Chapter 118: You Want to Die Too? Then Die

The sudden turn of events left the crowd in a state of stunned disbelief.

“You bastard! You haven’t even officially entered the Holy Land or joined a Hall, yet you dare to be so arrogant!”

“Senior Brother Wu Chi, are you alright? Don’t worry; today, we will avenge this humiliation for you!”

“Kid, kneel down immediately, cripple your own cultivation, and apologize to Senior Brother Wu Chi. Otherwise, we’ll kill you!”

The other disciples stepped forward one after another, hurling threats. Although Wu Chi was only from the 3rd Grade Hall, he had a very close relationship with Hu Qing of the 9th Grade Hall. Consequently, these disciples were all eager to suck up to him.

“What are you all standing around for? Kill him for me!”

Wu Chi scrambled up from the ground, his face covered in dust and his expression contorted with rage. His head was still ringing, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He never would have imagined that he, a senior, would be so humiliated by a newcomer who had just arrived. This was a monumental disgrace!

At this moment, the other new disciples were trembling with fear. Some had even retreated into the corners, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and Lu Jin, terrified of being implicated by his actions.

After all, they were newcomers. They couldn’t fathom how Lu Jin could be so incredibly audacious!

Beside Lu Jin, Yan Mo stood her ground. Even though she knew she was no match for the group, she showed no sign of backing down.

Tang Liu was gritting his teeth. Since they came from the same sect, Lu Jin’s behavior made him feel extremely nervous.

However, while he didn’t strike out like Yan Mo, he bravely stepped forward.

“Seniors! My Shidi is reckless by nature. Please, be the bigger men and overlook his mistake. Once we enter the Holy Land, we will surely hand over all our treasures to you! Please—”

“Get lost!”

Before Tang Liu could finish, Wu Chi leaped up and delivered a stinging slap across his face.

Lu Jin watched this unfold. Without a word, he walked over and saw the clear palm print on Tang Liu’s face. His eyes instantly turned bone-chillingly cold.

“Junior Brother Lu!”

Tang Liu seemed to sense something in Lu Jin’s eyes. He reached out and grabbed Lu Jin’s arm. He didn’t speak, but he shook his head with desperate sincerity.

“What the hell is there to fear!”

Lu Jin knew what he was worried about, but he couldn’t stomach this!

Before his voice even faded, a crisp sound rang out.

Bang!

A palm condensed from Spiritual Qi struck out instantly. However, the force was so immense that Wu Chi’s head simply exploded.

Gulp!

The crowd was plunged into a state of absolute shock. Their Adam’s apples bobbed as they swallowed hard, but not a single person could utter a word.

No one expected a new disciple to be so ferocious. He hadn’t even been assigned to a Hall yet, but he dared to kill a disciple of the Holy Land!

“Uh…”

Tang Liu looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears left.

He knew that even if he kowtowed until his head bled now, there was no turning back.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have tried to protect this reckless fellow!

He was trembling from head to toe with anxiety.

But after her initial daze, Yan Mo suddenly burst out laughing.

“Hmph, Senior Brother Lu Jin, you’re magnificent! This kind of dog that relies on others’ power to bully people deserves to be killed!”

Lu Jin glanced back at her. This princess had a rather bold and straightforward personality; not bad at all.

“Senior Brother Hu Qing, he… he actually killed Senior Brother Wu Chi!”

“What an arrogant thing, seeking his own death!”

“Lu Jin, was it? You’re dead!”

The expressions of the disciples from the various Halls were complex and cold, filled with disbelief. Wu Chi’s cultivation was at the 4th Layer Jindan, yet he was slapped to death just like that?

Furthermore, he had been turned into a headless corpse. It was too gruesome!

*Cr-crack!*

Hu Qing ground his teeth so hard they made a snapping sound. He stared at Lu Jin, then suddenly let out a thunderous roar.

