Chapter 613: You bastard, how dare you betray me?!

Xu Feng chuckled, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes: "Brother Chen, don't worry! I've made inquiries. Although Lu Yu is somewhat famous, he is only a Soul King of level 50. He has a little girl with him, who is probably also at the Soul King level.

He was dressed elegantly and must have quite a few soul coins on him.

Let's strike first, grab the soul coins and leave, and keep them safe!"

Chen Jiaming frowned, feeling vaguely uneasy: “But I heard that Lu Yu performed well in the killing field, I’m afraid he has some trump cards.

Let's be careful and test it out first."

Xu Feng didn't take it seriously and waved his hand: "Brother Chen, you're just too cautious! What kind of waves can a level 50 kid cause? Let's make a quick decision, grab it and run. I don't think he can catch up!"

As he spoke, he took out a soul power talisman from his arms and handed it to Chen Jiaming, “This is a teleportation talisman, it can save your life at a critical moment.

You keep it, just in case."

Chen Jiaming took the talisman paper, nodded, and felt relieved: "Okay, let's get started.

After you succeed, send a signal to gather the troops, and we will find out the details of this guy."

After the two men finished their discussion, they quietly climbed over the courtyard wall and sneaked into Lu Yu's residence.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the rustling of the breeze through the treetops.

Xu Feng's eyes flashed with excitement, and he whispered, "Brother Chen, let's do it!"

At this moment, a cold voice came from the courtyard, with a hint of teasing: "What brings you here so late at night?"

Xu Feng and Chen Jiaming were startled and looked in the direction of the voice. They saw Lu Yu standing with his hands behind his back on the bluestone. His eyes were calm but with a hint of coldness.

Xiao Wu stood beside him, her pretty face full of curiosity, not a bit nervous.

Xu Feng's eyes rolled, and he chuckled, "Lu Yu, right? We brothers see that you are dressed well, so you must have a lot of soul coins.

If you know what's good for you, hand over 100,000 soul coins and we'll let you go!"

Hearing this, Lu Yu sneered, "One hundred thousand soul coins? I do have tens of millions of soul coins, but...it depends on whether you have the ability to take them."

Xu Feng was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "Boy, if you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you! Just wait and see how I deal with you!"

He suddenly took a step forward, his soul power burst out, and his right fist, accompanied by a whistling sound of wind, hit Lu Yu's chest directly.

His punches were swift and powerful, and he obviously had some foundation in martial arts. His soul power had even reached the level of a fifty-fourth-level soul king, and he had a very impressive aura.

Lu Yu stood there, motionless, just gently raised his right palm to meet Xu Feng's fist.

Bang! As their fists collided, Xu Feng felt an overwhelming force surge through his fists, numbing his arms and causing him to involuntarily take three steps back.

"How can it be?!"

Xu Feng widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

He was confident that his soul power was four levels higher than Lu Yu's, and he had a foundation in martial arts. Even if this punch could not seriously injure Lu Yu, he could at least gain the upper hand.

But now, he was actually repelled by Lu Yu's palm! Lu Yu's eyes flashed with disdain, and he said lightly: "With this little ability, you dare to come and rob?"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and swung his right palm again, and the palm force exploded like thunder.

With the first palm strike, a muffled sound exploded in the air. Xu Feng hurriedly raised his fist to block it, but his arm became numb from the shock.

The second palm followed closely, with even greater force. Xu Feng's fist sounded like bones breaking, and he staggered backward.

The third palm, the fourth palm! Lu Yu's palm power was like a violent storm, layer upon layer. When the fourth palm landed, Xu Feng's arms trembled violently, and the sound of broken bones could be clearly heard. His arms drooped limply, completely broken! "Ahhh!"

Xu Feng screamed and collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with fear, "You...what kind of palm technique is this?!"

Lu Yu retracted his palm and said lightly: "Baji Beng, a gift for you."

Chen Jiaming, watching from the side, was already terrified. Each of Lu Yu's palm strikes was stronger than the last. The power of the fourth palm strike was already terrifying. If more were to be added... He didn't dare to think about it. He gritted his teeth, his soul power surged wildly, and he took a stance: "Lu Yu, don't be so arrogant! I'm a level 59 Soul King with 18 wins in the killing field. I'm not a loser like Xu Feng who can compare to me!"

Lu Yu's eyes turned cold, and he slowly took a step forward: "Oh? Then let me see how much weight you, a Soul King with eighteen wins, have."

The soul power in his body surged like a river. His right palm slowly raised, and a faint hot air flow surged in the air.

