The girl and her father, who were both hot-tempered in the past, saw two figures rushing out into the distance. She quickly reached for her sword at her waist, ready to draw it out.
The Luohan didn’t even look back or at the girl, he just shook his hand.
Even though he was at the 3rd level of Spiritual Refining Period, with sharp senses, how could he not feel anything?
A stone flew out from his hand like a sharp arrow, making a chilling piercing sound under the Luohan’s strange strength.
In a flash, Hu Han’s face changed drastically as he swiftly pushed his own daughter away.
Suddenly, a loud sound was heard as the stone hit the stone lion at the entrance of the restaurant where Hu Han and his daughter stood, causing the lion’s head to explode, and sending shattered stones splashing onto Hu Wan’s face, leaving tiny bloodstains on her delicate face.
Hu Wan turned pale, looking at Hu Han next to her whose face was darkened, her mind went blank. She lowered her head slightly, her head trembling slightly, as Luohan’s figure passed by in the distance.
Hu Han sighed, blood streaming down from his right wrist, barely grazed by the shattered stone, leaving a long thin bloodstain.
He quietly hid his right hand behind his back, gently rubbing his daughter’s numb head with his unscathed left hand, comforting her:
"Wan’er, in this world, there are no saints who sacrifice themselves for others… You don’t need to blame yourself too much…""Having a sense of righteousness is already better than many people… It’s just a matter of lacking strength."
Before the voice fell.
From the street side came a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, at an unknown time.
These footsteps were numerous, clearly quite fast and urgent, yet surprisingly orderly and neat.
Hu Han seemed to sense something and turned his head to look.
He saw a group of elderly men with gray beards running from the street corners, as many as dozens of people.
Their steps faintly organized, while running they seemed to form a somewhat orderly battle formation, facing towards that Luohan.
Hu Han was slightly stunned.
Although these old people were not wearing military uniforms, for some reason, he always felt that these people… were soldiers, or perhaps experienced veterans!
The leading old man also had gray hair, indicating he was very old, but at this moment, he glared with a commanding presence, shouting at Luohan from a distance:
"You scoundrel! Bullying the Qiao family when they have no one to protect them?"
The old man’s voice was full of energy, clear as a bell.
Far away, Qiao Mu, who was displaying light skills as he left, was slightly surprised, hesitated for a moment and looked back, only to see several familiar faces.
These people… all used to be soldiers who came from the solitary city in the desert.
The leader, a former captain in the army, was Hai Siyuan.
At the edge of the soldiers’ formation, there was a beautifully dressed woman, but Qiao Mu’s attention was focused on the soldiers, just passing by without paying much attention.
"Hmm?" Even Luohan paused for a moment, a smile appearing on his lips.
It’s clear that his jumping skills are not as good as Qiao Mu’s, he might not be able to catch up if he continues chasing.
Judging from the words of these old soldiers, it’s obvious that they know this old man from the Qiao family, so…
He turned around, stopped chasing Qiao Mu, and instead walked slowly towards these old soldiers.
With each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.
"Elder Lao, you can go to the Hai family’s mansion to find my father," Hai Siyuan said confidently.
"Today, let us protect Elder Lao," he declared.
Before the words had even finished, several of the old soldiers had already drawn their bows and shot arrows swiftly, but Luohan easily caught and snapped the arrows.
Undeterred, they formed a formation, wielding swords and spears, surrounding Luohan.
Clearly, they were no match for Luohan.
Even Hu Han’s daughter, Hu Wan, who was not considered to be skilled in martial arts, could see this.
Facing the Luohan with a body unlike mortal flesh, their deaths in battle were only a matter of time.
She was still trapped in the fear of almost losing her life just now, and could only say in a daze:
"Father, didn’t you say… there are no saints in the world who sacrifice themselves for others?"
Hu Han was momentarily speechless.
At this moment, there was the sound of a cane hitting the ground nearby.
It was an elderly man with one leg, equally old with white hair, but standing tall with a firm demeanor, clearly not part of the group of old soldiers.
"This is medicine for your wounds, apply it yourself." He casually tossed over a package of medicine, which Hu Han caught with his left hand.
Hu Wan just noticed her father’s right hand was injured, hanging weakly, and she cried out in shock.
"Your father was right," the one-legged old man sighed softly.
"In this world, there are no true selfless saints, right?"
The old man with a cane turned around, looking at the white-haired old soldiers on the street, his pants fluttering in the wind.
Initially, he asked Qiao Shuangsen who entered the city if the Great Yan’s army was coming back.
At that time, Qiao Shuangsen said he was the leader of the Great Yan’s Immortal Slaying Army, and that Great Yan had oppressed them for forty years. From now on, the Immortal Slaying Army would bear this heavy burden.
Only after these white-headed soldiers crossed the desert did they realize there was no such thing as the Immortal Slaying Army in this world!
They are all lies, they are all deceivers!
The Qiao family member who fooled everyone in the whole town, has already died in the desert.
In this world, there has never been an Immortal Slaying Army, there are only Qiao family members.
The old man with one leg leaned on a cane and said slowly:
"There are no saintly people in the world. Who isn’t afraid of death?"
"It’s just that people’s hearts are made of flesh."
"In the past, a member of the Qiao family died for us. How can we sit back and watch their elderly parents suffer now?"
The Qiao family member risked their life for them many times.
Now they are repaying each other’s kindness, that’s all.
Hu Wan was slightly shocked and fell silent for a moment.
Qiao Canxue closed her eyes and silently listened to these words.
Her surname is also Qiao. Lately, she has been hearing more and more about the Qiao family member. These words and events reminded her of the old days in Yan City… Back then, there was a reckless but determined teenager who insisted on standing up for the Swordsman Jiang Chen, a stranger, and even kidnapped the lord’s son in the streets.
Far away.
Qiao Mu quietly watched the old soldiers forming a battle formation, squinting slightly.
Even though he was very old, his hearing was still very good, and he could hear those words very clearly.
"A group of nosy old men…."
"I was just pretending before."
Qiao Mu let out a light sigh.
There’s no need to fight all the time; one’s own life is the most important.
In life, the most important thing is to be happy.
But….Qiao Mu’s definition of happiness is quite broad.
You made me run, I can’t think clearly anymore, how can I be happy?
He lifted his head again and clenched his fist.
He was always immortal, he wanted to live freely and happily!
When will anyone be able to compete with him in this suicidal situation?
Since I, Qiao Mu, am immortal, I will not let others die because of me in this lifetime!
His whole body’s blood was boiling rapidly, and the thick internal strength that seeped out of his body had an indelible blood color. His skin, covered with age spots, began to turn red, oozing blood from his pores.
"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method!"
In an instant.
His figure seemed to turn into a blood-colored lightning, crossing vast distances in a flash, and also crossing through the soldiers’ battle formation.
Qiao Canxue seemed to sense something and looked up.
The old man’s figure was engulfed by a blood-red aura, the surging aura was like an endless sea.
"Water has no constant form."
"Calm is like a deep pool, movement is like raging waves."
"And today… I want to defeat you!"
"Ripple Stacking Wave Strength·Fourfold Wave!"
The blood-red internal strength boiled almost like rolling waves endlessly, one wave higher than the other, in an instant completely submerging Luohan.
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