“You newcomers! Whoever kills him on the spot, I will personally accept into the number one hall of the Outer Sect, the 9th Grade Hall!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the group of new disciples shuddered.

None of them expected him to be so wicked as to make them deal with Lu Jin.

They didn’t dare offend the Holy Land, but Lu Jin wasn’t someone they could afford to provoke either!

In the crowd, Duan Tianchou’s eyes also flashed with a cold light. He had intended to endure and stay hidden, but was he unable to avoid this after all?

“What, you don’t dare?”

Hu Qing’s gaze swept over the crowd. His eyes were icy, and his voice was full of contempt.

“Since you don’t dare, then all of you can get lost!”

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expression changed.

“Senior Brother Hu, you can’t say that. We all went through the selection at the Eight Desolations Blood Dragon Altar to get here!”

“You can’t let one person implicate the rest of us!”

“We come from different sects and have no grudge against Lu Jin. Senior Brother Hu, please don’t do this.”

The crowd felt helpless and could only speak up boldly.

“Heh, you don’t dare? A bunch of useless trash. My Blood Moon Holy Land won’t accept garbage like you!”

Hu Qing sneered, his eyes filled with nothing but disdain.

“Who do you think you are!”

Right then, Yan Mo stepped forward to speak.

As the little princess of the Tianxuan Empire, she naturally didn’t hold these people in high regard. Even if her combat strength was inferior, she wouldn’t bow her head just because the opponent’s cultivation was stronger.

Hearing this, Hu Qing’s gaze turned playful. His cold eyes scanned Yan Mo’s body.

“Heh, I told you to kill Lu Jin just now. Now, add this woman to the list. However, I want her alive. Capture her, cripple her cultivation, and throw her onto my bed. I’ll properly teach her how to be a woman!”

The moment those words left his mouth, Yan Mo prepared to charge forward, but Lu Jin stopped her.

He took a single step. No one saw how he moved, but he was instantly in front of Hu Qing. Hu Qing only felt his vision go dark as two daggers of Spiritual Qi pierced his eyes. Blood sprayed violently from his sockets.

“Ahhh!”

A scream like a slaughtered pig rang out, a sound that made everyone’s scalp tingle.

Everyone was pale with fright.

They didn’t expect that Lu Jin would not only dare to kill, but would also dare to attack Hu Qing!

The 9th Grade Hall was the number one hall of the Outer Sect, an existence that no one in the entire Outer Sect dared to provoke. Its disciples were all elites, and disciples from other Halls were always respectful when they met them.

Yet Lu Jin had dared to poke his eyes out!

For a moment, the crowd was too terrified to speak.

The group of new disciples was completely speechless.

Some even regretted coming to report alongside Lu Jin.

“Ah! Kill him! Kill him for me! My eyes! Ahhh—”

Hu Qing’s eyes were in agonizing pain. Blood poured frantically from the sockets as the sensation pierced straight to his skull. He struggled and roared like a madman, ordering people to kill Lu Jin.

“Noisy.”

Lu Jin frowned. Another dagger of Spiritual Qi manifested and stabbed directly through Hu Qing’s mouth.

The dagger went in through the mouth and out through the back of the head, instantly claiming Hu Qing’s life.

Then, a shroud of black light descended. The corpses of both Hu Qing and Wu Chi vanished on the spot.

“Lu Jin! You are incredibly audacious! The Holy Land will never let you go!”

One disciple could no longer endure it and began to shout.

“I’m going to call an Elder right now! You’re dead!”

The atmosphere on the scene was tense to the breaking point.

Yet Lu Jin remained as calm as ever, his voice indifferent.

“You want to die too?”

As he spoke, the Spiritual Qi in his hand whistled.

“Then die.”

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Footnotes:

TN1: Fear what hammer (怕个锤子): A Sichuan/Southwestern dialect slang meaning ”What’s there to be afraid of?” or ”Fear my foot!” Lu Jin uses it here to dismiss Tang Liu’s concerns with aggressive confidence.