USWHC -Chapter 374 Qishan Stone Plum Nunnery (Part 4)

“You liar! Didn’t you say you didn’t know martial arts?!” Zhu Jie shouted desperately.

“I said dance, not martial arts—what’s wrong with that?” Ji Yi actually had the nerve to talk back even in the middle of the chaos. “And are you stupid? You believe whatever people tell you? What, do you think you’re the reincarnation of Li Yuanba, born with immense strength?”

Zhu Jie burst into tears instantly. Yes, she was stupid! But how could she have imagined that such a remote, poor mountain village would hide reclusive masters?

Suddenly, a group of people sprang out from the bushes. All of them were dressed in black with their faces covered, each holding a large blade—clearly they had been lying in ambush for a long time.

Almost at the same time, the man who had come to receive them caught up. The moment the two sides met, he was briefly stunned, then immediately put on a look of shock and shouted, “Sir, run! It’s an ambush!” As he spoke, he assumed a protective stance and led his men closer.

But the instant he approached, he suddenly made his move. With a technique like a great roc spreading its wings, his blade traced a long arc of light, slashing straight toward Ji Yi’s neck.

He had indeed betrayed them!

Yet at that very moment, Ji Yi’s figure blurred. He stepped back three feet in an instant, narrowly avoiding the deadly slash.

The attacker let out a low sigh, seemingly regretful that such a perfect strike had failed. But almost simultaneously, a chilling wind struck from behind. Before he could even turn around, a heavy palm slammed into his back. With a loud bang, he was sent flying, a muffled groan escaping as blood burst from his mouth.

“Master Ge’s skills are truly extraordinary. No wonder the master values you so highly and assigned you to follow Third Master,” the man said with a cheeky grin, even after taking such a blow.

“Where is Old Zhao?” Uncle Ge asked in a deep voice, his expression far darker than before.

Unexpectedly, the man chuckled. “What? You didn’t see him? What a pity. Honestly, I thought I wouldn’t be able to meet you today, but you still came. So that’s why—you never saw him!”

“What did you do to him?” Uncle Ge’s concern for Old Zhao was evident.

The man sneered. “What could I have done? Just gave him a little something nice to eat.”

“You poisoned him?” Uncle Ge’s face changed drastically, his expression turning grim as if he might erupt at any moment.

As if realizing something, he muttered, “The road ahead… was blocked on purpose by him?”

“The road ahead is blocked?” the man laughed loudly. “And you still came? Oh my, so you came here to die! There’s a road to heaven you refuse to take, and no gate to hell, yet you insist on barging in!”

But in the very next moment, his vision blurred.

Where did Uncle Ge go?

He looked around in shock. Had Master Ge learned invisibility?

Not at all. In the next instant, he finally saw the man he had longed to see—but only for a moment. A large hand came crashing down over his head. Before he could even make a sound, he was slammed into the ground with a loud bang, blood splattering everywhere.

Just like that—he was dead.

“This is what they mean by ‘the more you talk trash, the faster you die,’” Zhu Jie said bitterly. “So many great predecessors have proven it—if you choose to be a villain, don’t go chasing the pleasure of running your mouth!”

Ji Yi couldn’t help but roll his eyes skyward. At a moment like this, she still had time to crack jokes?

Almost at the same time, that strike enraged the black-clad men and the rest of the so-called reinforcements. Everyone froze for a split second before a command rang out:

“Kill!”

Yes, being a villain is about action! If all you do is talk, you’ll just end up as a target—hadn’t that already been demonstrated?

A flash of white light streaked forward as a blade thrust out. The nearest attacker lunged straight at Ji Yi. Their target was clear—Ji Yi.

“Catch!” Uncle Ge shouted.

With a sharp whoosh, a blade flew through the air—not only heading toward Ji Yi but slicing across a black-clad man’s throat along the way. With a dull thud, the man collapsed.

The black-clad attackers were stunned.

Uncle Ge’s martial skills had already reached an almost supernatural level.