A defenseless person cannot pierce his physical body with a first-grade spiritual sword, but he can slap himself and leave a mark...

"You are very hard."

Yue Gongli stabbed harder.

Hua Zhiyao's face was calm, like a dead man, which further stimulated Yue Gongli's sensitive nerves, "You are not afraid of death, you are indeed tough."

"Master Li, I practice the 'Dragon Bell Technique'. You can't penetrate my defense without using holy power." Hua Zhiyao calmly replied.

Dragon Bell Technique?

Yue Gongkui was slightly confused. He had never heard that Brother Zhiyao had practiced this spiritual skill?

But that doesn't seem to be important. What's important is that Mr. Li seems to be going crazy...

Yue Gongli is indeed crazy.

All dragon bell techniques are all bird techniques!

He was not interested in Hua Zhiyao's physical skills at all, and he had no desire to understand them.

He stabbed hard and bared his teeth.

But God was really against him, and his physical strength actually lost to Hua Zhiyao, and he couldn't be penetrated by a sword!

"Ahaha..."

Yue Gongli turned his head and looked at the guards and maids around him.

The guards and maids all lowered their heads, looking at their noses and hearts, no one dared to look at themselves.

His face was burning, and he felt that the eyes of the entire Han Palace Emperor Realm were all on him today.

Tomorrow, the news that "Master Li was slapped down from the table by the Yunshan envoy at home" will also spread to all the major Holy Emperor families and become a joke.

Buzz!

A surge of holy power.

The first-grade spiritual sword roared, and Yue Gongli pierced Hua Zhiyao's rock-solid defense with one sword.

The whole blade of the long sword was engulfed, and the guard was pushed hard as Hua Zhiyao retreated, with the sharp edge striking the guard behind him amid the splash of blood.

The guard's hands were shaking with fear.

He was almost impaled, and he and Hua Zhiyao became a skewer of human flesh.

Yue Gongli thrust the sword into Hua Zhiyao's body, only to feel that the sword body was dull, as if it was clamped by solid stone and hard bones.

His eyes were reddish, and he twisted hard, drilling into Hua Zhiyao's heart and widening the blood hole. Only then did he let his emotions out a little, and asked softly:

"Why?"

Why, why are you slapping me? I feel so shameless when you do this.

Hua Zhiyao's expression twitched, his lips were bleeding, and he looked forward to death: "The task assigned by the head of the family."

Head of house?

His home is...

Oh, the people of Yunshan, the mission of Huachangdeng?

"Hua Changdeng has a grudge against me?"

Yue Gongli's thoughts froze for a moment, and he searched through the past, but could not find any time when he had offended Hua Changdeng.

He thought about the conflict between Han Gong and Yun Shan again.

Conflicts occur all year round, but they do not escalate to the point of life-and-death or even "slapping".

"Did I offend him when I was a child?"

Yue Gongli even began to think about whether in his life, he had left any indelible harm to Hua Changdeng without paying attention.

So much so that he wanted to take revenge on himself in such an extreme way.

The answer is "none".

Neither he nor Hua Changdeng, nor Han Palace Emperor Realm and Yunshan Emperor Realm, have reached such an extreme level.

That means this person is not from Yunshan, but was summoned by Dao Qiongtian to stir up trouble...

Hehe, it’s not as bad as this, this is the Emperor’s Realm of Han Palace!

Yue Gong Li Tai knew Dao Qiong Cang’s character.

At this juncture, the old coquettish man would never jump out, even if someone stabbed his chest with a sword and pounded his heart hard.

He would only smile and say, "Have you not eaten yet?"

"Ahaha..."

Yue Gongli was about to get mad again when he thought of this. He felt that Hua Zhiyao's expression was saying to himself, "Have you not eaten?"

He used more force on his hands.

He drew out the long sword, thrust it in, rotated it, and ground it. He wanted to crush Hua Zhiyao's heart, and he wanted Hua Zhiyao to die!

But before he died, he wanted to ask clearly:

"Why!"

This second why is obviously different from the first one.

Hua Zhiyao's expression twitched, blood gushed from his orifices, and he said in a trembling voice: "The head of the family said, you yourself know what you have done."

I have no idea!

I don't know anything!

Yue Gongli's heart roared, and he was too lazy to think.

There is no need to think, he has already thought about what needs to be thought about.

He suddenly pulled out the long sword and raised it high, trying to take down Hua Zhiyao's arrogant head and Xu Xiaoshou's disgusting head...

"Master Li!"

Yue Gongkui could no longer hold back his voice.

He is also going crazy, not just because of Hua Zhiyao.

He admitted that he was cheating and had uttered wild words before. In fact, when things happened, he couldn't save Brother Zhiyao at all.

But……

Mr. Li is so out of his element.

Had he been stimulated by something today? Even if he was slapped, wouldn't he behave like this?

A hissing sound.

Yue Gongkui spoke up in time.

The sword finally stopped on Hua Zhiyao's neck.

Yue Gongli suddenly regained his composure. He reached out and smoothed down his hair that had been fanned to pieces. His expression became gentle again. He patted Hua Zhiyao's face and said:

"You will die."

"I know." Hua Zhiyao looked like a dead fish.

"But first, let me tell you what Hua Changdeng told you when he handed over the mission."

"The head of the family said that I was disrespectful by slapping the young head of the Han Palace Emperor Realm. I should suffer humiliation and die. Please give me the Thirteen Swords, Master Li, to destroy my holy body first, and then choose my character as a warning to others."

Yue Gongli laughed loudly after hearing this.

He laughed so much that tears were about to fall out. He felt that these words were so ridiculous and unreasonable.

You know it's disrespectful, why do you still dare?

You know clearly that you are provoking, so why do you dare?

Since it is a humiliation and only destroys the holy body, how can it eliminate the hatred in people's hearts?

And why do you need thirteen swords to destroy the holy body? What is the meaning of the number "thirteen"... It's not important!

Yue Gongli didn't want to understand at all why it was thirteen, not twelve, or fourteen, and why he wanted to destroy the holy body of a mere semi-saint and not Hua Changdeng's.

He said coldly: "I will chop these thirteen swords on the face of your family leader in front of the Yunshan people, but not you."

"Please kill me first." Hua Zhiyao begged sincerely.

"Why should I listen to your nonsense?" Yue Gongli raised his sword, pursed his lips and smiled, and was about to put it down.

He was just rebellious, and he suddenly didn't want to kill Hua Zhiyao.

He wanted to take Hua Zhiyao and put him in front of Hua Changdeng, and let him judge this guy in front of him and chop him with one hundred and thirty swords.

Hua Zhiyao looked at this handsome young man calmly, pondered for a while, opened his lips and teeth, and spoke like beads:

"Master Li, please offend me."
To be continued...