Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing-Chapter 181: Crossing Hands (II)

By now, dusk had fallen, and the streets had grown quiet, with far fewer people about. When night fully descended and the night market opened, the streets would bustle once more.

Soon, the group chasing Liang Song arrived at a restaurant.

"So, you still came."

When Liang Song saw them, a complicated look crossed his face. Yan Jun's appearance confirmed that he had truly betrayed him. More than twenty years of friendship was reduced to a cruel joke.

"Don't blame me." Yan Jun walked over, sat across from Liang Song, and said calmly, "Why didn't you run?"

"Heh, do you think I could?"

A mocking smile tugged at Liang Song's lips. Within Bafang City, Yan Jun and his group would have to show some restraint as they couldn't act recklessly in public. But once outside the city, he would face a full encirclement from the Forest Net Temple's experts.

"Heh. Weren't you supposed to have many friends? Why haven't you gone running to them?" Ge Wuning sneered.

He and the others sat down beside Liang Song, as if they were merely old acquaintances catching up. Mentioning friends was like rubbing salt into Liang Song's wounds.

"Heh."

Liang Song let out a soft scoff, ignoring Ge Wuning completely, his gaze fixed coldly on Yan Jun.

Friends? Heh, even a friend of over twenty years like Yan Jun had turned on me.

Besides Yan Jun, he had a few other friends in Bafang City. However, none of them were as powerful as Yan Jun. Turning to them would only bring ruin upon them once the mighty Forest Net Temple got involved.

He had sought out Yan Jun in the first place precisely because the man was strong enough to stand against the Forest Net Temple's influence. He never expected that...

Yan Jun picked up a wine jug and poured two cups, one for Liang Song, one for himself, before saying lightly, "Surrender quietly. It'll save you some pain."

It was as if he were merely discussing a trivial matter.

"Why?" Liang Song asked quietly.

"No reason," replied Yan Jun, offering no real answer. He knew exactly what Liang Song meant, but he didn't want to explain; it was not a matter he took pride in.

"Heh, what a righteous gentleman you are," Liang Song said coldly.

Bang!

In an instant, the entire table exploded into splinters. Moving with blinding speed, Liang Song whipped his right leg out like a lash, aiming a fierce strike at the weakest among them—Ge Bing.

Bang!

But Ge Wuning had long been prepared. His right hand shot out like an eagle's talon, clamping down hard on Liang Song's calf.

Whoosh.

A cold smile crossed Liang Song's face as he twisted sharply, his other leg lashing toward Ge Wuning's chest.

Ge Bing hastily backed away, not daring to get close. He knew his own strength was lacking. If he got too near, a single mistake could spell disaster. Meanwhile, Wu Shentao and Yan Jun remained seated as if nothing were happening.

The gusts from Liang Song and Ge Wuning's clash howled past their faces, yet neither of them flinched.

"Brother Yan, do it!" Ge Wuning took Liang Song's kick on his body and shouted loudly. He was older, his blood qi noticeably weakened; against the younger Liang Song of similar skill, his strength fell far short.

"Sigh..." Yan Jun sighed and slowly stood up.

Why don't you just surrender?

He truly did not want to strike someone he'd known for over twenty years. Blood qi surged through his body as Yan Jun's right palm rose lightly. It seemed slow, yet in the blink of an eye it was before Liang Song.

Boom!

A dull explosion rang out in front of Liang Song's chest. Yan Jun felt as if his palm had struck a thick iron wall as a terrifying force slammed back at him. He was blasted backward several paces.

Crunch, crack.

His legs slammed onto the wooden floorboards, punching a hole with each step. He staggered back three steps before finally halting. Meanwhile, to the side. Ge Wuning was flung like a ragged sack, smashing through several tables and then through a wooden wall before being hurled out of the restaurant.

"Father!"

"Brother Ge!"

Ge Bing and Wu Shentao cried out in alarm at the same time. Everything happened so fast.

"So strong!"

Yan Jun's arm tingled as he fixed a grave look on Lin Zheyu. Earlier, the man had been sitting nearby with no aura at all, appearing like an ordinary person. Before he even noticed, that person erupted like a ferocious beast, trading blows with him, and he had been forcefully driven back!

