Hao Hai and Ke Zhi

Lu Ze furrowed his brows slightly, then turned his head towards the direction of the voice. He saw two individuals leisurely walking into the square, approaching him.

One of them was slender, wearing a blue robe and holding a folding fan, presenting the appearance of a refined prince. The other, unusually robust, wielded a steel knife with a fierce and violent look in his eyes.

"It's them! Hao Hai and Ke Zhi!"

Upon seeing these two, Lu Ze's expression immediately turned cold. These individuals were disciples listed on the Qiantian Sect's Outer Sect Prodigy Ranking, possessing a cultivation level of Seven Postnatal Realm.

They often bullied junior disciples within the Qiantian Sect, extorting pills and spiritual stones. If anyone resisted, they would break their legs. Sometimes they would even secretly ruin their cultivation.

Lu Ze had experienced their "hospitality" before and had been bedridden for a whole month after their "visit".

"Hehe, long time no see, waste. Didn't expect you to be so bold, daring to peep at Senior Sister Mu during her bath!"

Hao Hai sneered at Lu Ze.

"Humph, Hao Hai, who are you trying to deceive?. Peeping at Mu Yunyue's bath? Even if I did want to, we don't belong to the same part of the sect. How's that even work?"

Lu Ze's gaze turned icy, expressing disdain towards this seemingly righteous individual who was more vicious than a scoundrel in reality.

"Hehe, I didn't expect a waste like you, to talk to me like this!"

The smile on Hao Hai's face disappeared, and was replaced by smoldering anger. With his status and identity in the Outer Sect of the Qiantian Sect, which disciple wouldn't tremble like a rabbit in front of him?

This Lu Ze was just a waste, yet he dared to defy him. Truly, he seemed to have a death wish.

"Enough, Hao Hai. Why waste words with this dying person? There's no need to talk so much."

At this moment, Ke Zhi, who had been silent, spoke up. His burly figure stepped forward, glaring at Lu Ze like an enraged tiger.

"Waste, just obediently go and die!"

Before the words had settled, Ke Zhi, like a fierce tiger, lunged towards Lu Ze. Ke Zhi's speed was so extreme that, in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Lu Ze. His steel knife unsheathed, aiming to slash down at Lu Ze.

The blade was sharp, tearing through the air with an ear-piercing whistle. Witnessing this scene, Lu Ze's eyes showed a hint of seriousness. His figure swayed to the side, evading the slashing blade from Ke Zhi.

In the next moment, he mobilized his Qi, exerting force from his waist and abdomen, swinging his right fist. The fist wind howled, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, smashing fiercely into Ke Zhi's chest. In an instant, an enormous force surged.

Caught off guard, Ke Zhi was hit solidly, his body violently retreating several meters before barely stabilizing himself.

"Damn it, how can this waste be so powerful?" Ke Zhi's blood surged violently, and he felt a tearing pain between his organs. He was both shocked and incredulous. The strike he just made wasn't at full strength, but it still possessed seventy percent of his power. It should have been enough to sever the life of someone at the First Postnatal Realm. However, Lu Ze's erupted combat power far exceeded his expectations. Not only did Lu Ze dodge his attack, but he also punched back, dealing a severe blow.

The force contained in that punch required at least the Seven Postnatal Realm to produce. Thanks to the robust physique of Ke Zhi, if it's Hao Hai, he would probably have already succumbed to that punch.

"Die!"

At this moment, Lu Ze unexpectedly took the initiative to strike, taking a step forward, clenching fists, and viciously attacking Ke Zhi.

Ke Zhi was very strong, cultivating a formidable body-refining technique. Lu Ze had to seize the opportunity while Ke Zhi was weakened, quickly resolving the situation; otherwise, once Ke Zhi caught his breath, Lu Ze might be the one in peril.

"Oh no, Hao Hai, help me!"

Seeing this, Ke Zhi was greatly alarmed. His blood and energy hadn't fully recovered, and he could only hastily raise his knife to defend himself while shouting for assistance.

