"The two most regrettable things in the world are the gray hair of a beauty and the old age of a hero." Su Jian did not rush back to the restaurant. He just picked up a pot of wine from the roadside, sat on the eaves next to it, and started drinking facing the Qingge Tower opposite.
However, the woman was no longer in Qingge Tower.
The female musician who had stayed in Qingge Tower the longest finally left on this day.
"Let's go." The boss who had been hiding in the dark said lightly.
"Gone." The female musician replied calmly.
The martial arts masters who were fighting on both sides also stopped at this moment and looked up at Su Jian who was sitting on the eaves.
His robe fluttered in the wind, and his white hair also flew.
Su Jian raised the wine jug and weighed it towards them: "Demon Lord Su Jian, I will go out again and defeat the Spear Saint King in my first battle!"
He shouted so loudly that his voice could be heard by almost the entire street, including everyone in the restaurant.
"Grandpa did a good job..." Su Baiyi smiled.
Su Jian put down the bottle, took a long breath, and then looked up at the sky. He was not deliberately expressing his feelings of "beauty with white hair and hero with aging" at this moment. Although in the eyes of others, he looked up at the sky after defeating the Spear Master and was full of the spirit of a master, but in fact he didn't even have the strength to walk back to the restaurant.
Although he defeated the Gun Master, the price he paid was terrible.
"Boy, the rest is all up to you." Su Jian said calmly, "The old man is already very tired after doing this."
Inside the restaurant, everyone in the Wang family also heard the news that Spear Saint Wang Yi was defeated. They all looked horrified, while Wang Ruoxu, who was wearing a mask, was fighting fiercely with Priest Xue. His dull voice came from under the mask: "Even if Spear Saint Wang Yi was defeated, the final victory still belongs to us."
"You are very confident. Do you think you are the best in the world right now?" Priest Xue sneered and shot two judge's pens at Wang Ruoxu. One of the judge's pens was swept away by Wang Ruoxu's spear, and the other pen touched Wang Ruoxu's mask. Wang Ruoxu dropped his spear at that moment and slapped Priest Xue with his palm. Priest Xue immediately slapped back with his palm.
The two palms collided with a loud noise.
"How dare you compete with me in internal strength?" Priest Xue said in a deep voice.
"We practice the same martial arts. Although you have practiced it for a few years longer than me, at this moment, I am covering my face with the Sorrow of Heaven and Earth, and the strength of the Wandao Heart Gate should be far above yours!" Wang Ruoxu shouted.
The two of them used their inner strength at the same time, and the entire Shanwaishanjiulou began to shake.
Under the pure gold mask, Priest Xue's face turned extremely pale. Although he was unwilling to admit it, what Wang Ruoxu said was indeed true. This mask of Heaven and Earth Sorrow, which was banned by dozens of Western Barbarian sorcerers, had unimaginable internal strength, otherwise he would not have regarded it as so important.
At this moment, a red spear suddenly attacked and pierced through Wang Ruoxu's chest.
The spear came so fast that no one in the hall had time to react. By the time they reacted, the spear had already been pulled out of Wang Ruoxu's body.
"Father!" Wang Buchen shouted angrily, drew his sword and was about to move forward.
"Lu Qin, stop him." Lu Tianxing whispered.
Without any hesitation, Lu Qin swung his double axes and knocked back Wang Buchen's sword.
Wang Buchen was shocked by the double axes, and the long sword in his hand almost fell off. He frowned and said, "Lu Qin!"
Lu Qin's voice was somewhat helpless: "Brother Buchen, Lu Qin has no other choice."
Wang Buchen looked angrily at the others at the main table. The man in blue was also extremely surprised. He murmured, "How could it be like this?"
Lu Tianxing was very calm: "Many years ago, I actually guessed that there would be such a day. Nephew Dongfang, what do you think?"
Dongfang Qi was shaking a little as he held the spear, not sure whether he was excited or afraid.
In the middle of the hall, Wang Ruoxu's hand left Priest Xue's body. He slowly turned around, looked at the person in front of him, and whispered, "Why?"
The person standing in front of him was his best fellow brother in life, and the man who had just shot him in the chest.
The head of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Yunwo.
"Because your ambition grows outside, while my ambition is hidden deep in my heart." Dongfang Yunwo had a blank expression on his face. He swung the spear and shook off the blood on it.
"But you have always supported me." Wang Ruoxu said slowly.
"I just never opposed you." Dongfang Yun sighed, "Because I know that the day I stand up against you, that will be the day for the final battle between you and me. I have always hoped that this day will not come, or will come later, but you forced me to this step."
Nangong Xier, who was fighting outside the restaurant, also noticed the huge changes in the house, but she found that Bai Long in front of her didn't seem to be surprised at all. She asked in confusion: "This time, are you and the Dongfang family joining forces?"
“Whether it’s Fusheng Zuimenglou, the Dongfang family, or Priest Xue, there is no so-called alliance. It’s just that everyone is making the right choice for their own interests.” Bai Long said lightly.
Nangong Xier turned around and shouted, "Su Baiyi, be careful!"
But it was too late, Dongfang Yun and I had already flown towards Su Baiyi.
"Dongfang Yunwo!" Wang Ruoxu shouted, enduring the severe pain, and hit Dongfang Yunwo. But Priest Xue blocked him and hit him back. Then Priest Xue swung the Judge's Pen in his hand and knocked Wang Ruoxu's mask flying.
“Heaven and earth mourn together!” Priest Xue stretched out his hand to take it.
But Dongfang Yunwo, who was originally running towards Su Baiyi, suddenly turned around, swung his spear, and flew out of the restaurant with the sorrow of heaven and earth.
The sword energy in Bailong's hand suddenly burst out, forcing Nangong Xier to retreat several steps. Then he stretched out his hand and caught the Sorrow of Heaven and Earth in his hand, and then kicked up and kicked the spear back to Dongfang Yunwo's side.
Priest Xue was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "This is interesting."
"Would it be more interesting if I put it on my face?" Bai Long smiled faintly.
Priest Xue took a few steps forward and asked: "Have you also learned the Ten Thousand Dao Heart Gate?"
Bai Long shook his head and hung the mask around his waist: "Unfortunately, no."
Inside the restaurant, Wang Buyu walked up to Wang Ruoxu, his horrified face full of tears. Although he and his father had always been at odds, the fear and sadness in his heart spread uncontrollably when he saw the man lying in a pool of blood in front of him.
"Father-Father!" Wang Buyu knelt on the ground.
"Run." Wang Ruoxu used up his last bit of strength to say the last words of his life.