169: Who else? Want to kill me!

Hundreds against one; no matter who ultimately kills him, they will achieve fame throughout the world.

Just like those soldiers who fought over Xiang Yu's body back then, even if they only snatched a piece of his corpse, their merits would be enough to be granted a marquisate.

The shouts of killing rose again, and the crowd surged like a tide, wave after wave, towards that sky-blue figure.

The arc at Lu Jiuyuan's lips remained unchanged.

Half an incense stick?

Indeed, countless red-hot knives seemed to be cutting through his Meridians, and the backlash of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill was like a maggot in the bone, frantically devouring his life force.

But he had long grown accustomed to this level of pain, and the Guhong Sword continuously fed back pure energy, forcefully supporting his body which was on the verge of exhaustion!

He had killed too many; now, when facing an enemy, he no longer relied on his eyes, but on pure battle instinct and killing intent to perceive everything around him.

The Sword moved with his will, and his body followed the Sword.

Plunging into the densest part of the crowd, the Sword light was like a suddenly blooming blood-red lotus, and the throats of seven or eight people around him simultaneously spurted blood, as they fell to the ground in shock.

He sidestepped to avoid several incoming Sword Light, and the Guhong Sword, like a venomous snake, darted out from an incredible angle,

Precisely shattering the wrist bones of two Diancang Sect experts, and before they could scream, the Sword tip spun back, slicing open another person's chest.

With a shift of his feet, he appeared like a ghost behind a whip-wielding expert; in the instant before the long whip could defend, the Sword tip had already pierced through his back.

Every Move was concise to the extreme, and fatal to the extreme.

Stab, point, poke, thrust... The most basic Sword forms in his hands were the invitations of the King of Hell.

Bodies continuously piled up around him, blood gathered into streams, flowing gently, soaking the soles of everyone's shoes, and soaking into everyone's hearts.

Half an incense stick of time felt as long as a century to Abbot Xinhu and all the besiegers.

During this half an incense stick, Lu Jiuyuan not only did not collapse from exhaustion, but instead fought with increasing ferocity, adding another two hundred souls to those who died by his Sword!

His sky-blue robe was already drenched in blood, turning dark purple, making it impossible to distinguish if it was his own or his enemies'.

His face was as pale as paper, but his lips were unusually crimson; every cough brought out fine blood foam, yet his eyes grew brighter and brighter—a madness and coldness born from burning his life, making people dare not look directly at him.

Fear, like a plague, spread among the besiegers.

"He... he's not human! He's a monster!"

"How can the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill last this long? Xinhu bald donkey, you're screwing us over!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! I don't want to die!"

Finally, someone completely broke down, letting out a shout, throwing down their weapon, and turning to run.

Where there was one, there were two; the Aura of a crumbling army appeared again, and it was even more decisive than the last time.

What fame throughout the world, what eliminating evil and defending the Dao, none of it was worth mentioning compared to staying alive!

Abbot Xinhu looked at the scattered crowd again, and at the figure still standing amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, swaying precariously but never falling, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

He's finally at his limit!

This is good too, but Shaolin's Origin Qi is greatly damaged, how can that be! All Ten Great Sects are greatly damaged in Origin Qi.

This means that no one is greatly damaged in Origin Qi, and Shaolin's status remains unchanged!

"He's truly at his limit this time!

Fellow Daoists, only one final blow is needed."

Abbot Xinhu's hair stood on end as he shouted these words.

"He's truly at his limit, all Junior Brothers, attack together, kill him, and avenge our Disciples!"

"Old thief Xinhu! You're truly noisy!"

Lu Jiuyuan's voice was not loud: "You displease me!"

Before he finished speaking, his body sharply twisted, completely disregarding the several steel sabers chopping at him from behind, and like a blood-red lightning bolt tearing through the sky, he crashed into the Shaolin monks with the most brutal stance!

"Protect the Abbot!"

Great Master Xinchong roared, and along with an old monk, they both rushed out, one holding a steel staff, the other a Ring Knife, the fierce wind howling, blocking Lu Jiuyuan's path.

"Get lost!"

Lu Jiuyuan did not dodge or evade; the tip of the Guhong Sword suddenly burst forth with dazzling cold light, the Sword Qi no longer formless, but condensed into a nearly tangible blood-red thread, carrying a sharp whistling sound, piercing straight ahead!

Crushing everything!

The staff shadow and saber light, which embodied the lifelong cultivation of the two eminent monks, when encountering this Sword condensed to the extreme, were split open as if made of paper!

The blood-red Sword Qi did not pause at all; it entered the head monk's glabella and exited from the back of his head, and the Sword light then pierced through the old monk's throat!

The two top Shaolin experts, before expressions of astonishment could even appear on their faces, had already died and fallen to the ground with a thud.

Lu Jiuyuan's figure did not stop for a moment, and was even faster!

He passed through the gap left by the two falling figures, heading straight for Xinhu!

Abbot Xinhu's pupils contracted sharply, but a soft sigh escaped his lips: "Great Compassionate Palm!"

However, Lu Jiuyuan's Sword was already so fast that it transcended the realm of Martial Skill Moves.

That was simply not a Sword of the human world.

The Sword light merely flashed.

Abbot Xinhu's massive palm, which he had struck out, suddenly froze in mid-air.

On his forehead, an extremely fine red mark quietly appeared, almost identical to Lin Xianer's death earlier.

"A pure Buddhist land?"

Lu Jiuyuan's figure crossed paths with him, and his cold voice entered Xinhu's rapidly fading consciousness:

"Hiding a spring of lust, harboring filth, hypocritical and vile, donning a kasaya, yet committing the deeds of a Devil Head! Today, I shall cleanse the School for Buddha!"

The light in Abbot Xinhu's eyes completely dimmed, his body swayed, and he fell backward to the ground.

This Shaolin Sect Head, a Martial Forest Grandmaster, ultimately could not block that life-claiming Sword.

"Abbot!!!"

The monks cried out in horror, all terrified to their core.

The heroes were even more Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, their last shred of courage completely collapsing with Xinhu's death.

Lu Jiuyuan suddenly turned, his blood-stained green robe flapping, the Guhong Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, blood dripping down the Sword's spine, forming a small, shocking red puddle at his feet.

Blood foam continuously overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, but the deep cold light in his eyes was more terrifying than ever.

He scanned the crowd, who had completely lost their Battle Intent, his voice hoarse but carrying supreme majesty: "Who else wants to use me to gain fame?

Who else wants to come and kill me?"