PFC Chapter 186 Overwhelming Kill: Those Who Harm Others Ultimately Harm Themselves
Chapter 186 Overwhelming Kill: Those Who Harm Others Ultimately Harm Themselves
"I have always believed in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, especially those who have shown me murderous intent."
Li Wudao looked at him calmly, "So you must die, otherwise I will not be at peace with myself."
His voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, yet it carried an undeniable authority.
Meng Zhenhu's eyelids twitched violently. He took a few steps forward and said, unwilling to give up, "Is there really no room for compromise?"
As he spoke, his right hand subtly reached for his left sleeve.
Li Wudao shook his head and remained silent.
She watched him walk towards her step by step with composure, without making any move.
About ten paces away, Meng Zhenhu stopped, a calculating glint in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Since that's the case, then this Marquis has no choice but to... strike first!"
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly turned ferocious.
He swiftly drew a slender, soft sword that he had concealed in his left sleeve, and with a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to perceive, he leaped out and thrust the sword towards Li Wudao's throat.
"Shuisha——"
The slender, flexible sword, like a nimble silver snake, pierced the air with a series of sharp whistling sounds, and arrived in front of Li Wudao in an instant.
Seeing the boy standing there blankly, his face showing a panicked look of surprise, Meng Zhenhu couldn't help but reveal a triumphant sneer.
"If you won't give me a way out, then I'll just have to die!"
At such close range, with his strength comparable to a mid-stage Martial King, he could seriously injure even a high-level Martial King if he caught them off guard.
Even a serious injury isn't necessary; just a scratch that draws blood is enough.
Because he had already coated the soft sword with more than ten kinds of deadly poisons. Once it touched a wound, the victim would suffer organ failure and die from festering wounds within a quarter of an hour!
This is his biggest trump card. It took him five years of hard work and a lot of money and resources to create this "poison sword".
Total silence.
Everyone's expression changed, stunned by this unexpected turn of events.
The sword strike was so swift, so cunning, so fierce that no one had time to think.
"careful!"
Li Nanzhi's pupils constricted, her heart stopped beating, and she couldn't help but scream.
"Damn it!"
Shen Ming's face darkened, filled with utter contempt.
He was, after all, a Martial King, a renowned Marquis of Zhennan, yet he resorted to a sneak attack in front of so many people. It was utterly despicable.
"What a vicious sword strike..."
Beside Murong Qinglan stood Elder Cui, dressed in a gray robe, his eyes sharp and stern.
Even with his peak Martial King cultivation, it would be difficult for him to react in this situation, and he would most likely suffer severe injuries.
On the airship, three handsome young men had different expressions, some frowning, some expectant.
"Boy, you are indeed very talented, but you are too arrogant. Arrogant people usually don't have a good ending. However, to die by this sword can be considered a worthy death."
Meng Zhenhu's heart hardened, his eyes filled with the pleasure of successfully plotting his scheme.
To be honest, if Li Wudao hadn't wasted his breath and hadn't given him the chance to get close, he really wouldn't have had a chance to turn the tide.
In an instant, countless thoughts raced through his mind.
It's as if you can already see the beautiful scene of Li Wudao being pierced through the throat by his sword, dying in agony with a terrified and unwilling expression.
However, just as the tip of the sword was only a foot away from Li Wudao's throat...
To Meng Zhenhu's astonishment, the boy who had been panicked just moments before had now calmed down!
He even vaguely saw the corners of the other person's mouth turn up slightly, seemingly with a hint of mockery.
For a moment, he was in a state of turmoil and felt inexplicably uneasy.
He couldn't understand how Li Wudao could still laugh in such a desperate situation; it simply didn't make sense.
In that instant, the sword was only three inches from the boy's neck, about to pierce his throat.
Meng Zhenhu's eyes lit up with joy, and the surprise and unease that had just surged up vanished completely.
He was absolutely certain that at such close range, even a high-level Martial King would die!
At that moment, Li Wudao, who had been standing quietly, finally moved.
He turned his body slightly to the side, tilted his neck slightly, and his slender, jade-like hand reached out with ghostly speed.
"Keng!"
A sword rang out.
Everyone immediately looked over, thinking that Li Wudao had been tricked.
But the next moment, they were shocked and bewildered to find that the sword that should have pierced the boy's throat was actually held between the boy's two fingers!
"This...how is this possible?!"
Meng Zhenhu's pupils contracted, a look of horror flashing across his face.
He dared not think for a moment, and exerted all his strength, attempting to forcefully pierce through the "defense line" of Li Wudao's two fingers.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the boy's fingers remained completely still, without even a scratch.
"You don't think I didn't see those little tricks you made earlier, do you?"
Li Wudao chuckled softly, a strange purple light flashing in his pupils.
If it were any other high-level Martial King, it might have been a deadly move.
But Meng Zhenhu never dreamed that he would possess the ancient double pupils.
In the face of the Ancient Double Pupil, as long as the enemy is no more than one major realm higher, all actions will be slowed down, and one can even anticipate the enemy's moves.
Even more unexpectedly, he also possessed the Pure Yang Holy Body, and had already reached the minor completion stage, making his physical body even more resilient than a Heaven-rank spiritual weapon.
Ordinary weapons couldn't harm him in the slightest.
The whole scene seemed to freeze.
Everyone held their breath, their mouths agape, their pupils dilated as if in an earthquake; all their previous understanding had been shattered.
"He actually caught it... a mere mortal body, and with just two fingers, he withstood a full-force attack from a Martial King! This is insane!"
"Could this boy possess the bloodline of a ferocious beast? His physical body is terrifying, unbelievable!"
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that such an outrageous thing could exist in the world!"
"No wonder the Duke admitted defeat; this young man's fighting strength is monstrous..."
