Peerless Taoist

Madame Xiahou cried out in despair.    

She watched helplessly as that powerful palm was about to land on her husband's coffin.    

"Bang!"    

But at that moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed past. It raised its hand and flicked its sleeve, instantly turning that palm into nothingness.    

Everyone was shocked in their hearts.    

In front of Xiahou Li's coffin, there was a young man dressed in plain clothes, holding a bloody head in his hand.    

This man was Lu Yu!    

"It's better to raise the defenses of your Xiahou Family. You won't even know if the thief enters the courtyard."    

Lu Yu said plainly, then he raised his hand and threw the head onto the ground.    

As soon as he arrived in the courtyard, he felt a wave of evil Qi coming from the backyard of the Xiahou family.    

Since the evil cultivators had snuck in, Lu Yu naturally couldn't let them go. Therefore, he immediately went to the backyard to help the Xiahou family get rid of any future troubles.    

"This... Isn't this the Ancestor of Qing City?"    

"That's right. This is an evil cultivator who has been wanted by the Ministry of Justice for many years. He actually sneaked into our residence!"    

Many of the Xiahou family members exclaimed in shock when they saw the head on the ground.    

The evil cultivator killed by Lu Yu could be considered a notorious existence in the pugilistic world. The families he had his eyes on were most likely going to be wiped out.    

Many Xiahou clansmen shivered.    

If Ancestor really made a move against them, they were afraid that not a single one of them would survive.    

The Marquis of Changling frowned slightly when he saw the head rolling on the ground.    

But when he raised his head and saw Lu Yu, his body suddenly trembled.    

"Kid, you are not a member of my Xiahou Family. Where did you come from?" Xiahou Yan took a step forward and berated loudly.    

Many elders and Family Head from the branch family also stepped forward and started to criticize Lu Yu.    

However, right at this moment.    

The Changling Marquis suddenly took off his helmet and knelt on one knee.    

"Lord Marquis, what are you doing?" Xiahou Yan turned pale with fright.    

The other Xiahou Family members were also stunned. For a moment, they were all at a loss.    

"The coffin is crooked. Go fix it." Lu Yu said lightly.    

"Yes!"    

Marquis Changling did not hesitate and immediately went forward to correct the coffin.    

That respectful attitude was like a servant seeing his master. It was as if he was willing to do anything and was trembling with fear.    

For a moment, everyone was silent.    

Xiahou Shuo was overjoyed, and he shouted furiously at the group of elders, "Did you see that? This is Lord Marquis's old friend! Master Hou's connections far exceeds your imagination!"    

Xiahou Yan and the other elders did not speak.    

They saw that Lord Changling had obediently straightened the coffin. All of them stood rooted to the ground, not daring to say a single word.    

What kind of proud existence was the Chang Ling Marquis?    

Even Xiahou Li, who was also a marquis, was nothing in the eyes of the marquis.    

However, it was such a proud expert who lowered his head to the young man in front of him.    

"Who are you?"    

Xiahou Yan berated with a trembling voice, and he seemed to be rather weak on the inside.    

"Are you talking to me?"    

Lu Yu glanced at Xiahou Yan.    

In an instant, a majestic pressure descended upon them. Xiahou Yan and the group of elders were kneeling on the ground.    

They only felt a towering mountain pressing down on them, making them unable to breathe.    

Not far away, Lady Xiahou covered her mouth with tears in her eyes. Her body began to tremble slightly in excitement.    

At this moment.    

Marquis Changling straightened the coffin and walked quickly to Lu Yu's side.    

"I didn't know that Your Majesty was here. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" Marquis Changling's voice was hoarse, and his forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat.