He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 843 The Little Handsome Guy Makes a Move

Long Si had no intention of letting him go so easily. His eyes darkened, and the pressure around him suddenly dropped, making the surrounding air seem colder: "You know my whereabouts, and you've also found out where the Dragon Clan is. Do you think you can leave alive?" The secrets of the Dragon Clan are never to be spied on by outsiders. This kid has been following us all this way, so he must know a lot. Keeping him around will only bring trouble.

The fourth brother felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that the other party intended to kill him. His concealment technique had been broken, his only reliance was gone. If a fight broke out, he might not be able to handle even the young man he had just been fighting, let alone Long Si. He hurriedly waved his hands, his voice trembling with urgency: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! I'm your friend, not your enemy! The sect leader and Miss Xiao Li are old acquaintances, close friends. How could I possibly harm you? I'll leave right now, I won't divulge a single word, I'll pretend I saw nothing!"

Xiao Li's mother, still looking flustered, quickly stepped forward and hurriedly explained to Long Si, "Yes, Mr. Long, Xiao Li has been staying at He Yuzhu's house these past few days and hasn't dared to leave even for a moment. She really hasn't provoked anyone from the Ye family. Please don't misunderstand."

Upon hearing this, Long Si's pupils contracted slightly, as if he had suddenly understood something. The fierce aura between his brows gradually dissipated, and he turned to look at the fourth brother, who was still in a daze, his tone returning to a calmer tone: "You can leave now."

He knew perfectly well that the one who would specifically send people to keep an eye out for the dragons was definitely not He Yuzhu, that mortal who had no interest in the conflicts of the demon race; it must be the Dragon Godslayer behind him. He never expected that his son would now know to care about his father. This belated concern stirred a ripple in Long Si's frozen heart, bringing a rare warmth.

The fourth brother was bewildered by this sudden turn of events. Just a moment ago, they were at loggerheads, so why was he suddenly being let go? But he dared not ask any questions. It was already a stroke of luck to survive from this dragon, so why wouldn't he leave? He hurriedly cupped his hands in thanks, forgetting to even say thank you, and turned to run away. His steps were so frantic that it was as if a ferocious beast was chasing him. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the forest path.

Xiao Shuai, who was standing to the side, was getting anxious. Seeing that the fourth brother was being let go like that, he couldn't help but step forward, look up at Long Si, and ask with some confusion and urgency: "Master, are we just going to let him go like that? He's a member of the Ye family. He'll definitely report back when he gets back, which will attract more cultivators, and we'll be in trouble!"

Before Long Si could finish speaking, Xiao Shuai had already shot off like an arrow. He stomped his foot hard on the ground, creating a half-inch-deep crater in the hard soil, sending pebbles tumbling down with a "whoosh." His figure became a blurry afterimage, almost instantly closing in on Lao Si. His speed was astonishing; a faint shockwave even appeared in the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

The fourth brother's pupils contracted sharply. Years of combat experience allowed him to react instantly in this critical moment. Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a half-step forward with his left foot, firmly planting himself in a horse stance, as immovable as the roots of an old tree. His right arm swung out like a steel whip, the cuffs fluttering in the wind, carrying a powerful force. With a muffled thud, the fourth brother's forearm precisely parried the young man's fist. The moment the two powerful forces collided, the surrounding fallen leaves were shaken upwards, fluttering like butterflies.

When Xiao Shuai missed his first strike, he used the rebound force to spin rapidly, turning half a circle like a top. His right leg swept out like an iron whip, whistling through the air as it aimed straight for Lao Si's waist. His movements were swift and cunning, each move revealing a ruthless, reckless determination. He was clearly serious and determined to settle the score.

The fourth brother was prepared. He bent his waist sharply backward, like a fully drawn bow, his back almost parallel to the ground, narrowly avoiding the whip kick. The sharp wind swept past his clothes, whipping the thick tree trunk behind him with a "crack," peeling off a small piece of bark to reveal the bluish-white wood underneath. Before he could fully regain his footing, his left hand formed a palm and slashed towards the back of Xiao Shuai's knee with lightning speed—this was a clever way to deflect the force, at a tricky angle. If it hit, the opponent's attack would instantly collapse, making it difficult to hold on.

Xiao Shuai, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He suddenly raised his knee to avoid the incoming palm strike, while simultaneously grabbing Lao Si's wrist with his left hand like an iron clamp and punching his right fist straight at Lao Si's chest. The punch was fierce and powerful, with a whistling sound that tore through the air. It was clear that he had used all his strength, and even the surrounding airflow was disturbed.

The fourth brother's wrist was gripped, but he remained calm. He used the opponent's force to lunge forward, simultaneously slamming his shoulder into Xiao Shuai's chest like a struck bell. With a loud bang, the two men collided like two boulders, each thrown back three steps. Xiao Shuai staggered to regain his balance, a tightness in his chest and a metallic taste rising in his throat, clearly having been hit by a hidden force; the fourth brother, meanwhile, secretly circulated his inner energy to alleviate the soreness and numbness in his arm, his brow furrowing slightly—this kid looked young, but his strength was far greater than he appeared, and his wrist still throbbed with pain where it had been gripped.

Before he could catch his breath, Xiao Shuai pressed forward again. His movements were elusive, sometimes shifting and leaping like a nimble monkey, weaving through the forest. He unleashed a barrage of punches, elbow strikes, and knee strikes, each aimed at Lao Si's vitals. Lao Si, on the other hand, remained as steady as a rock, his arms blocking like an iron wall. In his evasive maneuvers, he always managed to avoid fatal attacks by the slightest margin. Occasionally, his counterattacks were delivered with a steady and powerful palm strike, like a mountain pressing down, forcing Xiao Shuai to retreat and preventing him from advancing even half a step.

The two men grappled in the narrow open space, their figures flashing and twisting so fast that their moves were almost invisible. The muffled thuds of fists colliding, the hissing of clothes rubbing together, and the occasional crisp sound of something striking a tree trunk mingled together, causing the surrounding branches and leaves to rustle and fall, carpeting the ground with broken leaves. Xiao Shuai's attacks were like a raging storm, carrying an unstoppable momentum, as if he wanted to tear everything in his path to shreds; Lao Si's defense was like an impregnable dam, seemingly passive, yet always managing to turn the tide at crucial moments, holding the line perfectly.

In the heat of the battle, Xiao Shuai suddenly changed his move. His left toe spun on the ground, propelling him several feet into the air. His right leg traced a perfect arc in the air, striking down with immense force towards Lao Si's head. The wind howled, and the strike possessed the power to shatter stone and split monuments. Lao Si looked up at the whistling foot, a fierce glint in his eyes. Instead of retreating, he lunged forward, lowering his body and unleashing a barrage of punches, like two dragons emerging from the sea, aimed straight for Xiao Shuai's abdomen. This was a mutually destructive fighting style, trading one's own injury for the opponent's opening—a ruthless move. Lao Si absolutely could not be allowed to escape.