151: No mercy

If she wanted to perish with Lu Ming, first, it was uncertain if this palm strike could harm Lu Ming, who had Cultivated the Nine Revolutions Prajna Skill to its peak, developing a body protected by white light. Second, in her severely injured state, her speed was undoubtedly much slower in Lu Ming's eyes. With such an attack, she simply couldn't touch the already prepared Lu Ming.

A powerful kick, gathering all his strength, was suddenly unleashed. Accompanied by the dull sound of bones cracking from her chest, the Saintess's body was sent flying directly backward, smashing through the tightly shut Golden Lotus Temple gate. She then slid more than ten meters across the ground, leaving a trail of blood, before crashing heavily against a nearby altar, finally coming to a stop.

The Saintess trembled all over, blood gushing from her mouth. Her own Qi became incredibly weak.

Looking closely at her chest, one could see that under the terrifying force of that kick, it had actually caved in. If she weren't a demon, with her incredibly strong vitality, she would probably have already died by now.

She tried desperately to press her hands against the floor, wanting to stand up, but after several attempts, she kept falling back to the ground.

"Save me!" The Saintess looked up at the large crowd of believers gathered in the square ahead, crying out in a shrill voice.

The sounds of prayer abruptly ceased with this sudden change. None of the Golden Lotus Sect believers present had anticipated this; why the Golden Lotus Temple gate would suddenly be smashed open, and why a blood-stained figure would fly out from within.

"It's, it's the Saintess!" A believer who was closer recognized the appearance of the person who flew out, letting out a sharp cry.

As this sound spread, a commotion arose from the crowd.

Just then, everyone noticed a slender figure slowly walking out of the Golden Lotus Temple, holding a blood-stained long saber in his hand, his gaze cold, exuding a fierce aura.

"Save the Saintess! Don't let that fiend kill the Saintess! Whoever can save the Saintess will be rewarded with as many Golden Cores as they desire!" And just at this moment, the Golden Lotus Sect followers who were originally in the crowd immediately shouted out, inciting the crowd to attack Lu Ming.

Anyone with eyes could see that Lu Ming, holding a blood-stained long saber, was definitely not someone to be trifled with. However, the Saintess had to be saved. After all, the Golden Lotus Sect's ability to develop to its current scale relied primarily on this Saintess, who could refine Golden Cores.

Hearing the reward of Golden Cores, the crowd became even more agitated. More than twenty strong young men, their faces showing signs of fanaticism, picked up sticks and wooden pitchforks from beside them and rushed towards the Golden Lotus Temple, wanting to climb the steps and protect the continuously struggling Saintess.

At least twenty thousand believers present also shouted in unison, cheering on these brave individuals.

Lu Ming's cold gaze swept over the charging young men, but his steps did not falter. He approached the Golden Lotus Sect Holy Maiden step by step.

As he walked, he unfastened the Qianhu token from his waist and held it high, displaying it before everyone.

The cold, steel-forged, completely black token was engraved with the words "Demon Suppression," and below it, "Qianhu" was outlined in gold powder, representing his rank.

"The Silver Feather City Demon Suppression Division has been ordered to eliminate demons. All of you, retreat quickly. Anyone who dares to step onto this altar will be treated as a rebel." Lu Ming activated his True Qi, allowing his indifferent voice to spread throughout the entire square.

The young men climbing the steps heard the three words "Demon Suppression Division" and their steps slowed considerably. After all, in the Great Liang Kingdom, the words "Demon Suppression Division" represented a formidable reputation, built upon piles of demon corpses.

"So what if it's the Demon Suppression Division? Anyone who dares to touch our Golden Lotus Sect's Saintess will die here!" There are always some reckless fools without brains everywhere. A young man roared angrily; he wasn't afraid for the sake of the rewarded Golden Cores.

"That's right! There are so many of us, and he's just one. Can he really kill all of us?" Another person shouted, emboldened.

Under the instigation of some, even those who had stopped and shown hesitation were spurred on by their impulsiveness and continued to charge forward.

In their eyes, the Demon Suppression Division was specifically for managing demons, and they were all humans. Could the other party really dare to kill people? Wouldn't he be afraid of not being able to control the situation?

As they continued to charge with a glimmer of hope, they did not notice that Lu Ming's gaze remained completely unchanged, as calm as a deep pool, cold and chilling.

Without saying anything more, Lu Ming channeled his Protective Aura, and a white light quickly condensed on the sharp blade.

The first person stepped onto the altar, followed by the second... Just as those people were less than ten meters away from the Saintess, Lu Ming's eyes flashed with killing intent. He suddenly swung his arm, and a crescent-shaped Blade Aura tore through the Void Realm, letting out a sharp whistle as it swept past.

The dazzling light shone, and almost in an instant, this group of hot-blooded young men who had rushed onto the altar were as if drenched with a basin of ice water. The scythe of death suddenly descended.

Time seemed to stand still. In the square, the crowd of believers watched the scene on the altar, and fear spread rapidly like a plague.

On the high altar, bodies cut into two sections crashed down, and viscous blood flowed and converged, almost forming a small pool of blood.

Thump, thump, thump!

In the silence, Lu Ming's footsteps were unusually piercing. The Saintess stared blankly at the approaching figure, her mind a complete blank.

He killed so many people just like that. How dare he? Isn't he afraid of being held accountable afterward?

Before she could think further, Lu Ming had already walked over.

A large hand, like an iron clamp, gripped her fair neck, lifting her entire body up.

Feeling suffocated, the Saintess desperately tried to struggle, but found that she couldn't summon even a shred of strength.

"You have two choices: either be branded as rebels like those people, or leave here. It's up to you to choose between life and death." Lu Ming circulated his True Qi and spoke coldly.

His voice wasn't very loud, but it was enough for everyone in the stunned crowd on the square to hear clearly!

It seemed like two choices, but in reality, there was only one.

After all, after witnessing Lu Ming's ruthless and bloody methods, even the most fanatical believers were probably much calmer now. After all, the man in front of them truly dared to kill.

With one saber strike, more than ten strong young men were all cut in half at the waist!

This scene had too great an impact on the common people!

As soon as Lu Ming finished speaking, many people on the edge of the square, their eyes filled with fear, quickly left.

Intimidated by Lu Ming's methods, no matter how much the Golden Lotus Sect followers in the crowd shouted, not many people responded.

"Don't believe his words! I am the chief official of Xianshui Town. These fellows are all bandits. Quickly apprehend them and bring them to justice!" A resonant voice suddenly rang out. A disturbance appeared in the crowd, which then parted, making way for about a hundred yamen runners holding weapons, escorting Wu Shude and his son.

Wu Shude was dressed in an official's robe, his expression righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he were the one in the right.

Even those in Xianshui Town who hadn't seen Wu Shude had heard of his reputation. With the chief official of Xianshui Town vouching for them, the crowd, which had already begun to retreat, shifted again.