Let you be a good grandson, you raise a group of banshees?

Xue Mei's face changed drastically. She felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if she was not facing a human being, but a demon god from ancient times!

"This...how is this possible?!" Xue Mei shouted in horror.

Lu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, like a Shura from hell!
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a wicked smile: "This is just the beginning..."

Xue Mei's fear was not without reason. Lu Yuan's current state could indeed be described as a "demon god". Violent black spiritual power surged around him, burning like the flames of hell, making his originally pale face look hideous. The horrifying wound on his chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, without even a trace of a scar left.

"Invincible, it's not just talk." Lu Yuan's voice was low and hoarse, like the whisper of a demon from the Netherworld. He stood up slowly, and the black spiritual power condensed into a pair of huge black wings behind him. With a slight flap, it set off a gust of wind, uprooting the surrounding trees.

Xue Mei's face turned pale, she had never seen such a horrible sight before. She wanted to escape, but found that her body was imprisoned and she couldn't move.

"Now, it's my turn." Lu Yuan curled up a cruel smile, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of Xue Mei.

He grabbed Xue Mei's neck and lifted her up high. Xue Mei struggled desperately, but was as weak as an ant.

"You... who are you?" Xue Mei asked in horror, her voice trembling.

"The one who killed you." Lu Yuan replied coldly.

The black spiritual power poured into Xue Mei's body like a tide, destroying her meridians crazily. Xue Mei screamed miserably, her body twitched continuously, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the blood charm's body exploded, turned into a ball of blood mist, and dissipated into the air.

Lu Yuan slowly put down his hand, and the black wings disappeared. He turned around and looked at Lin Feng who was lying on the ground.

Lin Feng was already unconscious, his body was covered with wounds, and his breath was weak.

Lu Yuan walked over to Lin Feng and checked his injuries. He found that his life was not in danger, but he was seriously injured and would need some time to recover.

He took out a healing pill from his storage ring, fed it to Lin Feng, then helped him up and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Your Excellency is so cruel that he didn't even let a woman go."

Lu Yuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in black with a stern face walking out of the dense forest.

Behind the man were several monks who were also dressed in black. Each of them had a powerful aura and was obviously not weak.

"Who are you?" Lu Yuan asked coldly.

"I am Wei Wuji, a minister of the Wei royal family." The man in black replied calmly.

"The royal family of Wei?" Lu Yuan frowned slightly. He didn't seem to have offended the royal family of Wei. Why did these people come to trouble him?

"Your Excellency killed a distinguished guest of the Wei royal family. Shouldn't you give an explanation?" Wei Wuji said coldly.

"Distinguished guest?" Lu Yuan sneered, "A demon who practices evil skills and kills innocent people is worthy of being called a distinguished guest?"

"Although Miss Xue Mei practices the magic skills, she has never killed innocent people. It is too much for you to slander her like this, isn't it?" Wei Wuji's face darkened and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Whether it is slander or not, you know it in your heart." Lu Yuan said disdainfully, "I am too lazy to waste time talking to you, if you want to do it, just do it."

"Well, since you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being rude!" Wei Wuji shouted angrily, drew out his sword and pointed it at Lu Yuan.

The several black-robed monks behind him also drew their weapons and surrounded Lu Yuan.

"You trash, you think you can stop me?" A trace of contempt flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes.

Although he was seriously injured, his strength should not be underestimated.

"Arrogant!" Wei Wuji shouted angrily and took the lead. The long sword in his hand turned into a cold light and went straight for Lu Yuan's throat. Several other black-robed monks also attacked at the same time, and all kinds of magic weapons and spiritual tools attacked Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan sneered, and with a flash of his body, he easily avoided all attacks.

He slapped out with his backhand, and violent black spiritual power gushed out like a volcanic eruption, knocking several black-robed monks away.

Wei Wuji's face changed drastically. He didn't expect Lu Yuan's strength to be so terrifying that he could defeat all his men with just one palm.

He was horrified and knew that he was no match for Lu Yuan, so he turned around and ran away.

"Want to escape? Not that easy!" Lu Yuan sneered, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of Wei Wuji, blocking his way.

"You...what do you want to do?" Wei Wuji asked in horror.

"Kill you." Lu Yuan replied indifferently.

He slapped out with his palm, hitting Wei Wuji right in the chest.

"puff!"

Wei Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground, his life or death unknown.

Lu Yuan ignored him and turned to look at the remaining black-robed monks.

These black-robed monks were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Please spare us! We won't dare to do it again!"

"Please let us go!"

A trace of disgust flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes. What he hated most was people who were afraid of death.

He snorted coldly and was about to kill all these people when suddenly a voice came from a distance: "Stop!"

Lu Yuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man in white clothes with an immortal look riding a sword coming towards him at an extremely fast speed, and he arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The old man looked at Wei Wuji lying on the ground, his face gloomy and his eyes full of anger.

"Who are you? How dare you kill the royal family of Wei!" the old man shouted angrily.

"Who are you?" Lu Yuan asked coldly.

"I am the Imperial Master of the State of Wei, Wei Xuan!" the old man said proudly.

"National Master of Wei?" Lu Yuan sneered, "What a great title! I want to see how capable you are."

Wei Xuan's hair and beard stood up, his eyes wide open, "How dare you be so rude, you idiot! Do you know that I am the strongest man in Wei State? You killed the royal family of Wei State, your crime is unforgivable!"

"The strongest man in Wei?" Lu Yuan curled his lips in disdain. "In my eyes, you are just a slightly stronger ant."

"You..." Wei Xuan was so angry that he was shaking all over. He didn't expect Lu Yuan to be so arrogant and didn't take him seriously at all.

"Stop talking nonsense, just fight if you want to, don't waste my time." Lu Yuan waved his hand impatiently.

Wei Xuan took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. He knew that he could not act impulsively and had to remain calm.

He observed Lu Yuan carefully and found that although Lu Yuan had a strong aura, he seemed to be seriously injured and was not in good condition. (End of this chapter)