Lu Ze's movements were incredibly agile, and the force in his punches was fierce. In his current state, Ke Zhi was simply not a match.

"Ke Zhi, you're really useless. Do you need me step in to beat a waste like him?"

Hao Hai, observing the situation, expressed his discontent. He simply couldn't believe that Lu Ze could be a match for Ke Zhi. He believed Ke Zhi was just too careless and had given Lu Ze an opportunity.

However, gradually, he realized that the situation was not quite right. Lu Ze's unleashed power seemed to be able to contend with his own. Seeing this, Hao Hai immediately tossed aside his folding fan and drew a soft sword from his waist, stabbing toward Lu Ze.

In an instant, Hao Hai's sword was in Lu Ze's face. Lu Ze, noticing the situation, didn't hesitate, raising his fist to forcefully strike the blade of the soft sword.

Bang! A dull sound echoed, and Lu Ze felt a tremendous force entering his fist, instantly causing his knuckles to burst, and his arm to numb. Before he could react, Hao Hai's sword technique resumed, closing in on him.

Hao Hai's sword technique was ethereal and unpredictable. Although it seemed flashy and impractical, its power was extremely formidable—a renowned profound-level martial skill in the Qiantian Sect, the "Four Square Sword Technique."

The Four Square Sword Technique was famous for its elusive and unpredictable nature. Once mastered, even a Ninth Postnatal Realm expert would not dare to confront it head-on.

Having spent three years in the Qiantian Sect, Lu Ze naturally knew the prowess of this sword technique. He quickly distanced himself, not daring to let this formidable sword technique approach.

"Die!"

At this moment, Ke Zhi had caught his breath, and his eyes reddened like an angry tiger. He rushed towards Lu Ze, raising his steel knife high and chopping down towards Lu Ze's head.

This strike was as swift as a galloping horse, with a dazzling blade and extreme sharpness. Lu Ze's pupils shrank, and in the moment of life and death, he instinctively rolled to the side, avoiding Ke Zhi's blade.

"Die!"

Ke Zhi's blade cut through the air, once again raising the knife. At this moment, he had lost his composure due to Lu Ze's consecutive attacks. As a prodigy listed on the Outer Sect Prodigy Ranking of the Qiantian Sect, being pressed and beaten by a well-known waste was a great humiliation.

If he didn't kill Lu Ze, he would find it hard to dispel the resentment in his heart.

"Get lost!"

At this moment, Lu Ze shouted angrily and launched a fierce whip kick, forcefully kicking Ke Zhi in the stomach.

Boom! Ke Zhi's injuries had not fully healed, relying solely on a burst of energy to sustain himself. Lu Ze's kick precisely dispersed that energy.

Ke Zhi was kicked away, falling heavily to the ground, spitting blood and groaning in pain.

"Ke Zhi!"

Seeing this, Hao Hai's eyes widened, a surge of overwhelming murderous intent bursting forth from his eyes. He stared at Lu Ze as if he wanted to devour him.

"A waste like you dare to challenge me, go to hell!"

Hao Hai was burning with rage. He swung his soft sword, conjuring several dazzling and magnificent sword flowers, enveloping Lu Ze.

The sword radiance was splendid and bright, resembling falling stars, completely shrouding Lu Ze's figure.

"Oh no!"

At this moment, Lu Ze, still recovering from the previous exertion, faced the fierce sword technique of Hao Hai. It was challenging to defend himself, and he could only evade awkwardly.

Indeed, with his current strength, facing both Ke Zhi and Hao Hai was too difficult.

"Don't be afraid. His sword technique relies on deception between real and illusory moves. His first three moves are real attacks, while the other three are feints! Start from the fake ones, avoid his real attacks, and you can break through!"

Just when Lu Ze was forced into a corner by Hao Hai, the old man's voice suddenly sounded in Lu Ze's mind.

Without much thought, Lu Ze quickly followed the old man's advice, bending his body sharply and striking with his right foot, attacking Hao Hai's lower body.

"Chop~"

Soon, Lu Ze's right foot touched the sword shadows created by Hao Hai. Faint sounds echoed as the sword blade cut through Lu Ze's right leg. Threads of bright red blood flowed from Lu Ze's lower leg, bringing waves of pain.

