Chapter 172 Even a broken boat has three thousand nails
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After Sikong Qianluo struck with her spear move, Summon Cloud and Rain, Tang Lian struck with his fist at the same time. His fist came with a wind that was like a tidal wave, an enormous wave. It was that fist technique passed to him by Wine Immortal Baili Dongjun, Harness the Sea! Xie Qidao withdrew his sabre abruptly and retreated hurriedly.
Tang Lian closed his fists in time, but Sikong Qianluo's spear power couldn't be held back. She pressed on and lunged at Xie Qidao.
Xie Qidao swung his sabre three times and dispersed the spear’s energy. He stood firmly upright and said, "Of all spear energy under Heaven, Spear Immortal Sikong Changfeng possessed eight-tenths of it. I originally didn't believe it, but having seen you today, I believe it now."
"At least you know a few things!" After Sikong Qianluo attacked with that strike, her breath was already a little unsteady. But, her tone was still aggressive.
Suddenly, a long cry came from a distance, and a yellow crane came bursting through the clouds. On top of the yellow crane sat a man in a gray robe. His expression was slightly dull, and his right sleeve was empty. He was Lei Yunhe from Lei Clan, who became famous with Lei Hong years ago.
"Tower Guardian Elder?" Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo turned their heads in surprise.
"Shishu!" Lei Wujie called out with joy.
"It's Lei Yunhe." Su Muyu withdrew his sword, frowning slightly.
Lei Hong, who was facing the murderous intent of those ten pieces of Yama’s Invitations also heard that cry from a crane. His heart skipped a beat with joy and the Murderous Dread sword suddenly turned red. In a flash, he created ten sword auras.
Bitingly cold and sharp, tyrannical and ultimate!
This time, the ten sword auras did not beat back the ten Yama’s Invitations. Instead, they were completely slashed into pieces!
"Looks like he’s no longer just half a sword immortal." Grandmaster Tang looked indifferent, though none of his strikes got through.
That terrifying sword had blocked the ten Yama’s Invitations. Lei Hong whirled around and looked outside. He shouted, "Yunhe!"
"Summon thunder from the Ninth Heaven, a crane among the clouds." Grandmaster Tang muttered. "I never expected to be able to see three of the four great heroes of Lei Clan today. Looks like destroying Lei Clan Fort is not going to be as easy as we thought."
Lei Hong jumped directly into the courtyard in one step, and shouted, "Yunhe!"
Wen Liang also followed him out in a hurry. "This… Why does Lei Clan have someone who rides a crane? Isn't that something a Daoist high master does?"
The immortal crane under Lei Yunhe let out a long cry. Lei Yunhe, who’d been sitting on the crane suddenly stood up and shouted back, "Hong-ge!"
"Grandmaster, the situation doesn’t look good," Tang Xuan whispered. "The Hidden River Patriarch and the Heads of Su House and Xie House have not arrived, but now Lei Yunhe is here. We no longer have the advantage."
"No, they’re here. They’re just nearby," Grandmaster Tang said softly.
Mu Yumo, who was standing on the roof fighting Lei Qianhu, was shocked. "Is that Lei Yunhe?" The one who’d cultivated the Thunderclap Fingers to its pinnacle, who also rediscovered the Lei Clan’s Summon Thunder from Ninth Heaven Arts, that Lei Yunhe. In terms of fame and prestige, he was no lesser than Baili Dongjun and the others. Although he disappeared for many years afterwards, he recently became famous again after his duel with Zhao Yuzhen. If he was here, then the situation was likely to change dramatically.
"You’re finally here," Lei Qianhu said faintly. Then, he pressed the back of his hand against his mouth and coughed lightly.
Mu Yumo glanced at him and saw the blood stains on his fist. Her expression changed. "Lei Qianhu, so your injury has already permeated into your blood vessels. You were just holding it back before!"
"Holding it back?" Lei Qianhu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Spider Mistress, have you heard of this saying?"
"What saying?" Mu Yumo was taken aback.
"Even a broken boat has three thousand nails!" Lei Qianhu shook his sleeves furiously, and the heavy white tiger fur coat also flew up. He waved his right hand lightly, and everyone in the hall was focused on his hand. He raised his left hand lightly, and a roar of thunder appeared in his palm. It was the most domineering martial arts of the Lei Clan!