He took a deep breath, and the power of Bajipeng began to accumulate layer by layer. The first palm, the second palm, the third palm... With each palm strike, a dull explosion erupted in the air, and the palm force pressed towards Chen Jiaming like a mountain.

Chen Jiaming's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Before Lu Yu's palm power had completely landed, he already felt a fatal threat.

He gritted his teeth, unleashed all his soul power, and tried to resist.

But when Lu Yu's eighth palm strike came out, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the blazing palm wind erupted like a volcano, rushing straight towards him with the momentum of destroying the world! "Not good!"

Chen Jiaming's heart trembled, and he suddenly crushed the soul power talisman paper in his hand. A ray of light flashed, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Almost at the same time, Lu Yu's eighth palm landed with a bang, the ground shook violently, and a huge pit dozens of feet deep was blasted out. Heat waves surged, dust flew, and the surrounding rock walls were cracked inch by inch. The charred marks were shocking.

Xiao Wu's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Lu Yu, this... is this the perfect power of Baji Beng?!"

Lu Yu slowly closed his palm, his eyes calm: "Eight powers, sixty-four times the damage.

Chen Jiaming ran fast, otherwise this palm strike would have been enough to destroy him."

Xu Feng, who was lying on the ground, was already frightened out of his wits, his eyes full of fear.

He never imagined that this seemingly only level 50 Soul King could be so terrifying! He trembled and cried, "Lu... Lu Yu, I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again! Forgive me!"

Lu Yu glanced at him and said coldly: "Let you go? The rule of the Killing City is the survival of the fittest.

Since you dare to come, you should have thought about this outcome."

He paused, his eyes swept towards the night sky in the distance, and murmured, “However, Chen Jiaming has escaped, and he will probably bring people back soon.

Xiao Wu, we have to intensify our training from now on."

Xiao Wu nodded, her pretty face full of excitement: "Okay! Lu Yu, teach me a few more moves! Next time someone dares to come, I will make sure they never return!"

Lu Yu smiled, a soft light flashed in his eyes: "Okay, let's continue tomorrow.

You must master the intermediate level of Baji Beng as soon as possible."

As the night deepens, the bloody atmosphere of the Killing City still lingers.

Xu Feng collapsed on the ground, looking at the horrific huge pit, feeling filled with regret.

He finally understood what kind of monster he had provoked.

Meanwhile, Chen Jiaming, who was in the distance, had just teleported away and was still in shock. A sinister glint flashed in his eyes: "Lu Yu...just wait, I'll settle this score with you sooner or later!"

The night was as dark as ink. Outside Lu Yu's mansion, a cold wind blew past, bringing with it a low whistle.

In the courtyard, the flickering candlelight illuminated Lu Yu's handsome yet somewhat cold face.

He stood in the middle of the courtyard, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes like knives staring at the group of people who rushed in aggressively not far away.

The leader was Chen Jiaming, his face full of anger and veins bulging on his forehead.

His robe still bore scorch marks from the previous battle, making him look rather disheveled.

He was surrounded by seven or eight men, all of whom had strong soul power fluctuations. They were obviously masters at the Soul King or Quasi-Soul King level.

Chen Jiaming gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with rage for revenge, wishing he could eat Lu Yu alive.

"Lu Yu!"

Chen Jiaming's voice was low and a little hoarse, "You little bastard, a mere Level 51 Soul King, how dare you make me so embarrassed! Tonight, I will make you pay with blood!"

Hearing this, Lu Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

He put his hands behind his back, and said in a contemptuous tone with a biting chill: "Chen Jiaming, you are lucky. You spent tens of thousands of soul coins on a teleportation talisman and escaped with your life.

You still dare to bring people back now? Tsk tsk, I saw clearly how scared you were just now. "

Chen Jiaming's face turned red instantly, and Lu Yu's words pierced his heart like a knife.

A tall subordinate beside him couldn't help but step forward, pointing at Lu Yu and shouting, "How dare you! You are just a level 51 Soul King, how dare you humiliate our master like this? The strength of a level 59 Soul King will crush you like an ant!"

"is it?"

Lu Yu sneered, his eyes swept over the subordinate, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Since you are so confident, then come and give it a try and see whether I, an ant, am more powerful, or you, a bunch of rabble, are better."

The subordinate's heart trembled when he was stared at by Lu Yu, but for the sake of face, he had to bite the bullet and take action.

He let out a low cry, and his palms suddenly ignited with blazing soul fire. The flames surged, and the hot air waves swept around. It was the "Fire Palm" he had practiced for many years.

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He flashed and pressed his palm against Lu Yu's chest. The wind from his palm tore through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

"Fire Palm? A mere trifle!"