But Lu Ze paid no attention, gritting his teeth, he swung a fierce whip kick.

"Ah!"

A shrill and miserable scream suddenly resounded as Hao Hai's offensive abruptly stopped. His body convulsed violently, suffering in agony on the ground.

It turned out that Lu Ze's whip kick had unerringly struck between Hao Hai's thighs.

"You bastard, playing dirty!"

Hao Hai's vital part was kicked by Lu Ze, and a terrifyingly intense pain overwhelmed him. Countless cold sweats poured out from his forehead, and he lay on the ground, howling in agony.

"Bang!"

However, Lu Ze didn't give him the chance to continue yelling. After knocking down Hao Hai, he immediately leaped up, using the last of his strength to land a heavy punch on Hao Hai's throat, putting an end to his life.

"Playing dirty? What about the two of you attacking me together? After all, you're just a pair of bullies against one."

After the punch, Lu Ze looked at the resentful face of Hao Hai, who died with his eyes wide open, and disdainfully spoke.

Then, he climbed up from the ground, turning his head to look at Ke Zhi, who had been heavily injured and was in pain on the ground.

"You, you waste, do you know what you're doing? Killing a fellow disciple is a serious crime!"

Ke Zhi, currently heavily injured and unable to move, panicked as he shouted with a mixture of fear and defiance.

"Serious crime? Why not bring it out when you two plotted to kill me just now?"

Lu Ze sneered, dragging his injured right foot as he walked towards Ke Zhi.

Previously, Ke Zhi and Hao Hai had tried to kill him. If it weren't for the mysterious old man's guidance, he would have already lost his life under Hao Hai's sword.

Now, Ke Zhi dared to warn him about the sect rules, which was truly ridiculous. If the sect rules of the Qiantian Sect were really inviolable, how could Ke Zhi and Hao Hai act so arrogantly?

How could Mu Yunyue, in front of everyone, cripple him with just a finger?

"Damn it, listen carefully. We are acting under the orders of Xiao Zhenting, Senior Brother Xiao. If you kill us, Senior Brother Xiao will never let you go!"

Seeing that the sect rules couldn't restrain Lu Ze, Ke Zhi, trembling in fear, hastily mentioned his backing.

"Xiao Zhenting?"

Lu Ze's expression changed upon hearing this name.

Xiao Zhenting was different from Ke Zhi and Hao Hai. He was known as a rare genius for a hundred years, hailed as the future successor of the Qiantian Sect.

Such a character actually dispatched people to secretly harm him?

"Hahaha, scared, aren't you, waste? Senior Brother Xiao has been pursuing Mu Yunyue. You offended him, and if you don't die, who will?"

"If you are sensible, help me up. Once I recover from my injuries, maybe I can help you explain the situation..."

Ke Zhi, seeing Lu Ze's changing expression, thought he was afraid and burst into laughter.

In the entire Qiantian Sect, no one wasn't afraid of Xiao Zhenting. Even the elders of the sect would show three points of deference. Not to mention that Lu Ze was just an outer disciple.

Now, Ke Zhi just needed to stabilize this fool, and once he recovered, he could bring Lu Ze's head to Senior Brother Xiao Zhenting for commendation. By then, Senior Brother Xiao would certainly not mistreat him.

"Crack!"

However, before he could finish his words, Lu Ze suddenly made a move. Seizing the moment before Ke Zhi could react, he delivered a powerful kick to his throat, ending his life completely.

"Helping me? Haha, I'm afraid I won't even know how I'll die when the time comes!"

Lu Ze spat on Ke Zhi, who lay on the ground with a wide-open mouth in death, expressing his disgust.

The name Xiao Zhenting was indeed intimidating, but Lu Ze was not easily frightened. After three years in the Qiantian Sect and dealing with Mu Yunyue's betrayal, Lu Ze was no longer the naive young man he used to be. If he were to believe Ke Zhi's nonsense, he wouldn't know how he'd end up.