Just as Zhuge Yun was about to finish off Ye Wudi and Dragon Lady, a figure suddenly stepped in front of Ye Wudi, blocking the sword’s edge with bare hands.
It was the War God!
Everyone was dumbfounded.
For decades, the War God had been confined to a wheelchair, regarded by the world as a disabled man.
How was it that he now stood up?
Moreover, there was no trace of frailty in the War God, he was like a dragon that had lain dormant for decades, his aura overwhelming.
The same two words flashed through everyone’s minds,
Disguise!
They weren’t wrong, indeed, the War God had been pretending all along.
Consider this: if the War God were truly incapacitated, how could he have led the Hades Hall for so many years?
Stunned, Ye Qiu glanced at Old Master Ye and Old Tang, noticing their faces were calm as still water, showing no surprise whatsoever.
This meant they had long known the War God was pretending.
“You hid it well, even fooled me.”
Ye Qiu thought with a wry smile.
He had once treated the War God’s leg condition and found it to be severe, but it turned out to be a façade deliberately created by the War God.
Zhuge Yun was equally shocked, not only by the War God standing but also by the fact that he had blocked his sword’s edge.
He knew full well the strength of his cultivation and the power of that strike, no one of the same level could withstand it, yet the War God had stopped it bare-handed.
This could only mean the War God’s cultivation surpassed his own.
“Hmph!”
Zhuge Yun let out a cold snort, his eyes glinting coldly as he stared at the War God and said, “Old man, you shouldn’t have interfered, otherwise, you might have lived a bit longer.”
“But now, you’re done for.”
“I’ll cut you down.”
Zhuge Yun swiftly withdrew his sword, then leapt into the air, slashing down at the War God’s head with a single stroke.
This strike was ferocious beyond measure.
Before the sword reached, its killing intent already blanketed the area, eight streams of true qi condensed at the sword’s tip, emitting a terrifying sword aura.
Yet, facing this strike, the War God’s expression remained unchanged.
He stood still, his tall figure immovable as a mountain.
Suddenly,
“Ha!”
The War God let out a loud shout, his right fist striking out fiercely.
This was a very ordinary military boxing move.
“Courting death.”
Seeing the War God’s action, a cruel smirk appeared on Zhuge Yun’s lips.
He didn’t believe the War God’s fist could block his sword’s edge.
In an instant.
The fist collided with the sword’s edge.
Pfft!
The War God’s fist was pierced by the sword, blood immediately gushing down his hand, dripping onto the ground, staining the snow red.
Zhuge Yun sneered, “Old man, it seems you’re nothing special.”
“You really think you’ve won?” A smile appeared on the War God’s face.
A sudden sense of unease stirred in Zhuge Yun’s heart, but before he could figure out its source, the War God struck again.
Bang!
The War God’s left fist smashed onto the sword.
“Crack, crack, crack!”
In an instant, the sword shattered inch by inch.
The immense force caused the webbing of Zhuge Yun’s sword-holding right hand to split, blood pouring out.
But that wasn’t all, the War God’s left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Zhuge Yun’s right arm, twisting it with force, a “crack” sounded, and Zhuge Yun’s entire arm was torn off.
“Ah…”
Zhuge Yun screamed in agony, hardly able to believe his arm was gone.
Worse still, after the War God tore off his arm with brute force, the wound on his shoulder was like an unstoppered tap, blood gushing wildly.
Everyone at the scene was stunned.
This scene was simply too shocking.
No one expected Zhuge Yun to be so quickly crippled by the War God.
After all, Zhuge Yun was a peerless master, and after losing his right arm, he reacted swiftly, pointing his left index finger at his shoulder.
He intended to seal the acupoint to stop the bleeding.
However, as soon as his finger rose, the War God grabbed it with lightning speed, crushing it with a squeeze.
Crack!
The finger bones shattered.
Slap!
The War God backhanded Zhuge Yun, then stepped on his face.
“Ah…”
Zhuge Yun roared in fury, he was a martial arts prodigy, rarely matched in his youth, yet now he was being trampled under the War God’s foot, an utter humiliation.
He was nearly driven mad.
“Ah…” Zhuge Yun continued to roar in anger.
The War God said calmly, “What are you yelling for?”
“Over twenty years ago, you should have died by Ye Wushuang’s hand.”
“Living this long, you should be content.”
Zhuge Yun’s face contorted, like an enraged lion, his eyes flashing with cold light, he channelled eight streams of true qi into his left arm, striking at the War God.
The War God swiftly lifted his foot, then stomped down again.
“Bang!”
Zhuge Yun’s face was bloodied, his aura collapsing in an instant.
“Any last words?” the War God asked.
Last words?
Hearing those words, Zhuge Yun’s rage surged, desperately trying to rise from the ground.
But the War God’s foot was like a mountain, pinning his face, making it impossible to move.
“Ah!”
Zhuge Yun roared, unleashing eight streams of true qi again, but to his surprise, they were obliterated by a single punch from the War God.
“No last words, then? Time to die,” the War God said, aiming a fist at Zhuge Yun’s head.
Sensing death’s grip, Zhuge Yun shouted in desperation, “Master, save me…”
“Stop!”
Long Yi bellowed, after all, Zhuge Yun was his direct disciple, if he were killed in front of him, where would his face be?
Long Er also spoke up, “War God, touch Zhuge Yun, and you’ll die without a grave.”
Hearing this, the War God withdrew his fist.
He looked up, glancing at Long Er.
“Second Master, you sent me a challenge to kill me, by that logic, in your eyes, I’m already a dead man, aren’t I?”
“Since I’m as good as dead, what’s there to fear?”
“I came here tonight with no intention of leaving alive.”
“And didn’t you hear what Ye Qiu said earlier? Threatening a man about to die is utterly foolish.”
“So, Zhuge Yun must die.”
“You dare,” Long Er saw the situation turning bad, but before he could act to save Zhuge Yun, the War God stomped down hard.
Boom!
Zhuge Yun’s brains splattered, dead on the spot.
The invited spectators felt a chill down their spines.
No one expected the War God to act so decisively, killing without hesitation.
“It’s over, it’s over, the War God has really stirred up a storm now.”
“The Forbidden City will never let him go.”
“Zhuge Yun was Long Yi’s direct disciple, killed in front of him, Long Yi will surely grind the War God to dust.”
“I never imagined the War God’s strength was this formidable. Everyone, his power is not good news for us,” an old man said.
“No need to worry, he’ll be dead soon,” another replied.
At that moment.
The War God looked at Long Er with a smile, “Second Master, dare to fight?”
