Urban Martial Saint

The screams coming from the entrance of the mansion were so haunting, it was as if someone had seen a ghost, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Everyone turned their heads simultaneously to see a man covered in blood desperately crawling toward them. Not far behind him, a man with a head full of white hair, also drenched in blood, was slowly following step by step.

The white-haired man held a book and a dagger in his hands. His movements were slow, yet his pace was not sluggish at all. In just two steps, he caught up with the crawling man, grabbed his throat, and stabbed the dagger directly into it.

Witnessing this scene left everyone dumbfounded, especially Ye Qing and Liu Mubai. The two exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other’s eyes. Because they recognized this white-haired man; wasn’t he the white-haired Ding San that the Bloody Monk had taken to the Western Province? Yet, how had he returned to the Eastern Province and appeared here at this moment? Neither knew whether this was good news or a dire omen.

Seeing the white-haired Ding San, Ao Wuchang frowned. Over here, Chen San also stood up abruptly, staring in astonishment at the white-haired Ding San, and said in a deep voice, ”Aren’t you the white-haired man who was against Wang Tian’an?”

Both Chen San and Ao Wuchang had heard of the white-haired Ding San in the Western Province. They just didn’t expect Ding San to appear here too, and they wondered what his purpose was this time.

The white-haired Ding San did not answer Chen San. His beast-like gaze slowly scanned the scene and finally fixed on Ao Wuchang. It seemed as if he’d found his target, ignoring everyone else as he walked straight towards Ao Wuchang.

Though it appeared as walking, the strides of white-haired Ding San were unusually long, making it look peculiar. Thus, from the mansion entrance to this battlefield, a distance of about thirty meters, he took less than ten steps to reach Ao Wuchang. Without speaking, he stared intensely at Ao Wuchang, as if a predator fixating on its prey.

Ao Wuchang, who had been grappling with Ghost King Li Ruoyuan, was momentarily taken aback by Ding San’s approach, but soon regained his composure.

”Hahaha…” Ao Wuchang laughed loudly, saying, ”It’s been many years since anyone dared to challenge me. You’re the first. Although I don’t know your name, you’re worthy to fight against Mr. Ao!”

After speaking, Ao Wuchang tossed Ghost King Li Ruoyuan aside, pointing at the white-haired Ding San and said in a clear voice, ”Please!”

Ding San either understood Ao Wuchang’s words or his intent. As Ao Wuchang finished speaking, Ding San walked straight toward him. Taking long strides, he was soon face-to-face with Ao Wuchang, reaching out to grab Ao Wuchang’s throat.

”Good!” Ao Wuchang shouted loudly, raising his hand to block Ding San’s grab, and simultaneously punched Ding San’s chest with his other hand.

Ding San didn’t dodge at all, taking Ao Wuchang’s punch and involuntarily retreating over two meters. His reaching hand caught nothing, and with this first exchange, the outcome was almost already clear.

Watching Ding San challenge Ao Wuchang left Ye Qing and Liu Mubai bewildered. Wasn’t Ding San supposed to be devoid of personality, turned completely into a killing machine? How could he still know to challenge Ao Wuchang?

To say Ding San’s strength was formidable was an understatement, yet the biggest issue was he understood no technique. Meeting those like Ye Qing and Liu Mubai might not matter; with Ding San’s Inner Strength, even if they hit him a hundred times, he would be unharmed. If he found a chance, Ye Qing and Liu Mubai would be in grave danger.

But Ao Wuchang was different. Ao Wuchang’s strength far surpassed that of Ye Qing and Liu Mubai, and his strikes were enormously powerful. Just like that punch just now, it sent Ding San retreating over two meters. Even though Ding San showed no visible harm, the gap in strength between him and Ao Wuchang was quite clear.

Moreover, the key issue was that Ding San didn’t know any techniques, using only the simplest methods of attack. Against the highly experienced and powerful Ao Wuchang, he found himself entirely on the receiving end. No matter how resilient he was, how many of Ao Wuchang’s punches could he withstand?

Seeing Ding San entangled with Ao Wuchang, Ye Qing signaled to Liu Mubai and Cui Yulong, and the three rushed toward Ao Muh Han.

Ao Muh Han watched with shock as Ao Wuchang and Ding San faced off, not expecting Ye Qing and the others to suddenly charge over, causing him to exclaim in panic, ”Stop them! Stop them!”

Ao Wuchang’s subordinates rushed forward, trying to block Ye Qing and his companions. However, how could they stop such powerful individuals as Ye Qing, Liu Mubai, and Cui Yulong?

Ye Qing and the others pushed through these people. Cui Yulong rushed ahead and picked up the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade from the ground. Meanwhile, Ye Qing aggressively pursued Ao Muh Han, as his Seven-Star Ancient Sword was still in Ao Muh Han’s hands.

Just as Ye Qing was about to catch up with Ao Muh Han, a person suddenly stepped out to block his way. It was none other than White Horse Chen San.

