91: Do you dare to accept my invitation? Of course I do!

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain leading from the inner room to the courtyard moved without wind, parting to both sides.

An old man, dressed in a dusty short jacket, with sparse white hair and a face as ordinary as an old farmer from next door, had appeared silently at some point.

He wore a kind smile, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and there was not the slightest sharp Aura around him, as if he were just a country elder who had lost his way.

It was the old man Wu Ming!

"To actually sense my presence, the younger generation is formidable, truly formidable."

Wu Ming spoke with a smiling face, his voice gentle, but his gaze was like a precious sword, as if wanting to see through him, inside and out.

"This finger technique of condensing water into a needle is truly astonishingly brilliant!

It seems his Internal Skill follows the path of the Frigid Fire Palm, but you must have only recently acquired it,

and it's merely for reference, not a true change in cultivation."

"The finger technique just now should be Finger Flicking Divine Skill, but this technique, ever since the Perfume Marshal, although many have practiced it, none have truly reached the Realm the Perfume Marshal once did.

This is Finger Flicking Divine Skill, not Yamas Summons!"

"Good insight!"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare, it's just something I played around with in my youth!" The old man Wu Ming waved his hand and said with a smile.

He slowly strolled in, his gaze sweeping over Beef Soup's still-warm corpse on the ground, the kind smile on his face not changing in the slightest.

His gaze then fell upon Shangguan Xueer.

"However, this old man must say one thing: when facing an equally skilled opponent, leaving a huge flaw is not a good thing."

"A flaw? Me?" Shangguan Xueer instantly understood what the old man meant.

In a battle between experts, victory and defeat are decided in an instant. The Beef Soup opposite had died.

This old man had no flaws, and her presence here would distract Lu Xiaojian.

Once she was in danger, Lu Xiaojian, with his mind affected, would undoubtedly lose.

"My daughter is mischievous, her skills are not perfected, and she doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, offending Your Excellency Sword Saint, I am truly sorry."

"So you watched me kill her, but didn't do anything to stop it."

"Why should I stop it? At this moment, you've helped me resolve a flaw. I'm grateful, if anything."

Wu Ming's tone was as flat as if stating an irrelevant fact.

"This time, Gong Jiu sent me to kill you. I was originally a bit disheartened, but now it seems it will be quite an interesting matter."

He stopped about fifteen feet from Lu Jiuyuan's bed, a distance that, for a top expert, was the life-and-death boundary that could be crossed in an instant.

His hands were still tucked into his sleeves, his figure slightly hunched, showing no sign of making a move, but the entire inner room's space seemed to be instantly solidified and compressed by an invisible force!

The air became thick and heavy, suffocating.

Shangguan Xueer felt an indescribably immense pressure descend upon her, making her gasp for breath!

She was horrified. What the old man exuded was not a sharp killing intent, but a deeper, vaster 'Aura,' like the crushing of heaven and earth!

It seemed that merely by standing, he had already become the Dominator of this space!

Lu Jiuyuan sat motionless, not even raising an eyelid.

His right index finger, resting on his knee, tapped his knee ever so slightly.

"Thump."

A soft sound, like a pebble dropped into an ancient well.

A 'Sword Intent,' far less vast than his, but purer, more solitary and sharper, suddenly rose from him!

This was not a direct clash with Wu Ming's 'Aura,' but rather like an invisible yet indestructible peerless divine sword suddenly piercing into the thick, solidified world!

One was like a mountain, the other like a sword.

"Tear—"

The sound of invisible cloth being torn seemed to echo on a mental level.

Shangguan Xueer immediately felt the heavy pressure on her lighten. Although she could still feel the silent clash of two terrifying forces, she at least regained her ability to move.

She immediately forced herself to retreat to the corner behind Lu Jiuyuan, three poisoned silver needles sliding from her sleeve into her hand. Her eyes, filled with fear and vigilance, stared at Wu Ming, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

"Xue'er, step back. This is not a battle you can participate in, and do not make a move. To make a move is only to die!" Lu Jiuyuan held Lone Goose in his right hand, his expression very solemn.

