“Me?” Fengqingzi looked at the disheveled man over there. Although he didn't know him, the guy didn't seem to have much presence.
It really devalues my reputation as the White-Clad Swordsman.
“Are you going or not?” Jiang Moran kicked him.
“I'm going, I'm going, alright?”
Bu Jingyun watched the two of them fooling around as if he weren't even there, a wave of annoyance rising in his heart.
But just as he was about to make a move, a gentle breeze swept across his forehead. In his line of sight, a few strands of hair drifted down with the wind.
“Did I say you could move?” Fengqingzi said coldly, his sword unsheathing barely half an inch.
Bu Jingyun's pupils contracted. When?!
He hadn't even reacted. He was a hall master of the Martial Alliance's Weapon Armor Hall, a top-tier expert in the jianghu. Yet, without his knowledge, someone had sliced off a lock of his hair!
But Fengqingzi paid no mind to his shock, only saying flatly:
“To kill you, I only need one strike.”
Holding his longsword upright before him, his slender hand gently grasped the hilt.
Bu Jingyun stared at him intently, his spear creaking under his tight grip. The opponent wasn't moving. No, rather, he was moving, but it was incredibly slow.
Was it intentional? Or was he trying to torture him?
Bu Jingyun couldn't figure it out, but in the next second, he received his answer.
Clang! The ring of the sword unsheathing pierced his ears. The tip of the blade rapidly enlarged in his vision, and the fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by the strike, swirling continuously in the air.
Too fast...
That was Bu Jingyun's very last thought. He could see every detail on the tip of the blade, feel the beating of his heart, and register the icy chill at his throat.
The sword pierced his throat, and the swirling fallen leaves ground to a sudden halt, drifting slowly down from the sky to blanket the ground, his shoulders, and Bu Jingyun's body.
He collapsed to the ground, staring blankly up at the sky. The sight of withered yellow leaves fluttering before his eyes was actually rather beautiful. His mouth instinctively wanted to curve into a smile, yet he couldn't.
The fallen leaves gradually buried him until they formed a makeshift coffin.
Fengqingzi slowly wiped his blade as the leaves drifted down around him. At this moment, time itself seemed to stand still.
“So... so strong,” Chen stared blankly at the scene. The man who had run them ragged just moments ago was dead, and the other party had only used a single strike...
Chenn was equally shocked. The White-Clad Swordsman—he had heard this name before. But with this kind of strength, he could probably stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Five Heroes of the Jianghu, couldn't he?
Jiang Moran curled his lip. Why did the fight play out like this? Shouldn't they have clashed for dozens of rounds, before Fengqingzi finally revealed his killing intent at the critical moment and unleashed his ultimate ace-in-the-hole?
Why did he open with his ultimate?
Still, to be fair, the style points for this strike were off the charts.
The entire battlefield fell silent. Bu Jingyun was dead; there was no point in continuing the fight.
The members of the Martial Alliance dropped their weapons one after another and surrendered.
“Hey, let's slip away. Elder Li is still waiting over there,” Chenn whispered, pulling his younger brother.
“Oh, right, okay.”
The two crept toward the exit, quietly activating their Turtle Breathing Technique. In an instant, their presence faded.
Although things here were resolved, Chenn still said with some concern, “I wonder if the fight on Elder Li's side has started. But even if they did, there's no need to worry. Elder Li is so powerful.”
“Fight with whom?”
“Nonsense, with Wu Changfeng, of course.”
“Why would he fight with Wu Changfeng?”
“Did you lose your memory after taking a nap? His Majesty gave a strict order that we must resolve this within seven days...”
Chenn turned his head in annoyance, intending to jog his brother's memory, only to see a handsome, refined young man.
As for Chen, his mouth was covered, completely unable to make a sound, leaving him to blink frantically as a warning.
Jiang Moran raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Hi.”
...
...
On the other side, the main combat forces of the two major factions were locked in a standoff.
Wu Changfeng did not yet know that Bu Jingyun was dead. In his view, the situation over there had already stabilized.
At this moment, the Martial Alliance's side still had Vice Alliance Leader Chen Xiao and Loose Martial Hall Master Ren. Together with Wu Changfeng, they made up three of the Martial Alliance's four core combat forces.