Lu Yu snorted coldly, without moving his feet, he slowly raised his right palm, and a biting cold air surged out from the palm of his hand. The surrounding air seemed to condense instantly, and even a thin layer of frost appeared on the ground.

The cold air rushed towards the flames like a tide, and the two forces collided, making a "hissing" sound.

With the sound of the cold air, the raging flames were forced to retreat step by step.

"what?!"

The subordinate was horrified and before he could react, Lu Yu's palm power pressed down like a mountain.

He only felt an irresistible force coming at him, and his bones "cracked"

With a loud noise, the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily into a pothole in the yard.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, his breath quickly weakened, and he died on the spot.

The courtyard suddenly became quiet. Chen Jiaming and his other men opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with horror.

Lu Yu didn't even use his soul skills, and he killed a quasi-Soul King with just one palm. This strength is too terrifying! "Master... this kid is probably not simple..."

One of the men swallowed and whispered to Chen Jiaming.

Chen Jiaming gritted his teeth, suppressing the anxiety in his heart, and roared, "What are you afraid of! He's just one man, and there are so many of us. Two fists can't stand up to four hands! Come on, kill him!"

Before he finished speaking, eight of his men suddenly jumped up at the same time, their soul power bursting out, various soul skills intertwined, swords and shadows, flames and ice all bombarded towards Lu Yu.

Chen Jiaming stood behind, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes. He thought that Lu Yu had consumed a lot of soul power in the previous battle and would definitely be defeated at this moment.

However, Lu Yu just smiled coldly, his figure swayed like a ghost, and his steps were strange and unpredictable, which was the essence of Jeet Kune Do.

He ducked to avoid a ray of sword light, then swung out with his right fist. An inch of strength burst out, and the fist blew like thunder, directly shattering the sternum of one of his men.

The man screamed and fell to the ground with blood spurting out.

"Tongquan!"

Lu Yu let out a low roar, and his left fist smashed towards another man like a meteor. Before his fist arrived, the wind from his fist had already shaken the opponent so that he was off balance. Then he swept his fist across with his back, and another subordinate was knocked flying, crashing into a stone pillar in the courtyard and fainting.

The eight men joined forces, but were completely unable to fight back against Lu Yu's Jeet Kune Do.

The fist shadow was like the wind, the palm power was like the tide, Lu Yu's figure shuttled through the crowd, each strike was extremely precise, and the sound of broken bones and tendons came one after another.

In less than a moment, all eight people fell to the ground, each of them seriously injured, and their wailing filled the night sky.

Chen Jiaming stood there in a daze, his legs trembling slightly unconsciously.

He never expected that Lu Yu's strength would be so terrifying that even the eight Soul Kings could not hold out for a moment! "Chen Jiaming, do you want to continue?"

Lu Yu walked over slowly, his blue shirt unstained with blood. His tone was calm but filled with an endless sense of oppression. "I'll give you a chance. Tell me, what can I give you to buy your life?"

Chen Jiaming's heart trembled, but he forced himself to remain calm, gritting his teeth and saying, "Lu Yu, don't be so arrogant! What do you want? A spirit skill? A treasure? I, Chen Jiaming, have a collection no less than yours!"

Hearing this, Lu Yu stopped and looked at him with a playful look: "Simple, one million soul coins, hand it over, and you and your lackeys can get out."

"One million soul coins?!"

Chen Jiaming's eyes widened, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. "You're asking for too much! I don't have any money, but I want your life!"

"is it?"

A cold light flashed in Lu Yu's eyes, and he suddenly approached, and slashed out with his right palm like a knife.

With two sounds, Chen Jiaming's arms were broken at the shoulders and blood gushed out.

He screamed, staggered backward, and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Ah! Lu Yu, you dare to break my arms! I will fight you!"

Chen Jiaming roared and struggled to get up, but Lu Yu stepped on his chest with such force that he could not move.

"Speak nonsense again and I'll turn you into a corpse on the spot."

Lu Yu's voice was as cold as frost in the cold winter. He glanced at Chen Jiaming's men and said, "What about you? If you want to live, hand over Chen Jiaming's belongings, and I will consider letting you take his place."

The men looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and hesitation.

Chen Jiaming's eyes turned bloodshot with rage, and he roared, "How dare you! Whoever dares to betray me will be utterly annihilated!"

However, just as he finished speaking, a thin subordinate suddenly stepped forward and whispered, "Master Lu Yu, I... I know where the master's property is hidden! As long as you spare my life, I am willing to take you there!"

"Xu Feng! How dare you betray me, you bastard?!"