I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

The young man from a wealthy family had an expression of undisguised contempt on his face.

He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards Shen Zhi in a calm and unhurried manner.

With every step he took, his aura surged.

When he came to a place three meters away from Shen Zhi, the pressure of his transformation realm cultivation poured out like a tide, instantly submerging Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi used the mental skills he learned from Ba Yue Martial Arts School, trying to resist the opponent's pressure.

Under the pressure of this momentum, Shen Zhi felt like a small boat in the raging sea, as if he would be swallowed up at any time.

"This must be the third son of the He family, I didn't expect him to have reached the Transformation Realm, he is truly a hidden talent!"

"It seems that it won't be long before Yong'an City will have another powerful Xiantian Grandmaster."

The guests watching the game in the hall were talking about it and praising the young master of the He family.

"Although my son is naughty by nature, he has a talent for martial arts. He has achieved what he has today thanks to my earnest teachings."

When Mr. He's father heard the praises from the people around him, he couldn't help but smile proudly and boasted about himself.

Just as everyone was discussing the matter, something unexpected happened on the field.

Before Mr. He made his first move, Shen Zhi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

As if being hit by an invisible sledgehammer, he took several steps back, barely able to steady himself.

"Untouchables are untouchables, even their blood stinks!"

"Not only has today's banquet been ruined, but my clothes have also been stained by the blood of this lowly person. This is really bad luck!"

When some guests saw this, their eyes showed strong disdain and disgust, as if looking at Shen Yi for even a second longer would taint his eyes.

Seeing this, Liu Daoyuan sneered and no longer focused his attention on Shen Zhi.

"Boring, really boring."

He casually threw the wine jug on the ground and left the hall on his own.

Judging from the current situation, it is impossible for Shen Zhi to leave Yue Mansion alive.

Even if I let him go, even if Young Master He lets him go, there are other masters who won't let him go easily.

No matter what, Shen Zhi will have only one ending, and that is death without a burial place.

"Hahaha--!"

"You ant-like bastard, you've already been seriously injured before I even made my first move. If I really make a move, you'll definitely die!"

The young master of the He family laughed wildly, with a playful gleam in his eyes.

He decided to let this ignorant and despicable person die in pain.

"First move!"

After saying that, he slapped out with his palm, which landed solidly on Shen Zhi's chest, and Shen Zhi's chest suddenly sank a few inches.

Blood mixed with internal organ fragments spurted out of his mouth, filling the entire hall with a faint smell of blood.

"Second move!"

A hint of crazy murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the young master of the He family, and he attacked again.

boom--!

Another heavy blow landed on Shen Zhi.

Suddenly his body made a series of crisp bone-breaking sounds, and his limbs were twisted into a knot shape under the impact of the true energy, hanging limply.

"Third move!!"

The young master of the He family gathered all the energy in his body, clenched his fists and thrust them out heavily.

The next moment, Shen Zhi flew out of the hall heavily like a tattered sack.

He fell to the ground beside the pool, dying. Sticky blood slowly flowed out of his seven orifices and his body kept twitching.

"it is good--!"

"Young Master He fights well!"

"This damn bastard, it's too easy for him to die so easily!"

"I heard that Master Yue has a magic pill that can bring back the dead. Why don't we feed it to him and bring him back to life so we can fight him again?"

Suddenly, cheers and applause rang out in the hall.

Some people even made vicious suggestions that made your scalp tingle.

The young master of the He family smoothed down the hem of his clothes that had been lifted up by the surging true energy, restored his gentlemanly demeanor, and bowed to everyone.

"It's a small skill, nothing worth mentioning."

Everyone was immersed in the thrilling massacre of the young master of the He family, with morbid excitement and satisfaction on their faces.

At this moment, Tang Ling's face was covered with tears, and her eyes were flashing with endless grief and self-blame.

Although my body is still unable to move, I can clearly feel everything happening around me.

From the time Shen Zhi was arrogantly stopped by Liu Daoyuan, to the time he was severely injured by the three palms of the young master of the He family and his life was in danger, every voice was like a sharp knife piercing into her heart.

She could even clearly hear Shen Zhi's painful groans and desperate gasps, and feel his life slipping away bit by bit.

"Azhi, I'm sorry..."

Tang Ling's heart was filled with endless regret and self-blame.

She blamed herself for forcing Shen Zhi to attend the birthday party.

If it weren't for his insistence on inviting him, Shen Zhi might not have suffered this devastating disaster tonight.

At this moment, a feeling of determination surged in Tang Ling's heart.

She began to desperately use her true energy to attack the invisible shackles that bound her.

But Ajiu, who had been standing behind her, suddenly changed his expression and looked at Tang Ling with a serious look in his eyes.

"Miss..."

It was he who had just taken action, using his superb Qi skills to trap Tang Ling in place.

His original intention was to protect the young lady so as not to attract unnecessary attention in front of this group of people.

But no one expected that Tang Ling would do something that would damage her martial arts foundation for an outsider.

He immediately grabbed Tang Ling and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

No one in the hall noticed that the two of them had left quietly.

...

...

In Tang Ling's boudoir.

Ajiu carefully put the young lady down and untied her restraints.

Tang Ling suddenly felt her body lighten, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

Suddenly her heart was filled with endless sorrow, and tears poured out like a flood, causing her to fall on her pillow and cry loudly.

Ajiu hurriedly took out a talisman from his arms, and with a flick of his wrist, he stuck it on the beam.

Suddenly, Tang Ling’s sad cries could no longer be heard outside this boudoir.

After a long time, Tang Ling's crying gradually subsided.

She raised her head, her face full of tear marks, and stared at the man in front of her with cold eyes.

Even the tone was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, and every word seemed to carry a bone-chilling chill.

"Kneel down." Tang Ling said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Jiu didn't hesitate at all and knelt down in front of Tang Ling with a thump.

"Are you guilty?"

Jiu rested his forehead against the bluestone slab and spoke in a low voice.

"Ajiu knows his guilt."

"But Jiu did this for the young lady's safety. If anything happens to the young lady, Jiu will be held responsible!"

"Shut up!"

Tang Ling was rarely angry and scolded in a sharp voice.

"Because of you, Azhi lost his life!"

If she had not been controlled by Ajiu at that time, given her status, it would have been effortless for her to keep Shen Zhi safe.

But Tang Ling never expected that Jiu would actually do such a thing.

At this moment, Tang Ling had completely lost her usual ladylike demeanor and manners, and was punching and kicking Ajiu who was kneeling on the ground.

But her fist didn't hurt Jiu at all.

Tang Ling, who was tired from the fight, gritted her teeth and gasped for breath.

"Miss, before I left, the master told me that if there is a risk of your identity being exposed, everything will be decided by Jiu."

Upon hearing this, the anger in Tang Ling's heart, which had calmed down a little, was ignited again.

In her heart, Ajiu was no longer the loyal and reliable guard, but a cold-blooded stranger.