The Tianxia Association also happened to have three people present: their Left and Right Protectors, and finally, their President.
The reason Wu Changfeng had hesitated to make a move was that he could not see through Elder Li. This withered old man was far too mysterious, making him impossible to read.
“Your Tianxia Association poached so many of our people, and now you even come to the Martial Alliance to cause trouble. Don't you think you've gone too far?” Wu Changfeng asked in a low voice.
“Heheh,” Elder Li chuckled, casually stroking his beard. “Alliance Leader Wu, your words are incorrect. It is not that we poached people from you, but rather that they chose to leave the Martial Alliance of their own accord.”
“And we did not come to cause trouble, but merely to seek justice for the brothers in our association.”
Justice? Wu Changfeng sneered inwardly. We are both old foxes, yet you are still playing this game with me? It's nothing more than an excuse to kick down our door.
Wu Changfeng took a deep breath. “Fine. How about I have my rebellious son apologize to the brothers of the Tianxia Association?”
“Of course that would be fine, but unfortunately, he refuses.”
“Refuses? Once I speak, how could he possibly refuse?”
“Oh?” Elder Li's hand stroking his beard paused, and he looked at Wu Changfeng with some surprise.
“So it requires the Alliance Leader to speak in person. However, he still won't be able to make that apology.”
Wu Changfeng was growing impatient, but in the next second, the expression on his face instantly froze. Elder Li had casually tossed a burlap sack forward.
The sack rolled a few times on the ground, and a severed head spilled out.
“Since he refused to apologize, this old man killed him.”
Rage ignited completely, nearly snapping the final thread of Wu Changfeng's sanity. He stared fixedly at Wu An's head, which still wore a lingering expression of resentment.
Thud! A figure crashed heavily to the ground, stepping directly on Wu An's head and crushing it. Blood mixed with bone fragments splattered in all directions.
Nobody present had expected this scene. Even Elder Li hadn't thought of being so vicious; crushing a son's head right in front of his father was indeed rather cruel.
“Who has so little civic mindedness to just throw heads around? How disgusting.”
Jiang Moran looked at his blood-stained foot and rubbed it against the ground in disgust. He was still carrying two people in his hands, who immediately scrambled to the side to vomit the moment they hit the ground.
He wiped his foot vigorously a few times before looking up, catching sight of Elder Li, whose face was still frozen in shock.
“Aren't you that old man from the imperial palace? What are you doing here?”
“Hehehe, young friend has sharp eyes.”
As the two conversed, on the other side, bloodshot veins crawled across Wu Changfeng's eyes. The sight of his son's head being crushed had completely pushed him over the edge.
“Do you even know what I am doing?!”
“Do you have any idea who I am working for?!”
“You don't!” Wu Changfeng roared, completely losing his mind at this moment.
“I am helping Du Jiugu look for his sword! You know nothing! You've been standing in my way, blocking me at every turn!!”
“He will definitely kill you all! Hahahahaha!”
Du Jiugu! Just as Chenn and Chen had recovered slightly, they heard Wu Changfeng's words, and their faces instantly paled.
Who didn't know that Du Jiugu held the title of the Peak of Martial Arts?
If Wu Changfeng really was helping Du Jiugu find his sword, then hadn't they ruined Du Jiugu's plans? If that man came looking for them...
At this thought, they couldn't help but shudder.
But as Wu Changfeng laughed, his laughter died out. He noticed that the two men before him showed no expression at all, as though they were looking at a fool.
What he didn't know was this:
The one on the left was the current Inner Palace's Number One Enshrined Master. In the entire world, those who could defeat him could be counted on one hand, and those who could even exchange a few moves with him could be counted on two.
The one on the right was the Ghost-Masked God of Slaughter—the former Number One in the World, the former Number One in the Jianghu, and currently the most mysterious figure in the martial world. He was one of the few who could defeat Elder Li.
“Why aren't you two afraid? That is Du Jiugu! One of the Four Supremes of the World, no, the leader of the Four Supremes of the World!!”
The leader? Jiang Moran raised an eyebrow. Although he had never admitted to being Number One in the World, nor had he ever claimed to be the leader of the Four Supremes, if someone were to say Du Jiugu could beat him...
“Oh, I'm so scared.”
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