CHAPTER 94: CHAPTER 94: THE PRAYING MANTIS CAUGHT BY THE YELLOW SPARROW

Seeing that Lu Zhiwei and Lu Changfeng had already taken action, it was clear that the previous warning was in vain, and there was nothing more to discuss. Liang Zhennan’s expression turned ruthless.

He wielded the Evil Moon Treasure Wheel, which flew out from the back of his head to meet the Zhaoyun Sword, clashing with a dull clang.

Upon contact, both magical artifacts were evenly matched, neither overcoming the other.

The next moment, facing the Six Paths of Fiery Sword Qi, Liang Zhennan deployed the Black Shield to block Lu Changfeng’s attack.

At the same time, the Evil Moon Treasure Wheel spun abruptly in the air, its blade gleaming with a cold metallic glint, slashing straight for Lu Changfeng’s neck.

He intended to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, intimidating Lu Zhiwei and Song Minghui with absolute strength, so that they wouldn’t dare to continue assisting Yuan Lang and the other two.

But Liang Zhennan’s plan to conclude matters with this single attack was destined to fail.

Equipped with the Golden Armor, Lu Changfeng faced this attack without flinching, directly summoning a golden light from the Treasure Armor to shield himself, while commanding the Blazing Sword Box to counterattack.

First, the protective light shield from the Treasure Armor resisted the Evil Moon Treasure Wheel, and then, Lu Changfeng engaged in close combat, summoning the Golden Qian Mother and Child Blade, matching Liang Zhennan blow for blow.

After exchanging over a dozen moves, Lu Changfeng showed no sign of being at a disadvantage.

The Golden Qian Mother and Child Blade was highly beneficial for Lu Changfeng in close combat.

"Who exactly are you?"

Experiencing firsthand Lu Changfeng’s impressive strength, and with Lu Zhiwei also looking difficult to deal with, especially with the opponent’s silvery Flying Sword appearing to be a Tier Two Spiritual Artifact,

A Qi Cultivator possessing a Tier Two Spiritual Artifact must be an elite disciple of either a family or sect, with considerable backing.

Liang Zhennan felt a bit apprehensive.

"Who we are is not something you need to know."

Lu Zhiwei spoke sternly, taking the opportunity to assist Lu Changfeng in launching an attack.

The others, Song Minghui, Yuan Lang, and the others, no longer had any intention of watching, and all began wielding their magical artifacts, unleashing their trump cards in an all-out assault on Liang Zhennan.

The Evil Moon Treasure Wheel displayed its demonic might, causing all Tier One Spiritual Artifacts present to retreat, avoiding direct confrontation.

Only the Zhaoyun Sword met it head-on, continuing to entangle with the Evil Moon Treasure Wheel in a difficult struggle.

Lu Changfeng, utilizing the traits of the Blazing Sword Box, frequently unleashed Blazing Sword Qi to bombard the Evil Moon Treasure Wheel. Each successful hit caused the wheel to tremble slightly in the air, causing Liang Zhennan to struggle in response.

Six against one, among them, Lu Zhiwei and Lu Changfeng alone could engage Liang Zhennan one-on-one without falling behind.

Now, with four companions assisting, they quickly gained the upper hand.

The battle here was extremely intense, meanwhile, at the back of an Earth God Temple in Celestial Water Town, not far from the conflict, three Hengyue Sect disciples watched the battle in the distance.

The leader, an older male cultivator appearing to be in his fifties, squinted upon seeing Lu Changfeng and his group.

"Why are Lu Changfeng and Lu Zhiwei here? Are they specifically here to eliminate demon cultivators?"

As soon as he spoke, the cultivator to his right, who bore some resemblance to him, snorted disapprovingly.

"The Cyan Mountain Sect is already barely managing on its own yet they still have the mind to care about demon cultivators. I think they’re just asking for trouble and will eventually bring calamity upon themselves."

"Alright, let’s not worry about how the Cyan Mountain Sect plays with fire. Those other three look unfamiliar, not like disciples of Cyan Mountain Sect. Do you recognize them?"

