limits. Apparently, she too couldn't believe that the young man in front of her was Li Ke, the inner sect disciple who had killed Xu Changlao's nephew, a senior official of the Military Law Pavilion.

  "What power does he have? That one knife just now was too fast, I didn't see what kind of power it was at all!" The beautiful girl regretted in her heart, Li Ke's knife that had just shattered Song Jiang's soul was really too fast, she hadn't seen how many segments of reality Li Ke's flying knife soul had been tempered into.

  "Alright, Li Ke, you just wait for me, this matter won't be settled like this!"

  Song Jiang suddenly stood up and grasped the hands of the beautiful woman, Li Ke, who was staring at him, and hastily walked out of the second floor of the inn.

  The second floor of the inn was in an uproar.

  "Who is this person?"

  "Li Ke? When did the Double Blade Sect produce such a formidable figure?"

  "Inner disciple of the Double Blade Sect?"

  "How is this possible?"

  "Could an inner sect disciple be defeated by a single palm strike from a core disciple?"

  "What kind of person is Song Jianghu, a core disciple of the Double Blade Sect, a ranked disciple, and the elder brother of Silver Snow Crazy Knife Song Feiyang? He lost just like that?"

  "Song Jianghu is a narrow-minded person, after returning to the Double-Blade Sect, he will definitely look for his elder brother Song Feiyang. This trouble seems to be quite big for Li Ke's little purple!"

  On the side, the innkeeper looked at Li Ke with a nervous and regretful face, "Young master, great master... I didn't know earlier and offended you. I hope you can forgive me. Next time you come to our Tongfu Inn, everything will be free!"

  Li Ke glanced at the inn owner, "Don't worry, I won't bother you. If I come here to eat again in the future, I don't need you to give me free food either. This little bit of money for the meal, I still have it!"

  Having said that, Li Ke turned and left.

  Li Ke did not want to make things difficult for the innkeeper, everything was caused by Song Jiang's lake, and the innkeeper did so, it was also inevitable.

  Watching Li Ke's departing back, the inn owner's suspended heart fell, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

  "Seventh-grade soldier soul actually shattered the sixth-grade soldier soul, what kind of cultivation method is this person practicing?! It's so powerful!" "Moreover, this person's hand movements are strange and unpredictable, their military skills are mysterious and unfathomable, even ghosts and gods can't tell, it's a very troublesome character. Most importantly, this young man's thoughts are too intricate, making it impossible to guess!"

  In a corner of the second floor of the inn, two men in green clothes looked at Li Ke's departing back, both shocked beyond measure. Meanwhile, a white-clad middle-aged man sitting by the window gazed at Li Ke with a hint of admiration in his eyes - this person was the only connoisseur of the Eight Directions Pavilion.