When Madam Gao heard this, the smile on her face disappeared instantly, and her expression changed immediately. She was no longer as warm and respectful as before. Her body straightened up, and a sharp aura emanated from her. She smiled coldly and said, "I know that Mister Li Zhiyuan, the Heavenly Asura, has been on a killing spree in the North recently. He is invincible, and he is now a famous person in the Northern Wilderness Region. However, our Compassion Flower Palace is not a second-rate or third-rate sect like the Sky Dragon Faction or the Flying Eagle Fortress. If Mister Li wants to show off in the House of Red Sleeves, you have come to the wrong place."
The House of Red Sleeves was a Jianghu sect. Naturally, she had already figured out Li Mu's background.
Li Mu smiled and was not surprised. He said slowly, "Mrs. Gao, for the sake of your hospitality, I won't make things difficult for you. I will give you 15 minutes to find someone who can stop me. After that, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Mrs. Gao smiled again and said, "Good. Young Master Li's demeanor is admirable. Please wait for a while."
She turned around and gave the order.
Li Mu returned to his seat, calm and unruffled in the midst of chaos.
Shen Xiaoyue was very nervous.
After staying at the House of Red Sleeves for such a long time, she knew how terrifying the power of the Mercy Flower Palace behind the House of Red Sleeves was. Over the years, there were many people who caused trouble at the House of Red Sleeves, but none of them were able to get away with it. Especially those who were arrogant at the beginning and had an overbearing attitude, in the end, they were all carried out half-dead.
Her brother's master might be very powerful, but he was still a young man. How powerful could he be? If something happened to him, wouldn't she be the one who hurt him?
"Young Master, I won't leave. You should leave now." Shen Xiaoyue gritted her teeth and said, "I am fine here. Mrs. Gao is also good to me. I am grateful that you helped me take care of Xiao Jia. I can't …"
Li Mu comforted her with a smile and said, "I know what you are worried about. It's okay. Don't worry."
Shen Jia was full of confidence and said, "Sister, my master is invincible."
Soon, ten minutes had passed.
All the masters in the House of Red Sleeves had been mobilized. In addition, no one knew how the news got out. Li Zhiyuan, the Heavenly Way Asura, was going to fight against the House of Red Sleeves of the Tenderhearted Flower Palace. All of a sudden, many people in the martial arts world also swarmed over.
"Young Master Li, this is Mr. Wang Wu, the guard of the House of Red Sleeves." Mrs. Gao pointed at a burly middle-aged man with a Ghost Head Saber on his back and introduced him to her.
"I'm Wang Wu from the Sky Saber Sect. I'd like to ask Young Master Li, the Heavenly Way Asura, for a few moves." Wang Wu's aura was quite heroic and full of vigor. He was an expert of the sixth realm, and he also used external techniques to refine his body. His qi and blood were flourishing like great waves.
Li Mu glanced at it and said, "Okay."
"Young Master Li, please draw your blade." Wang Wu unsheathed the Ghost Head Saber on his back and assumed a saber stance. A sharp saber Qi spread out, as if it was solid, giving off the aura of a saber master.
Li Mu said, "Once my broadsword is unsheathed, it will not return without blood."
Wang Wu laughed and said, "Haha, that's great. Today, I'll try the White Cloud Clear Water Saber of the Heavenly Way Asura … Kill!"
The demonhead saber trembled and slashed down like lightning.
"Good broadsword-using method."
Li Mu exclaimed in admiration.
This broadsword-using method had the momentum of returning to simplicity and simplicity. It simplified all kinds of changes and contained an indomitable spirit of not returning until death, which made Li Mu's eyes light up.
But it was not enough.
He gently raised his hand and flicked his finger right on the tip of the saber. When his finger touched the heavy Ghost Head Saber, there was a sound of gold and iron colliding, and even a cluster of sparks sputtered.
Swoosh!
Wang Wu only felt his whole body tremble and could no longer hold the Ghost Head Saber. The purlicue between his thumb and forefinger was torn and bleeding, and the long saber was shaken off. With a clang, it slashed on a stone pillar ten meters away. Until the handle was gone, the saber was still shaking at a high frequency.
There was a burst of exclamation around.
Wang Wu looked at his palm with a pale face. Without saying a word, he cupped his hands and turned to leave.
The gap was too big.
It was so big that any words would be superfluous.
Li Mu withdrew his finger and looked at Mrs. Gao, saying, "No one in the Six Realms can defeat me."
The surprise on Mrs. Gao's face disappeared in a flash. She smiled and pointed to a person beside her, saying, "This is Mr. Xue Ruyi from the Shadow Sword Sect."
Xue Ruyi looked like a scholar. He was thin and wore a cyan robe with a square scarf. There was no weapon on him. He looked gloomy. He came to Li Mu and cupped his hands and said coldly, "Please."
As soon as he said "please", a flash of lightning sword light flew out of his sleeve and shot at Li Mu's eyebrows at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
Li Mu still pointed at him.
Ding, ding, ding!
The lightning sword light was broken inch by inch.
Xue Ruyi stared blankly at the "shadow sword" in his hand, which only had a hilt left. Finally, he threw the sword away and turned to leave without saying a word.
Once an expert made a move, there was nothing he could do.
One sword strike, and it was clear who was better.
Li Mu said calmly, "No one in the Seven Realms can defeat me."
Mrs. Gao was stunned for a moment, and then clapped her hands and praised, "Good, Young Master Li's strength is really unfathomable. No wonder you dare to make trouble in the House of Red Sleeves. Let me introduce another one to you."
She extended her hand and gestured for a short and fat middle-aged monk to come out. He had a sparse beard and a head full of short hair. She could even vaguely see the scar on his head.