A trace of surprise flashed in Wu Ming's eyes, immediately replaced by a more intense interest.

The smile on his face deepened, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkled.

"No, no! A very pure killing Sword Intent, but with just this, you couldn't kill Daoist Mu.

Let me guess, what is it? Hmm, it's definitely not the Great Sorrowful Art of Heaven and Earth's Yin and Yang Conflict!

Then is it Jade Rakshasa's Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill? Or the Annihilating Cross Saber Mind-Cultivation Technique?"

"It seems you've had some entanglement with Jade Rakshasa, so it's probably Jade Rakshasa's Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill. You killed Daoist Mu with this?

But that's not right either, the injuries on your body are a disguise!

There's no feeling of being at the end of your rope after using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill.

Sword Saint Lu, can you resolve my confusion?"

"Confusion?"

Lu Jiuyuan's voice was not loud, but every word was clear: "Since you have already come, why ask again? My sword is the answer."

"Good! What a good answer!"

Wu Ming clapped his hands and laughed, as if he had heard something wonderful: "This old man has lived for so long and seen countless Geniuses. Some are arrogant, some are cautious.

But someone like you, who can remain so calm and composed when facing this old man, using himself as bait and seeing himself as the answer, is truly the first. Interesting, truly interesting!"

He took a small step forward. As this step was taken, the entire inner room of Ting Tao Pavilion seemed to vibrate slightly.

It wasn't a real earthquake, but a sudden tilt of 'Aura'!

The air was no longer thick, but became as heavy as mercury. Ubiquitous pressure squeezed in from all directions, its target directly Lu Jiuyuan!

"In this world, after knowing me, you dare to lure me out and use me as bait. You are the first!"

Lu Jiuyuan held a sword in one hand and a needle in the other, looking at the increasingly powerful Wu Ming.

So-called Aura, so-called Sword Intent, are nothing more than using one's own spirit to influence the spirit of others.

The human body has limits, whether in strength or speed, and the amplification of Internal Energy also has limits. When it reaches a certain level, no matter how profound, it cannot be improved further.

Therefore, when the body's potential is exhausted, experts developed Sword Intent, Saber Intent,

using this spiritual amplification to strengthen themselves while interfering with and weakening their opponents.

Unfortunately, Lu Jiuyuan was different; his speed limit... was very high!

"Since my emergence, I have had no opponents. Under the Yamas Summons, no shot misses. You are the strongest I have ever seen, unprecedentedly powerful. Do you dare to take one of my Yamas Summons needles?"

"Hahahahaha, you flatter me, you flatter me. What I came here for is to receive your Yamas Summons.

Meeting Sword Saint Lu, if I don't try the Yamas Summons, wouldn't this trip be in vain? Even if I kill you, I would only feel regret!"

Wu Ming took a step forward, one hand high and one hand low, vast True Qi emanating between his hands.

His Protective Aura expanded; even a strong bow and crossbow attack would not be able to penetrate his body-protecting Protective Aura.

Lu Jiuyuan nodded, gently resting his finger on the tail of the embroidery needle.

Finger Flicking Divine Skill + triple speed + Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill!

Then, he bent his finger.

And flicked.

That embroidery needle disappeared.

"What a Yamas Summons! What an unparalleled Yamas Summons!" Wu Ming slowly retracted his hand, the smile on his face disappearing, replaced by a very grim expression.

"Of course, it's an unparalleled Yamas Summons!" Lu Jiuyuan nodded.

The old man Wu Ming cupped his fists in a bow: "Having witnessed the unparalleled Yamas Summons, I have no regrets in this life. This old man takes his leave!"

"Please!" Lu Jiuyuan raised his hand.

"Thank you!"

Wu Ming turned and walked out the main door, step by step.

"Xiao Jian, who won and who lost?" Shangguan Xueer asked in a low voice. She hadn't quite understood.

"I won, he lost!"

"You just let him go like that?"

"The needle entered his brain through his glabella. An ordinary expert would have died on the spot long ago. He is merely relying on his profound cultivation to temporarily cling to life!" Lu Jiuyuan slowly said.