"Thank you!" Liang Song turned to Lin Zheyu and said solemnly, a hint of helplessness on his face. He had not wanted Lin Zheyu's help, but no matter what, he couldn't shake him off. He had no choice but to accept the assistance passively.

"Who are you, and why did you interfere?" Yan Jun asked in a low voice.

"I help where I see injustice," Lin Zheyu replied coolly, assuming the air of a superior cultivator. He looked at Liang Song and continued, "Are these men all your enemies? Shall I cut them down for you?"

Lin Zheyu spoke calmly, his tone laced with domineering force.

The earlier clash had left him brimming with confidence. A Mountain Shattering Palm at eighty percent power had easily driven Yan Jun back, so this Marrow Refining Realm martial artist did not seem so formidable after all.

It seems my strength has already reached the level of a Marrow Refining Realm martial artist. If I use the Raging Wind Slash, even among Marrow Refining Realm martial artists, I should rank in the upper tier, Lin Zheyu thought to himself.

Just now, Yan Jun hadn't gone all out, but neither had he. The Mountain Shattering Palm was no longer his most powerful technique. With a treasured blade in hand, unleashing the Raging Wind Slash could generate a strike twelve times stronger than normal.

At that point, he could probably kill Yan Jun outright on the spot. Still, as a veteran Marrow Refining Realm martial artist, Yan Jun surely had his own trump cards, so he dared not underestimate him.

"Not him. Only those two."

Liang Song shook his head, pointing at Ge Bing and the injured Ge Wuning, who was being helped back into the restaurant. He had many enemies once, but most had already been dealt with by him. Only Ge Wuning remained alive. Ge Bing was merely collateral.

"Oh," Lin Zheyu said coolly.

As soon as his words fell, his figure vanished from sight. Ge Wuning, Ge Bing, and Wu Shentao's expressions changed drastically.

"Hmph! Do you think I don't exist?" Yan Jun roared.

Yan Jun snorted coldly, stepped forward, and threw a fierce punch, the wind howling from his fist. Facing the attack, a faint smile curved at Lin Zheyu's lips. His blood qi burst forth with explosive force; what had flowed normally now surged according to the burst technique's pattern.

Lin Zheyu's speed soared instantly, increasing fourfold.

Boom!

The wooden floor beneath him exploded as Lin Zheyu vanished, reappearing in an instant above Ge Wuning and Ge Bing. A fierce wind roared from his palms as both hands struck downward in unison.

Bang.

Crack, crack!

A terrifying sound echoed as skulls shattered. Both men's heads burst open like melons, blood splattering in all directions.

"You wretch, how dare you?" Yan Jun roared furiously.

Lin Zheyu's sudden outburst caught him completely off guard. No, even if he had been prepared, Yan Jun knew he couldn't match that speed. He was too fast and too strong! Few, even among Marrow Refining Realm martial artists who specialized in leg techniques, could reach such astonishing speed.

Boom!

Yan Jun charged forward, and a long saber appeared in his hand.

Whoosh!

The saber swept horizontally toward Lin Zheyu's waist. A terrifying momentum qi rose from his body, carrying a heat like flames, making Lin Zheyu feel as though his very spirit was being scorched.

"This momentum... It's fire?"

Lin Zheyu was surprised, as this was the first time he had encountered someone who had comprehended a fire-aligned momentum. But mere momentum posed little threat to him. If it were intent, however, he would have been wary.

Activating the Ten Thousand Troop Steps, Lin Zheyu sidestepped the saber with agile precision and, in a flash, appeared beside the fleeing Wu Shentao. To avoid revealing his identity, he refrained from using the Golden Goose Technique, relying instead on his modified Ten Thousand Troop Steps. Though slightly slower, it was still far faster than Yan Jun could follow.

Sensing the rush of killing wind, Wu Shentao turned in terror and screamed, "No!"

The scream was cut short as a blast of palm wind struck his face, followed by the sharp crack of shattering bones. Wu Shentao collapsed without another sound.

"Go!"

Having slain three members of the Forest Net Temple in quick succession, Lin Zheyu grabbed Liang Song and, with a swift step, bolted out of the restaurant. He wasn't confident he could finish off Yan Jun quickly; after eliminating the three, he chose to retreat at once, unwilling to be drawn into a prolonged fight. If he kept fighting and attracted experts from the Abyss Sect or the city patrols, he'd only be inviting unnecessary trouble.