32 Uneven roads Will Be Leveled by Someone!

In the inn, there was a tense atmosphere between Shen Lun and Long Fei.

Suddenly, Shen Lun chuckled.

"Long Fei, even at death's door, you still maintain your stubbornness."

"However, I hope that in a few days, when you see your wife and daughter, you can still be this stubborn."

"Swish."

Shen Lun made his move.

Swordlight gleamed ominously, instantly enveloping Long Fei.

Long Fei, equally determined, held a knife in his left hand. The dazzling blade clashed fiercely with Shen Lun's swordlight, accompanied by a dreadful aura.

The collision of swordlight and blade gave rise to a faint rumbling of vital energy and blood.

In the next moment, the two figures separated in an instant.

"Bang."

Long Fei's knife slammed heavily into the ground, and he was sent flying, clutching his chest.

"Puff."

Long Fei spewed out a mouthful of blood, his face even paler.

Shen Lun remained unscathed, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"The mighty 'Slaying the Enemy' knife has met its match today!"

"Seven years ago, when you killed my sister, did you ever think of ending up like this today?"

"Haha, don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll make you taste all the pain in the world."

"Go, first break his limbs, then disable his martial arts."

Several maids behind Shen Lun moved swiftly, wielding sharp swords as they advanced towards Long Fei.

The entire inn's occupants were trembling, and no one dared to intervene. After all, the few martial artists who had tried to intervene earlier were now lying lifeless on the floor.

Long Fei tried to stand up but struggled and eventually gave up.

Watching the maids approaching with murderous intent, Long Fei closed his eyes.

He understood; this was the world of the jianghu, the martial world!

Since the moment he stepped into the jianghu, perhaps today's outcome was destined.

However, Long Fei had no regrets!

When he had fought his way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood among the Northern Barbarians, he had already become a person who had experienced death.

Now, to die once more, what difference did it make?

Perhaps the only regret was for his daughter.

"Calamity doesn't befall wives and children." This saying in the jianghu was just a saying.

"Swish."

The maids' sharp blades aimed at Long Fei's limbs.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flickered.

"Ching."

A light sound, and three of the maids stiffened, blood oozing from their throats, soon gushing out.

"Thud."

The three maids fell to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably, their breath gradually fading away.

"Hmm?"

Shen Lun's pupils contracted slightly in astonishment, his expression becoming grim, and he turned his sharp gaze toward the unfamiliar figure standing in front of Long Fei.

Long Fei also opened his eyes, showing a hint of confusion.

He had no recollection of this person, as if he had never met him before, yet this stranger had just saved him.

Shen Lun's tone was cold, and he said solemnly, "Have you considered, sir? If you save Long Fei, you will be my enemy!"

Shen Lun clenched his sword, and his aura began to rise.

"Killing you means no more enemies."

Landslide Long Fei replied.

Next moment, his figure flickered slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from sight.

However, Shen Lun remained vigilant, immediately thrusting his sword out.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding."

Splendid sword glimmers collided in the air.

Long Fei used a short sword, while Shen Lun wielded a long sword, and Shen Lun's swordsmanship was known for its speed.

As a result, their sword clashes were quick, and within the span of a single breath, dozens of exchanges occurred.

Although there were numerous exchanges, they took only a short amount of time.

In just one breath, Shen Lun's body shook, and he took two steps back, then touched his neck.

A faint blood mark had appeared on his neck, but it was now streaming with blood, increasing steadily until it gushed out.

"So fast!"

Shen Lun muttered as he dropped to the ground.

"Thud."

Shen Lun still had his eyes open, but he had lost all signs of life.

He was dead!

Shen Lun, the white-clad scholar, was dead!

This scene left everyone in the inn in disbelief.

How long had they fought?

In an instant, Shen Lun was dead.

And this wasn't just anyone; Shen Lun was well-known in the martial world.

"Shen Lun is dead? Killed in an instant by this unknown martial artist."

"So powerful! Shen Lun, the white-clad scholar, was known for his speed, but it seems there's someone even faster who has taken him down."

"Who is this person? I have no recollection."

The people in the inn were still amazed by the incredible speed of Lu Changsheng's swordsmanship and his formidable strength.

However, Lu Changsheng had already sheathed his sword and approached Shen Lun's corpse, carefully searching for a moment.

This left everyone slightly puzzled, even the corpses of the maids were not spared. However, there wasn't much to find, just some silver bills.

After searching the bodies, Lu Changsheng stood up again and went over to Long Fei.

Long Fei's mouth twitched slightly, and he found Lu Changsheng's behavior of searching the corpses a bit embarrassing. However, that was how things went in the martial world.

He struggled to stand up and bowed deeply to Lu Changsheng, saying, "Many thanks for saving me. May I ask if you know me?"

Long Fei was well aware of his fame in the martial world, so the question was reasonable.

Lu Changsheng, however, shook his head slightly and replied, "I just met Dragon Hero today."

"But what Shen Lun did was excessive in the face of injustice."

In fact, Lu Changsheng hadn't intended to intervene earlier. He preferred to stay out of the conflicts of the martial world and simply focus on his martial training.

It was one thing for Shen Lun to want to kill Long Fei, but he repeatedly involved Long Fei's wife and daughter, using them as leverage, which didn't sit well with Lu Changsheng.

Although Lu Changsheng was not a righteous hero, he had a deep admiration for individuals like Long Fei.

Shen Lun's actions displeased him.

Long Fei nodded in agreement, acknowledging that Shen Lun had indeed used ruthless means to seek revenge.

"In any case, sir, I will forever remember your life-saving grace. If the opportunity arises in the future, I will surely repay you!"

With that said, Long Fei prepared to leave the inn, limping slightly.

Lu Changsheng took a step forward and supported Long Fei.

"You've suffered severe injuries; it's not advisable to move right now."

"Where are you headed? I'll escort you."

Long Fei hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded and said, "I have a safe place in Wushan City. I would appreciate it if you could accompany me there."

So, with Lu Changsheng leading the horse, they left the inn room and helped Long Fei to leave the inn.

Soon, they arrived at a secluded courtyard.

"This is it. I have many enemies, but no one knows I'm hiding here," Long Fei said with a smile.

Lu Changsheng pushed open the courtyard door and supported Long Fei as they entered.

"Swoosh..."

Suddenly, Lu Changsheng faintly sensed a gust of wind behind him.

Without much thought, he swiftly drew his short sword.

"Clang."

The sword was unsheathed.

Lu Changsheng didn't even turn around, as if he had eyes on his back. He slashed a sword.

With his swift turn, the sharp edge of the sword was already in front of a woman in red.

The woman seemed stunned, frozen in place like a statue.

A fair neck, a sharp blade.

It seemed that the woman's neck would be cut open by the sword's edge in the next moment.

"Show mercy!"

Long Fei widened his eyes and shouted loudly, his voice slightly hoarse due to the force used.