“We have all misunderstood the old Duke. If a real fight breaks out, it will probably be a bloody battle, and many of our brothers will surely die.”
"........."
The 100,000 Imperial Guards, who had stopped not far away, gasped and their teeth chattered at the sight of this bizarre scene.
Many soldiers looked fearful and gradually understood Shen Huaimin's good intentions.
They were not afraid of a Martial King, but even the army was terrified of a Martial King who was so monstrous.
"Who...who exactly are you?"
Meng Zhenhu's expression shifted constantly, his heart turning cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He was filled with remorse.
If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have bothered Li Wudao in the first place. One wrong step leads to another.
A young powerhouse with such strength must come from a transcendent force. Not to mention him, even a second-rate sect like the Li Huo Sect wouldn't dare to offend him.
Because second-rate sects simply cannot cultivate such monstrous talents, nor can they retain them.
"The person who killed you."
Li Wudao stood comfortably in the center of the arena, casually holding the sword blade between two fingers, completely unperturbed.
The lingering aftershocks of the sharp sword energy still stirred, lifting the strands of hair at the boy's temples, which swayed and accentuated his handsome features.
next moment.
Li Wudao loosened his two fingers and flicked them towards one side of the sword.
With a "ding," the soft sword began to convulse violently, trembling incessantly.
Meng Zhenhu's expression changed drastically.
He felt a surge of powerful force rushing towards his wrist as he gripped the sword hilt. The force was so great that it instantly made his tiger's mouth go numb and crack.
Almost instantly, he uncontrollably released his grip on the sword, stumbled back a few steps, and broke out in a cold sweat.
If he hesitates any longer, he might lose his arm.
At that moment, he suddenly realized with bitterness how ridiculous his previous calculations had been.
In the face of absolute power, no schemes or tricks will work.
"Keng——"
The soft sword slipped from his hand, trembling as it swung twice in the air before embedding itself diagonally in the ground not far away.
"Ok?"
Li Wudao stepped forward, drew his soft sword, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
On the ground, along the cracks in the bricks where the sword had struck, black smoke rose, accompanied by a pungent smell.
Soon, several blue bricks visibly turned to ashes, which were scattered by the wind, leaving a deep pit.
The sword has been coated with deadly poison!
This scene caused many people's eyes to change slightly, and they felt a chill run down their spines.
One can imagine how miserable the outcome would have been if this sword had pierced a person's skin instead of a brick.
"Damn it, they even poisoned him! How despicable!"
"Bah! I used to respectfully address him as Lord Marquis, but now I see he's nothing but a shameless scoundrel!"
"I had heard rumors circulating that the Marquis of Zhennan was ruthless and cruel, often committing acts of extermination, but I didn't believe them. Now it seems the rumors are probably true."
Some people cursed loudly, their contempt running deep in their hearts.
Seeing that everyone had turned against him, Meng Zhenhu's face turned ashen.
"No, I am still so young, and there are so many things I haven't done. I cannot die here... I absolutely cannot!"
"It's not over yet, there must be a way to survive..."
He roared inwardly, his eyes darted around, and he frantically searched for a way to escape.
Suddenly, he noticed Li Nanzhi not far away, his eyes lit up, and a bloodthirsty sneer flashed across his face, "Trying to kill me? Not so easy!"
next moment.
Meng Zhenhu gritted his teeth, burning some of his life essence, and rushed towards Li Nanzhi with all his might, intending to subdue her with lightning speed as a bargaining chip to restrain Li Wudao.
"what!"
By the time Li Nanzhi realized the danger, malice had already rushed towards her. The bloodthirsty look in his eyes made her delicate body tremble slightly, and her face turned completely pale.
Just as Meng Zhenhu reached out his large hand, about to succeed.
The afterimage flashed.
Li Wudao, holding the poisoned soft sword, coldly blocked the way, a palpable killing intent flashing in his eyes. "You truly deserve to die!"
Meng Zhenhu's heart skipped a beat, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to his head, his throat was dry and hoarse, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.
But Li Wudao had already had his fill of it, and without saying a word, he raised and lowered his sword.
There was a flash of light.
Blood stained the air as a head rolled down.
"Zizzi."
Because of the poisoned sword, the head and body quickly rotted away in a pungent cloud of smoke, leaving no trace of the remains.
........
"A renowned warlord who shook the dynasty, the Marquis of Zhennan, who was most likely to become the next duke of a different surname, is dead just like that?!"
"Alas, who could have imagined that the dignified Marquis of Zhennan would die by his own poisoned sword, without even leaving behind a complete corpse."
"It can only be said that harming others will ultimately harm oneself; this can be considered reaping what one sows."
Many people's eyes flickered with a strange light, their emotions a mixture of sighs and complex feelings, and they were unable to calm down for a long time.
"go!"
Shen Huaimin suppressed the turmoil in his heart, sighed for a moment, and then rode away.
This time, there were no dissenting voices among the 100,000 Imperial Guards; they all obediently followed behind, their faces showing lingering fear.
This young man is too monstrous; his combat power seems to have no upper limit and cannot be judged by ordinary standards.
They were all incredibly relieved that they hadn't fought with the boy; otherwise, it wouldn't have been just a matter of losing a few brothers; there would likely have been a river of blood, staining the ten-mile-long street red...
Soon, the busybodies, still somewhat dazed, hurriedly left, and the once bustling Imperial Treasure Pavilion became deserted.
It is foreseeable that before long, today's news will shake the court and the public, and Li Wudao's name will resound throughout the capital and even the entire Great Yu Dynasty.
After briefly comforting Li Nanzhi.
Li Wudao slowly raised his head, looking at the sky above the Imperial Treasure Pavilion. His eyes flickered uncertainly as he said, "You've been watching for so long, don't you plan to show yourself?"