Chapter 53: Single-handedly Storming the Tiger's Lair

  The hall was still quiet, including those dozen or so high-level martial artists, many of whom were in a state of shock.

  Yue Yu settled the four men at the door in an extremely short time, just a few breaths, and the four martial artists either abandoned their swords or fell to the ground, completely losing their combat effectiveness. As a result, the low-level martial artists still hadn't reacted, while those at the front were slightly surprised. They began to seriously size up the strange dwarf at the door, as well as the thin, tall man holding a large pile of knives and swords.

  In any case, someone who can take down four low-level martial artists with a snap of their fingers is already enough to draw their attention. In fact, the dwarf's calm demeanor was something that even an ordinary sixth-level martial artist might not be able to achieve.

  "Haha, how interesting! Brother Yunjie, nowadays in Yuejia City, even a small first-level martial artist can bully people at the door?"

  Hong Zheng, who was sitting at the head of the banquet on the left side of the great hall, turned his head with a faint smile. He is already over 40 years old this year and is approaching his later years. However, due to good maintenance, that handsome face looks like it's only in its early thirties, especially when he smiles, there's a special charm that makes people feel refreshed.

  But at this time, Yue Yunwen did not have such a feeling at all. His face was gloomy and his eyes were filled with a thread of violent anger.

  Although Yue Yu had indeed gathered his breath well, he was only at the tenth level of internal energy cultivation and could not deceive a strong man like him who was close to the peak of the post-heaven. And even if this person's cultivation method and sword technique were slightly special, it still couldn't deny the fact that this dwarf was just a small first-class martial artist.

  This made Yue Yunwen feel extremely embarrassed, he didn't understand how this person had managed to get past the arrow tower and the patroling martial artists, and appear here. However, without a doubt, in front of this Dancheng City's Canglang Sword King who was standing beside him, the Yue family was indeed losing face! Especially since the safety of this city lord's banquet was arranged by his own hands, which made him feel even more awkward.

  Yue Yongjie, however, was completely nonchalant. He first looked at the figures of the two people in front of him with a hint of puzzlement, then leisurely picked up a piece of food from the dish and put it into his mouth.

  "Brother Hong is just joking, it's only a small trouble, the young ones can solve it themselves, let's continue drinking!"

  "Really?"

  Hong Zheng narrowed his eyes and smiled again, bringing the wine cup to his lips. "Since Brother Yunjie says so, I'll wait with bated breath then!"

  He said so with his mouth, and he did the same. Hong Zheng drank up the wine in his cup and looked at the door with interest. In his heart, he didn't think much of the strange combination of one tall and one short in front of the door, but being able to make such simple sword moves should still count for something, which made him slightly expectant.

  Just as the people in the hall were staring at the entrance with strange eyes, Yue Yu was also observing the main hall of the city master's mansion. What made him feel even more helpless was that Yue Yunjie and Yue Yunwen, the two pillars of the long house, were both in the hall - this was the worst situation he had expected. However, the current situation did not allow him to retreat either.

  Ignoring the murderous intent in Yue Yunwen's eyes, Yue Yu scanned the surroundings. In the hall, there were about eighty people, among whom ten or so had four to six silver lines on their sleeves. The rest were low-level martial artists below the third level, as well as twenty or so young masters with a certain status and qualifications who were qualified to follow their elders to attend. Among these people, some had mocking faces, some had puzzled faces, and some even had angry and murderous intentions. At this moment, when the eyes of more than sixty powerful martial artists converged on one place, the overwhelming pressure also surged forth like a mountain range.

  This strength is much stronger than he expected, and it's estimated that the hands in this hall are almost a quarter of the strength of the main house of the Yue family. From this point of view, Yue Yongjie's intention to form an alliance with Dan Yun City is indeed somewhat sincere.

  Yue Yu's breath was first stifled, and then he laughed awkwardly. In his heart, this scene was somewhat like the last S-level mission in his previous life, when he single-handedly infiltrated the poison king's lair. Only this time, his opponent was far stronger than his enemies back then. The only question was, could he escape unscathed today?

  He tightened the belt of his golden crow sword for the last time, adjusted the hilt to the most convenient position to draw it out, and then stepped into the hall without hesitation. At this moment, his thoughts settled down quickly, entering a state of clarity and calmness, all anxiety and worries disappeared in an instant, leaving only a heroic spirit in his mind, with nothing else but the sword in his hand.

