But how could Sima Lingyun, a master trained by Ji Xingyun and coincidentally acquiring the formidable Four Seasons Sword Technique, perhaps even terrible at its extreme, and even Lu Tianxing dared not lightly receive this technique, how could this old man withstand it?

Sima Lingyun let out a cold laugh. As his mind shifted, sword qi crisscrossed, instantly shredding the True Qi, and in a short time, the temperature of the entire room seemed to drop to an extreme. Even in the air, flakes of snow fell from the sky, directly ignoring the True Qi surging around the old man’s body, landing on the old man’s skin.

"Ah!"

At the moment the snowflakes landed on the skin, the old man’s face twisted to the extreme, and he couldn’t help but let out a scream like a slaughtered pig. The True Qi on his body boiled constantly, trying hard to shake off the snowflakes on his skin, but once the snowflakes landed, they penetrated the old man’s skin and penetrated the meridians in an instant. In a short time, the breath exhaled from the old man’s mouth turned into white frost, and eyebrows and beard were covered with a layer of white frost.

"Condense!"

Sima Lingyun’s expression remained unchanged, and with a thought, the pervasive sword qi actually suspended over the old man’s head, densely packed, weaving in and out, like lightning traversing the clouds. Countless snowflakes drifted down from it, in the blink of an eye enveloping the old man within, turning the once lively old man into an ice sculpture in a short time. If it weren’t for his still blinking eyes, one might think he really became an ice sculpture.

Qiu Yingrong stood beside, stunned watching this scene, feeling like it took a while to react. It happened too quickly, incredibly fast, almost unresponsive, and in the blink of an eye, that once fiercely imposing old man turned into an ice sculpture. The prowess of Sima Lingyun is terrifying.

And Sima Lingyun, upon seeing the old man frozen into an ice sculpture, showed no change in his eyes, as if he had done something insignificant, and with a thought, the sword qi dispersed into the air.

Then, Sima Lingyun turned his head and said to Qiu Yingrong, "Miss Qiu, the crisis is now resolved, but there’s no guarantee there won’t be a second time. How about you accompany me to the lobby on the first floor? I believe your grandfather and the Third Young Master of Lu Family will arrive shortly."

"Thank you, Mr. Sima."

Qiu Yingrong nodded slightly, not refusing Sima Lingyun’s good intentions, and turned to the bedside, picking up Lingling, who had been put into a slumber by Sima Lingyun, and followed him downstairs.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Lu Tianxing looked at the bloodied man in front of him, and said indifferently, "Looks like I underestimated your toughness. Withstanding a hundred cuts and not saying a word, I seem to have underestimated your loyalty to your master. But do you think doing this is beneficial? Dying here, do you think your master will feel distressed? In his heart, you’re just a dog, and he has plenty of dogs in his hand. Rather than suffer, worse than death, why not tell everything you know, and I can let you die a little more peacefully."

Under the light, the floor of the ward was covered in bloody flesh cut from the man’s body, and a thick bloody stench filled the room, nauseating.

The man’s entire arm was bloodied to the extreme, even revealing the sharp white bones, horrifying to glimpse at.

Qiu Zhengfeng stood by, watching Lu Tianxing’s actions from beginning to end, with a cautious look deep in his eyes. He now finally understood why the Yang Family and Tang Family wanted Lu Tianxing dead—being his enemy is truly terrifying.

With someone like Lu Tianxing, it’s fine if you don’t provoke him, but if you do, he will never show mercy, every move is a killer attack, intending to annihilate, never leaving any threat behind. Such a person is the most terrifying, not to be opposed.

The man, upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, slowly lifted his head, looking at Lu Tianxing with venom, but deep fear lingered in his eyes. In his heart, Lu Tianxing now resembled the Devil.

"I won’t tell you, you’ll never find out. Kill me, and you’ll die too, Third Young Master of Lu Family, I’ll wait for you on the etherworld," the man said with a twisted face, as if eager to tear Lu Tianxing to shreds.

"Is that so? I think you’ll tell me very soon."

Under the light, Lu Tianxing’s lips slightly curled into a cruel, cold smile, his five fingers splayed, and instantly, True Qi emerged, forming fine blades on each fingertip.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Blades shot out from Lu Tianxing’s hands, landing on the man, flashing repetitively, with chunks of flesh flying into the air, glaring in the air.

"Ah, kill me, kill me..."

The man immediately howled in agony.

"Well, are you willing to tell me now? If you’re unwilling, we can continue. I’m not averse to spending time teaching you the meaning of ’death by a thousand cuts.’ I suppose you’d like to experience it."

Lu Tianxing’s five fingers splayed again, and the blades promptly flew back, hovering on his fingertips.

"I’ll tell, I’ll tell, I’ll say everything."

The man looked at Lu Tianxing, shouting hysterically. Generally, people fear death, but at this moment, the man craved a swift one.

"Are you sure you won’t persist?"

Lu Tianxing gazed at the man, speaking indifferently, "You had a tough stance just now, right? Why not persist a little longer? It’s only a hundred cuts so far; there are thousands more to go! Will you not savor it properly? Perhaps your master will remember a dog of his was cut to pieces in the name of loyalty!"

Upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, the man’s body trembled more violently, and the look at Lu Tianxing was filled with unconcealable fear. In his eyes, Lu Tianxing was no longer just a person but a Devil, a Devil emerging from Hell.