Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 2433: Chapter 2434: Posturing and Hypocrisy (Part 3)

Lü Xiuming was overjoyed, immediately abandoning Lü Yangyan and rushing straight towards Xiao Ya.

Lü Yangyan thought to himself, "Not good," and dashed forward, trying to shield his sister behind him.

But how could his speed possibly compare to Lü Xiuming?

Almost in an instant, Lü Xiuming was already in front of Lü Xiaoya, reaching out with his palm, about to strike her.

Lü Xiaoya was powerless, and upon seeing this situation, she was instantly frightened silly, standing frozen on the spot.

Standing not far away, Lü Zhengqing saw this and showed a conflicted expression on his face.

To be honest, he didn’t want to have a direct conflict with Lü Xiuming.

Because he knew that within the True Martial lineage, Lü Xiuming’s strength and status far surpassed his own. Even the sect leader valued him greatly.

But if he just watched this innocent girl die in front of him, he couldn’t bear it. So he hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, planted his foot on the ground, and was about to rush over to save Lü Xiaoya.

But just as he was halfway there, Lü Xiuming sneered, "I knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back!"

As the words fell, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from behind Lü Xiuming, heading straight for Lü Zhengqing’s face.

Lü Zhengqing felt a deep sense of dread and sidestepped to narrowly avoid the blow.

But because of this delay, Lü Xiuming reached Xiao Ya, grinning wickedly as he stretched out his hand to take control of her.

He thought very clearly that as long as he controlled this Lü Xiaoya, Lü Yangyan would have no choice but to comply.

Admittedly, his plan was very well thought out.

But just as his fingers were about to touch the tip of Lü Xiaoya’s hair.

Suddenly.

He felt a nameless crisis gripping his heart, a sense that startled him, and he was horrified to find that his previously rampant True Martial power vanished without a trace upon touching this girl, like water pouring into the sea.

This discovery sent a shock through his heart.

He knew his aura was extremely powerful, something even someone as strong as Lü Zhengqing would have to avoid.

How could it disappear like this in front of this girl?

Despite his shock and doubt, his hand continued to move, still trying to seize her.

But the next second, he sensed an indescribable, extremely faint aura suddenly emanating from Lü Xiaoya.

It was this hair-thin aura that hit like a heavy hammer, sending Lü Xiuming flying into the distance.

The whole audience was shocked!

No one expected such a dramatic turn of events.

Lü Xiuming, after steadying himself, let out a muffled grunt, his eyes filled with infinite terror.

Though that aura was faint, it was incredibly powerful, even evoking deep fear in his heart.

Meanwhile, Lü Yangyan had already reached his sister, exclaiming, "Xiao Ya, are you all right?"

Lü Xiaoya blinked her eyes and called out "Brother," then immediately fainted backward.

Lü Yangyan cried out in shock, catching his sister, seeing that her face was flushed, eyes tightly closed, and her breathing weak; she was clearly in bad shape.

At this time, Lü Zhengqing also arrived, and upon seeing this scene, his face changed dramatically.

"Yangyan!"

Just as he shouted, a boundless True Martial aura surged skyward from Lü Yangyan, ascending step by step, breaking through instantly to the Half-Saint Realm.

Under his aura, everyone’s expressions changed simultaneously.

Then a voice, as if from the depths of hell, filled with endless hatred and fury, echoed in everyone’s ears.

"You all must die!"

With these words, the aura above Lü Yangyan’s head condensed into the True Martial Avatar and charged towards Lü Xiuming.

Though taken aback, Lü Xiuming quickly regained composure, sneering, "You actually broke through? So what?"

With that, he raised his fist to meet the True Martial Avatar head-on.

Boom!

After a loud crash, the True Martial Avatar collapsed more than half its body, leaving only a small part intact.

Yet even so, it didn’t take a step back.

Instead, Lü Xiuming was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, knocked back dozens of steps, spewing a mouthful of blood midway.

This shocked the entire audience.

Even Lü Zhengqing was left dumbfounded, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The newly Half-Saint Lü Yangyan repelled the chief enforcer Lü Xiuming with a single move; it was simply unbelievable.

Lü Xiuming was equally shocked. Having regained his footing, his face was indescribably grim, almost ready to bleed.

At that moment, Lü Yangyan suddenly spat a mouthful of pale golden blood, causing the half-remaining True Martial Avatar to swell.

In an instant, the True Martial Avatar restored itself and its might even surpassed before.

Subsequently, the Avatar took a step forward, arriving in front of Lü Xiuming, raising its fist to strike.

The speed was so fast that no one could react in time.

Lü Xiuming, frightened to the core, found himself unable to dodge, watching helplessly as the fist came straight for his face.

At that moment, a cold snort resounded, and a withered hand appeared out of nowhere, blocking the punch.

Crack!

With a soft sound, fine cracks began to spread over the fist of the True Martial Avatar, quickly extending upward.

In the blink of an eye, those cracks covered the entire Avatar, which then silently shattered.

Lü Yangyan grunted, blood seeping from his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Meanwhile, an ancient and venerable old man appeared at the scene, none other than the Grand Priest, second only to the sect leader in the True Martial lineage.

Seeing him, a tense Lü Zhengqing thought to himself.

It’s over.

Today’s matter won’t be resolved easily.

But Lü Xiuming and his followers were overjoyed, and they all bowed their heads in respect.

"Grand Priest!"

The Grand Priest didn’t respond, instead quietly observing the gravely injured Lü Yangyan and sighed lightly.

"Lü Yangyan, I know what happened earlier. Hand over the Treasure Bead, and I might spare you and this little girl."

Lü Yangyan fiercely wiped the blood from his face, giving the Grand Priest a cold glance.

The Grand Priest felt a tremor in his heart.

What kind of gaze was this, filled with boundless hatred and rage, like a beast at the end of its rope, ready to devour anyone in its path.

Lü Xiuming was infuriated, speaking coldly, "Grand Priest, this person is incorrigible. It’s better to kill him directly. After all, Fei Chen is urgently waiting. What if something goes wrong if it drags on too long?"

The Grand Priest pondered for a moment, then sighed softly and nodded.

"Blame yourself for possessing something that does not belong to you!"

Lü Xiuming sneered, about to strike Lü Yangyan.

But at that moment, a playful female voice came from afar, accompanied by a crisp applause.

"Tsk tsk, truly spectacular. Not until today did I understand what it means to be hypocritical, to wear the mask of virtue!"