  Behind Yue Yu, Lin Zhuo hesitated slightly. He had originally thought that Yue Yu might be going to take action against the Jin family father and son, and the method would be nothing more than assassinating them like he did with Arrow Tower previously. But what Yue Yu did afterwards was unexpectedly open and aboveboard, standing in front of the main hall of the city lord's mansion!

  Are these weapons in his hands just for this moment? Does he really have no fear of the nearly hundred strong men inside the palace?

  At this moment, Lin Zhuo's mind flashed with thousands of thoughts, and when the picture in his mind finally froze on the moment when he fell to the ground with a sword in the backyard a few hours ago. Lin Zhuo finally waved away the last bit of hesitation in his heart, closely followed by Yue Yu, stepped across the threshold.

  At this moment, the dozen or so armored warriors who were originally following the four martial artists to guard the gate had retreated far away, loudly calling out for people nearby. Among them was even a sharp whistle made of bamboo, which echoed throughout the entire city master's mansion. However, the first to make trouble were the dozen or so martial artists sitting in the hall near the door.

  "How dare you trespass into the city lord's mansion and harm someone from my wife's family! You have a lot of nerve!"

  A purple-golden knife shadow, in no way inferior to Lin Zhuo's full-force strike, instantly tore through tens of meters of space and shot straight towards the direction where Yue Yu was. Although the knife had not yet arrived, the two people at the entrance already felt a chill run down their spines as if they were being cut by a sharp blade, and they early on sensed an aura that seemed to want to destroy everything!

  Yue Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, thinking that the Yue family was indeed hiding dragons and sleeping tigers. Looking at his age, which was no more than twenty, there were already two silver lines on his sleeves, and the knife technique he used was not inferior to Lin Zhuo's Chong Xiao Bi Xie Sword. But he didn't know which one of his more than 20 older cousins this was?

  His mind was racing, but the speed of Yue's sword in his hand was even faster. He didn't want to get entangled with these people, so he drew a small circle with his sword, using a condensed force to slightly pull away the blade. In the midst of the clash between swords and knives, he took advantage of the momentum to make a swift move. Then, from beside his ear came the sound of clashing weapons - it was the two men who had originally intended to attack him from both sides, but under the influence of his sword's pull, they simultaneously shifted away, only to collide with each other instead.

  With a casual swing of his sword, he cut the muscles of these two men's arms and then infused a wisp of chaotic true energy into them, rendering them temporarily immobile. Afterwards, Yue Yu's footsteps were uninterrupted as he walked straight towards Hong Fei who was sitting in the third seat at the head of the table. And with every sword move he made, more than half would cause someone to stumble back violently. The large marble floor would also inevitably be splattered with a few drops of fresh blood.

  And behind him, Lin Zhuo took big strides, his breathing getting heavier and heavier, the focus in his pupils starting to blur. At this time, in his mind, there was only one thing that kept coming back - the sword light in Yue Yu's hand, like a dream, an illusion, swift as a white horse passing by, and those fragile, seemingly vulnerable warriors. Then, gradually, there was only one thought left.

  In this world, there are actually people like that! Using the weak to overcome the strong, using the few to defeat the many, yet they can roam freely for a hundred steps without encountering a single worthy opponent.

  In a daze, Lin Zhuo only felt that the weak young man's back was like a mountain, almost impossible to climb.

  "Change swords!"

  Yue Yu's intentionally lowered voice startled Lin Zhuo's mind. He looked up to see that it was the steel sword in Yue Yu's hand, which had finally opened a few gaps after colliding with other weapons. Lin Zhuo almost subconsciously took out a Qinggang sword and handed it over backwards, while Yue Yu also decisively abandoned his original weapon and seized the opportunity during a brief gap in the battle to take the new sword from Lin Zhuo's hand.

  At this time, Yue Yu's eyes were already filled with a heavy color. Among the enemies in front of him, the figure of a mid-tier martial artist had finally appeared. That incredibly solid sword aura, if not for his own inner breath having reached the tenth layer of the Great Chaos True Power, would not have been qualified to be stirred up by him.