"Five Thunder Big Dipper Fists." Mu Yumo's hands exploded with cold energy. She sneered, "We’ve exchanged moves dozens of times with my Frosted Black Palm. Do you think you’re unaffected?"
"You know the Five Thunder Big Dipper Fists, but do you know that this Big Dipper Fists has nine stages? Twelve years ago, when I fought against You Bing, I’d only just entered the seventh stage - hold the power of life and death." Lei Qianhu glared back with wide eyes. "How would you like to taste the ninth stage, exterminate heaven and earth!"
"The ninth stage? No one in Lei Clan has reached this realm in a hundred years?" Mu Yumo was startled, and stepped back slightly.
"Die!" Lei Qianhu struck with his fist, the power several times stronger than before!
Mu Yumo raised her fist to block, but the Frosted Black Palm that she fought against Lei Qianhu earlier to a draw, now seemed so much more vulnerable. The cold light was instantly suppressed, and she was knocked off her feet in that one palm strike. Almost all of her qi dissipated in an instant, and she vomited a mouthful of blood, closing her eyes in despair.
Lei Qianhu jumped and readied another palm.
"Lianyue," Mu Yumo whispered a name.
"Are you still thinking of that man in Tang Clan?" A cold voice suddenly sounded in her ears. Mu Yumo was shocked and opened her eyes again, only to realise that she had fallen into a man's arms. That man was wearing a silver mask, and his eyes were very cold.
"Patriarch," Mu Yumo called softly.
The Patriarch held Mu Yumo with his left hand, waved his right hand, and faced Lei Qianhu’s palm strike directly.
One palm frightful and thundered in darkness, the other a fist entangled with a black shadow.
The two fists impacted. Lei Qianhu was slammed backwards and fell into the courtyard, staggering back several steps before he managed to steady himself.
"Qianhu!" Lei Hong moved forward to support him.
Lei Qianhu spat out a mouthful of black-coloured blood, his face pale. "Yama’s Devil Palm!"
The Patriarch didn’t indulge him. He held onto Mu Yumo and retreated, stepping back onto the roof. However, due to Lei Qianhu’s Five Thunder Big Dipper Fists, he stepped through the broken roof and dropped into the hall. Nonetheless, he remained calm, shook out his sleeves, and swept aside the fragments of tiles.
"The Patriarch has finally arrived." Grandmaster Tang inhaled a breath of smoke softly.
The Patriarch ignored him, however, but seemed to say to himself, "If not for his serious injuries, the most powerful of Lei Clan’s current generation would have been Lei Qianhu. He should be above Lei Hong and Lei Yunhe."
"It was Yumo who underestimated him." Mu Yumo stood up from the Patriarch's arms and lowered her head. She was a person who always spoke with a seductive tone, but when facing the Patriarch who held all of the power in the Hidden River, she suddenly put away all her charms.
"You have been seriously injured. There’s no benefit in staying here. Take the Mu House members and leave Lei Clan Fort," the Patriarch said with indifference. "Leave the rest to me."
"Yes, sir." Mu Yumo jumped and flew up to the roof again.
"The Patriarch is actually considerate when it comes to the lives of his Hidden River. But, what about my three shishu? Where are they now?" Tang Xuan asked coldly.
"Tang Xuan." Grandmaster Tang inhaled a mouthful of smoke and admonished in a manner that was neither fierce nor mild.
Tang Xuan shut his mouth, but his expression was still frigid.
"After this is all over, I’m sure that the Patriarch will give us an explanation on this matter," Grandmaster Tang said slowly.
The Patriarch did not look at him, but said, "There’s nothing to explain. The three Tang Clan elders used the Tempest Pear Blossom Needles against Li Hanyi, but Zhao Yuzhen blocked and returned the needles. The three of them died by their own Pear Blossom Needles. But, one Pear Blossom needle still managed to injure Li Hanyi. Although it didn't kill her, she will never make it to Lei Clan Fort this time. The three elders’ deaths were also worth it."
"Their deaths were worth it?" Grandmaster Tang narrowed his eyes and didn't speak further.
The Patriarch didn’t say more either. He walked out of the door, faced Lei Qianhu, and suddenly said an enigmatic line.
"It’s about time for you to die."
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