Chapter 20: The Endless Sky and the Thunderclap Sword Technique!

  "Yi Chu, shidi, why are you back so late today? Are you harboring evil intentions and planning to escape from here?" Zhuo Lanxiang stood on a high rock, looking at Yi Chu with an arrogant expression.

  Gently tossing the wild leopard in his hand, Yi Chu gave Zhuo Lanxi a cold glance and said: "A gentleman is open-minded, a petty person is always worried, don't always guess others with your own thoughts!"

  "You little brat, you're looking for death!" Originally, Zhuo Lancui was intentionally picking a fight. As he spoke, his entire body seemed to fly off the large rock like an eagle, and his hands were stained with blood as he grabbed towards Yi Chu!

  In this valley named Red Blood Valley by Xue Mingzi, Yi Chu had lived for more than a month and was very familiar with the rules of Red Blood Valley. The high-and-mighty Xue Mingzi who raised them to eat blood food would not care about their lives or deaths, let alone their struggles. It's just like a wolf that raises sheep, it wouldn't care if the sheep kill each other.

  Facing the swift and fierce Zhuo Lan Creek, Yi Chu let out a cold laugh. With a movement of his foot, he kicked out with lightning speed. This kick was like a goat hanging from a horn, leaving no trace to follow. However, this kick was a move that Yi Chu had thought about for more than half a month.

  The existence of this foot is precisely to break through the flying body of Zhuo Lan Creek.

  Zhuo Lanxi didn't think much of it at first, but in the instant when Yi Chu kicked out, he suddenly felt that his body was like a sandbag, rushing straight towards Yi Chu's foot. And the most proud grasp he learned from Mo Yun's Great Claw Technique was as if serving food to Yi Chu.

  "Bang", with no room to dodge, Zhuo Lanxi's body was kicked hard to the ground by Yi Chu. Taking advantage of the situation, Yi Chu pounced on him like a whirlwind, his fists flying wildly as he pounded Zhuo Lanxi's face mercilessly!

  The sudden change was something that no one had expected. Those disciples who were originally standing by to watch the commotion, upon seeing this scene before their eyes, couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air. They never could have imagined that Zuo Lanxi, the senior brother who was supposed to teach Yi Chu a lesson, would be knocked to the ground in an instant.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Yi Chu's iron fist, every punch landed on Zhuo Lanxi's body in the softest place, each punch made Zhuo Lanxi howl in agony.

  "Yi Chu, let me go quickly, otherwise I'll kill you!"

  "Easy Chu, you quickly let me go, otherwise Master will not forgive you."

  "Let me go... let me go quickly... Ahh, it hurts so much, Yi Chu, let me go!"

  Zhuo Lanxi's voice changed from strong to slow and pleading, but Yi Chu, who had already made up his mind, was not going to let him off so easily.

  In the Red Blood Valley, all the disciples were watching the commotion. However, their gaze towards Yi Chu had undergone a huge change at this moment. Those who originally feared Yi Chu became even more fearful, while those who initially put Yi Chu on an equal footing also subconsciously revised that ranking in their minds.

  "The demonic descendant of the Blood Clan, come out and meet your death!" A loud voice suddenly rang out from the void, and with it, a cyan sword aura shot towards the cave where Xue Mingzi resided like lightning!

  "Boom!"

  In the midst of a fierce explosion, the cave that was filled with an aura of intimidation in the eyes of many disciples of Red Blood Valley was split into two segments by the cyan sword light. The dark and profound cave had a hole blasted out of it in an instant.

  "What kind of people are you, daring to destroy the ancestral tomb of your own grandfather?" A figure clad in a blood-red Daoist robe, like a rainbow stretching across the sky, flew out from the void and loudly shouted towards the empty space.

  "You wicked creature, you're still so arrogant even when death is imminent. You truly deserve to die! Alright, alright, considering the heavens' benevolence, I'll let you know who will be responsible for your demise."

  The Taoist who had just launched the flying sword pointed at the Taoist beside him, who was riding on a beam of sword light, and said: "This is my senior brother, Yifei Daozhang. I am Yixin. We come from the Huangtian Sect. You have committed countless evils, and today my two brothers have come to bring you salvation." As Yixin spoke, his hands moved in a sword pattern, and the blue longsword shot out again like a rainbow, heading straight for Xue Mingzi!

  Xuē Míngzǐ's heart skipped a beat when he heard the three words "Hào Tiān Pài", clearly showing his apprehension towards them. Before the cultivator of the One Heart Path had even attacked, the blood-red banner that had killed dozens of people in Yìjiā Village appeared in his hand.

  "Hū", Xuè Míng Zǐ gently shook the small flag, a blood-red skull shot out from the flag and rushed straight towards the cyan sword light.

  The sudden change made Yichu put down his fist. Looking at the red light and green mang flying in the air, Yichu's heart was filled with longing. Zhuo Lancui, who had already been beaten to a pulp, took advantage of Yichu's attention to the fight and scrambled to get up from the ground.

  It was just a moment's work, and the red skull was cut off three times by the green sword tip. Every time the red skull was broken, Blood Mingzi's face became more dispirited! He glanced around with his strange eyes, then suddenly shouted loudly: "All disciples, come for me! Whoever can catch these two Taoists will be heavily rewarded!"

  Just as he was speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out the blood in his mouth onto the blood-colored banner. A blood-red light rose from the banner at the moment the blood landed on it.

  Those disciples who were originally frightened and at a loss, upon hearing Xue Mingzi's words, were stunned for a moment. However, after that brief stun, there were still one or two disciples who, intimidated by Xue Mingzi's accumulated prestige, charged towards the Daoist in green clothes.

  "Looking for death!" Yifei Dao Ren sneered, his hands weaving a spell as the long sword at his feet suddenly flew up. In the flash of light, two disciples who had rushed forward were beheaded.

  "The green hills will never fade, the two from the Vast Sky Sect, we'll meet again someday." The crimson banner emitting a red glow wrapped around Blood Shadow's body and flew straight into the sky.

  "Hao Tian Wu Jin, Pi Li Jian Jue!" The two cultivators of the One Heart Sect and the One Flying Sect simultaneously activated their techniques. Two flashes of lightning-like energy burst forth in mid-air, striking the blood-red banner of Xue Mingzi with a loud crash.

  "Boom", the blood light disappeared in an instant, and the Blood Shadow Child, who was fleeing at high speed, was also split into cinders by these two sword lights in an instant!

  In the blink of an eye, Xue Mingzi, who was just like a god in their hearts, actually died at the hands of these two Taoists. This huge change made many disciples unable to accept it for a while.

  "Two great immortals, I was captured by Xue Mingzi, spare my life!" Suddenly, Zhuo Lancui, who was standing behind, knelt down on the ground and shouted loudly. At the same time, Song Tianming, who was standing beside Zhuo Lancui, also fell to his knees with a thud.

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