”Ye brothers!” White Horse Chen San had a conflicted expression on his face, and said in a deep voice, ”I’m sorry, Muh Han is my sworn brother!”

”I know!” Ye Qing looked calmly at White Horse Chen San and said, ”Let strength speak!”

”What’s the use of talking to him? Attack!” Ghost King Li Ruoyuan, who had somehow jumped in, screamed and lunged straight at Aomuhan.

Ghost King Li Ruoyuan was quite lucky; he was almost crippled by Ao Wuchang earlier. Luckily, white-haired Ding San arrived just in time, and Ao Wuchang’s attention was entirely on Ding San, so he just threw him aside casually. Therefore, Ghost King Li Ruoyuan wasn’t even injured.

However, nearly being crippled by Ao Wuchang left Li Ruoyuan with a pent-up anger. Seeing Ao Wuchang engaged with Ding San, he seized the opportunity to charge at Aomuhan, hoping to exact some interest.

Aomuhan’s own strength was lacking; he was injured by Ye Qing before and had his hand hurt by the sharp edge of the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade recently. Not to mention his ability to fight, at that moment he didn’t even have the mindset to engage. Seeing Ghost King Li Ruoyuan pouncing, he shrieked in fright and hurriedly retreated.

Fortunately, Chen Si arrived in time to intercept Ghost King Li Ruoyuan. Seeing Chen Si join the fray, Ye Qing and Liu Mubai didn’t pause, immediately rushing forward to aid Ghost King Li Ruoyuan.

White Horse Chen San stood in the middle and charged directly, blocking the two. Chen San himself was quite formidable, and with both Ye Qing and Liu Mubai being injured, they were surprisingly held back by him alone for the moment.

Cui Yulong, having obtained the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade, saw the situation and instantly frowned, saying in a deep voice, ”Ghost King, step aside!”

Ghost King Li Ruoyuan was fighting with Chen Si, but upon hearing that, he immediately retreated and dodged. Cui Yulong stepped quickly, preparing to pursue Aomuhan.

Seeing Cui Yulong’s aggressive approach, Chen Si, although knowing he was no match, still gritted his teeth and raised his hand to strike. However, Cui Yulong didn’t even glance at her, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and pushed her aside. Without the slightest pause, he ran directly to Aomuhan.

Seeing Cui Yulong’s fierce demeanor, Aomuhan was so frightened that he trembled all over and hurriedly shouted, ”Dad, save me!”

Just as Aomuhan’s voice fell, Ao Wuchang’s roar of anger sounded from the side. Cui Yulong, however, ignored him, directly stretching out his hand to snatch the Seven-Star Ancient Sword from Aomuhan’s hand. Aomuhan didn’t even have the will to resist, letting Cui Yulong take the Seven-Star Ancient Sword away.

”Ye Qing, catch!” Cui Yulong casually tossed the Seven-Star Ancient Sword to Ye Qing. Just then, a cold gleam suddenly flashed in Aomuhan’s eyes as he pulled out a dagger and stabbed toward Cui Yulong’s chest.

Cui Yulong had his back to Aomuhan at that moment, and they were quite close. This move from Aomuhan was a complete ambush, intending to kill Cui Yulong while he was not paying attention.

However, Aomuhan underestimated the eerie nature of the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade. As he acted, the blade gave a slight tremble, and Cui Yulong immediately sensed it.

Without even turning his head, Cui Yulong suddenly kicked backward, hitting Aomuhan right in the chest. Aomuhan was kicked several meters away, breaking a few ribs, and spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing on the ground.

Meanwhile, Ao Wuchang, although fighting Ding San, clearly saw what happened to his son. Seeing Aomuhan injured by Cui Yulong, he immediately became enraged, roaring, ”How dare you harm my son!”

Before the words finished, Ao Wuchang bypassed Ding San and charged directly toward Cui Yulong.

Ding San still wore his expressionless face, but his movements were swift. Seeing Ao Wuchang bypass him, he turned to give chase. Surprisingly, Ao Wuchang’s speed was no match, and Ding San caught his shoulder directly.

Ao Wuchang didn’t even glance back, grabbing Ding San’s wrist, he yelled and swung Ding San a few times, throwing him onto the distant courtyard wall. That solid wall was smashed into a large hole by Ding San. Ding San collapsed on the ground, trying several times to stand up but failed, as his leg was broken.

Seeing the situation, both Ye Qing and Liu Mubai’s expressions changed. Ding San’s body was incredibly tough, unscathed even when shot. For Ao Wuchang to break his leg bone with a throw, one could imagine the immense force behind Ao Wuchang’s throw.

Ao Wuchang didn’t even look at Ding San, taking a few steps to reach Cui Yulong. Cui Yulong raised the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade to cut Ao Wuchang, but Ao Wuchang slapped it with one palm, driving it deeply into the ground. Ao Wuchang’s speed did not decrease, grabbing Cui Yulong by the neck, lifting him completely off the ground.