"This is Master Du Mie from the Daxiong Temple. He is the Minister of Offerings of the House of Red Sleeves. Young Master Li, you have to be careful. Master Du Mie is ruthless and won't show mercy."
Mrs. Gao's attitude was much more respectful than when she introduced Wang Wu and Xue Ruyi. Obviously, this Master Du Mie had a very high status.
"Amitabha. Donor, on this day next year, I will expiate your death anniversary." Du Mie grinned.
He was short, ugly, and wretched, but his aura was not weak. A faint pressure spread out, and he was much stronger than Wang Wu in the Six Realms and Xue Ruyi in the Seven Realms.
At this time, in the lobby of the House of Red Sleeves and on the streets outside, all the Jianghu masters and people were in a commotion.
Du Mie was also quite famous in the Holy City. He was a fierce character, and few people dared to provoke him. Although he was born in Buddhism, his attacks were extremely vicious. When he fought with others, he would never show mercy, and his opponents would either be killed or disabled.
One was a veteran master in the Holy City.
The other was a rising star who rose to fame after being defeated.
Who would win?
Some people also realized that things were getting worse. Since the House of Red Sleeves sent Du Mie, it was obvious that they wanted to kill Li Zhiyuan.
All of a sudden, countless eyes were focused on the window seat on the second floor of the House of Red Sleeves.
Li Mu raised his hand, crooked his finger, and said, "Come on."
Du Mie's face turned cold, and his eyes were sinister. He took a step forward, and the floor creaked, as if it could not bear the heavy pressure. He punched out, and his fist was flashing with crimson flames, which looked like a roaring tiger head. This was the illusion of the fist's fighting skill.
Evil Qi swirled.
In an instant, the entire second floor seemed to be covered by a gust of Death Qi. Everyone felt their eyes darken, and a sense of lethargy came over them, as if a catastrophe was coming and death was coming.
Du Mie's first move was to kill.
Li Mu was still sitting in the chair, motionless as a mountain, and pointed out a finger.
The fist and finger collided.
The air froze in an instant, and there was a slight pause.
Then, a series of cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out, and Du Mie's arm drooped down at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, lines of blood burst out all over his body, like a leaking ladle. Blood sprayed out everywhere, and finally, his entire body went limp like a pile of mud. All the bones in his body were crushed like mud.
He could not be more dead.
Li Mu slowly retracted his finger and said lightly, "No one in the Eighth Realm can match me."
At this time, Mrs. Gao was completely stunned.
Du Mie, who was in the Eighth Realm, was directly killed by a finger. What kind of strength was this?
It should be known that Du Mie was not a simple Eighth Realm expert, but a veteran expert who had entered the Eighth Realm a long time ago. Whether it was combat experience, Qi cultivation, or combat skills, he could be regarded as the best among the Eighth Realm experts. But he was killed in an instant. What kind of strength did this Li Zhiyuan have?
Mrs. Gao was shocked. For the first time, she felt that the Palace Master had made a wrong decision by refusing to redeem himself from Yao Yue this time.
The people around, as well as the martial arts masters on the street, were equally shocked.
Previously, the story of Li Zhiyuan, the Heavenly Asura, going north had been circulating in the city. No matter how powerful he was, many people thought that it was probably an exaggeration. How much progress could a disabled person make in such a short time, even if he was broken and rebuilt?
Besides, the sects that Li Zhiyuan destroyed could not be regarded as real top sects.
But now, they realized that it was very likely that those achievements were not exaggerated, but a little conservative. Killing Du Mie with a finger, could it be that he was an expert in the Ninth Realm of the Saint Advent Realm?
Such a young Ninth Realm. Was it a joke?
…
…
"What?"
The old Sect Master stood up in shock.
"Killing Du Mie from the House of Red Sleeves with a finger? Is this true? How could Li Zhiyuan be so strong? Even I might not be able to do it. Could it be that Qing Ying and the other three were killed by Li Zhiyuan with his own cultivation? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. "
The old Sect Master's heart was like a huge wave.
This was too different from his previous speculation.
If there was a great power like the Xuantian Cloud Palace helping Li Zhiyuan from behind, it wouldn't be too scary. But if Li Zhiyuan had done it with a single blow, then what kind of monster had the Four Seas Sect provoked?
Li Zhiyuan was too young.
…
"What? Du Mie was killed? "
In the Mercy Flower Palace, the Palace Mistress, who was lying lazily in the bathtub sprinkled with fresh flowers and petals, was also stunned when she heard the news.
The female martial artist kneeling respectfully outside the thin gauze railing of the bathtub described what had happened in the simplest and clearest words.
"Did Yan Nanfei make a move?"
The Palace Mistress asked.
"When I rushed over, he wasn't there yet," the female martial artist said.
Palace Mistress Lian Hua walked out of the bath. She was completely naked, and her figure was extremely graceful and graceful. With the help of a maidservant, she put on her clothes and said, "Even if Yan Nanfei were to make a move, he probably wouldn't hurt anyone. I want to make a trip there personally. Since Li Zhiyuan killed Du Mie, I want him to stay behind and replace Du Mie as my House of Red Sleeves' dog."
"Yes."
…
…
On the second floor of the House of Red Sleeves.
Li Mu looked at the person in front of him with a little surprise.
He did not expect that the fourth expert Mrs. Gao invited was the middle-aged pimp who had stopped the four drunken elders of the Red God Sect from barging into the private room.
"I am Yan Nanfei. Young Master Li, this way please."
The middle-aged pimp was deep and dignified. The aura of a Master quietly spread out. His strength was so strong that even Li Mu was surprised. He was definitely a super expert above the Eighth Realm.
He was also the strongest expert Li Mu had met all the way up north.
Why would such a great expert be a pimp in the House of Red Sleeves?
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Mid-autumn Festival … No, happy National Day.
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