The last speaker was a middle-aged, beautifully dressed woman in purple named Lei Yajing, an elite disciple of Hengyue Sect, who had reached the Ninth-Layer Qi Cultivation and was expected to attempt Foundation Establishment within three years.

She was the head of the three here.

The other two were brothers, the eldest being Wei He, and the other Wei Heng, sons of the Foundation Establishment Elder Wei Wuya, both at the Seventh-Layer Qi Cultivation level.

Their journey was meant to be an experience trip, and it was by chance during their passage through Celestial Water Town that they discovered it had been massacred, prompting their investigation.

They had only just begun their investigation when they discovered Lu Changfeng’s group fighting demon cultivators.

Wei He glanced at Yuan Lang and the other two from afar and shook his head, "They look quite unfamiliar, also not disciples of the Cyan Mountain Sect."

"I haven’t seen them either."

Wei Heng also shook his head repeatedly, then asked, "So do we continue observing, or should we leave quickly?"

The Hengyue Sect and the Cyan Mountain Sect have long-standing enmity that can’t easily be resolved, and whenever disciples from the two sects meet outside, clashes, verbal or violent, are inevitable.

Now, having encountered Lu Changfeng and Lu Zhiwei here, a murderous intent stirred within Wei Heng’s heart.

But seeing demon cultivators present, recalling the plight of Celestial Water Town’s citizens, he couldn’t help but hesitate in his heart about what to do next.

"There’s finally such an opportunity, to eliminate the Lu siblings, severely impacting the Cyan Mountain Sect. How could we easily leave?"

As the older brother, Wei He glared fiercely at Wei Heng, "Our Wei family’s great-grandfather died by the hand of the Cyan Mountain Sect’s Golden Core Ancestor, Lu Ping. Have you forgotten this great hatred over the years!"

"I haven’t forgotten, I haven’t forgotten."

Wei Heng shook his head repeatedly.

It turned out these two were descendants of the Hengyue Sect’s Golden Core Ancestor, Wei Laozu.

Wei Laozu, the only Golden Core Cultivator of Hengyue Sect over forty years ago, and the sect’s founding patriarch, had a not insignificant reputation in the Chu Kingdom, with past grudges against Lu Ping and other Golden Core Cultivators.

Among them, his enmity with Lu Ping was most profound, seriously affecting the relations between the two sects.

Due to disputes over sect interests, Lu Ping had struck down Wei Laozu, causing his demise downstream on the Lingxi, leading to Hengyue Sect officially viewing the Cyan Mountain Sect as a mortal enemy.

Thinking of how Wei Laozu died by the hand of the Cyan Mountain Sect’s Lu Ping, and now with Lu Ping’s two children in front of him, Wei He’s eyes gleamed with a murderous light.

"If the Lu siblings can die at the hands of this demon cultivator, all the better. If they survive by sheer luck after the battle, they’ll likely be exhausted and depleted of magical power, giving us a chance to strike."

"You mean to kill the Lu siblings here?"

Lei Yajing turned her head towards Wei He, her gaze solemn.

"Exactly."

Wei He nodded heavily and said in a deep voice, "It’s a rare opportunity; we might as well observe the battle here and decide afterward based on the results."

"No matter the sect system protecting the Cyan Mountain Sect, as long as we slay the Lu siblings in Celestial Water Town, we can completely blame their deaths on demon cultivators, without worrying about drawing sect retribution."

"Moreover, it’s only two Cyan Mountain Sect disciples, not an all-out attack on the sect’s stronghold to destroy its foundation. The Dubhe Institute probably wouldn’t bother with it."

Saying this, Wei He asked Lei Yajing for assistance: "If needed later, please assist us, Senior Sister Lei, and there will be ample rewards afterward."

Upon hearing this, Lei Yajing did not immediately reply.

Instead, after pondering and feeling that Wei He’s argument made sense, she did not hesitate any longer, promptly agreeing.

"Alright."