“So you are the leader of the Martial Alliance?” Jiang Moran looked at him flatly, a cold gleam flashing in the depths of his eyes.
“A Jianghu Pursuit Warrant? You don't actually think that mobilizing it will get your blade back, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
Jiang Moran smiled. Instead of answering, he simply put one hand behind his back and beckoned them with the other.
“Stop wasting my time. Come at me all at once.”
The three of them were stunned by his words. This was quickly followed by the fury of being insulted—when had they ever been so looked down upon!
“Elder Li...” The Left Protector looked at Elder Li, appearing somewhat hesitant.
Elder Li waved his hand and smiled to reassure them. He had traded blows with that young friend before; these few people simply weren't enough.
Wu Changfeng said no more and lunged forward to kill him.
He unleashed his full strength right from the start. Having just suffered the pain of losing his son, and now being so provoked, this opening move was already his ultimate ace-in-the-hole.
Everyone could faintly see the illusory image of a ferocious tiger manifest. Not only did it resemble a tiger, but it also radiated a fierce tiger's majesty.
Before the fist could even land, his opponent's courage would shatter first!
“This is the Alliance Leader's ultimate technique, the Tiger Fiend Fist Technique!” Ren and Chen felt a chill in their hearts. To advance in the Tiger Fiend Fist Technique, one needed malevolent qi, which could only be obtained through slaughter.
The fist Wu Changfeng displayed had already reached the grandmastery stage. His malevolent qi could already condense into a tiger's silhouette and radiate a mind-shaking tiger's majesty!
Even Elder Li nodded. Wu Changfeng's strength placed him at least in the top tier of experts in the jianghu.
Faced with this Tiger Fiend Fist, Jiang Moran did not choose to dodge. Instead, he met it head-on, throwing out a simple and brutal punch without any fancy moves.
The collision of their fists generated a powerful shockwave that forced everyone back several steps.
Wu Changfeng's expression changed drastically. A dull, cracking sound echoed from his arm as bones fractured all the way from his knuckles to his elbow joint. He felt as though his punch had tried to move a massive mountain.
The overwhelming force from the opposing side surged forward. Unable to withstand it, Wu Changfeng was sent flying backward.
With just one clash, the difference in their strength was instantly clear!
Wu Changfeng fell to his knees. His right arm hung limply, completely ruined. He stared at the man in utter disbelief.
How is this possible? How can such a monster exist?
“To be honest, you're really weak.” A hint of disappointment showed on Jiang Moran's face. He had thought that, at the very least, Wu Changfeng would be on par with Elder Li, but he turned out to be just average.
The faces of Wu Changfeng and his two companions turned ashen, but the opponent's strength was undeniable.
“He's too strong. If the three of us attack together, we might still have a chance!” Wu Changfeng said in a low voice.
Ren and Chen, the Vice Alliance Leader, thought about it. This was indeed their only option.
“Elder Li, should we help?” the Left and Right Protectors asked, looking at Elder Li. From the looks of it, this person was on their side.
Elder Li shook his head. He wanted to see just where this young friend's limit lay.
The three of them formed a triangle to besiege Jiang Moran. They attacked simultaneously from the upper, middle, and lower paths, hoping to end the fight in one swift strike.
Yet, faced with this onslaught, he didn't even bat an eye.
“What is this young friend doing? Why is he standing there like a wooden post without making a single move?” Elder Li couldn't help but feel a sliver of doubt.
However, before this doubt could linger, his expression changed completely.
Wu Changfeng and the other two only felt an overwhelming, absolute killing intent envelope them. In that instant, it felt as though the Grim Reaper's scythe was already resting against their necks, with their life or death hanging by a thread.
The trio's movements suddenly ground to a halt mere centimeters away from Jiang Moran. It wasn't that they didn't want to move, but rather that their bodies had completely frozen.
Their sixth senses screamed in frenzy; never before had they felt such an intense threat of death.
Wu Changfeng's face was as pale as paper. While amateurs looked for flash, experts looked for depth. He himself cultivated malevolent qi. If the malevolent qi he condensed through his Tiger Fist was a lake, then the malevolent qi Jiang Moran was currently releasing naturally was a boundless ocean.
If merely letting it naturally spill out was already this terrifying, what would it be like if he actively circulated a technique?
At this thought, Wu Changfeng trembled violently. How could he not understand by now? In the entire jianghu—no, in the entire world—how many people could possess this level of killing intent?
Aside from the never-seen Ghost-Masked God of Slaughter, there was probably no second person. With this realization, the opponent's identity was already glaringly obvious.
“To die by my hand is an honor that will bring glory to three generations of your ancestors,” Jiang Moran said with a faint smile, pressing his palm slightly downward.
Splat!
The ground suddenly shattered, and the three of them were crushed by this terrifying force, dissolving into a mist of blood on the spot.
Elder Li stared blankly at the scene. Three experts standing at the top tier of the jianghu had died just like that, completely pulverized into a mist of blood.
He could have killed Wu Changfeng and the other two as well, but absolutely not this effortlessly and cleanly.
At this moment, not a single person in the area uttered a sound. Everyone maintained a deathly silence, out of sheer awe and reverence for the powerful expert before them.
“Young Master! Young Master!”
Just then, a voice shattered the oppressive atmosphere. Everyone's heart leaped—who was this suicidal fool daring to call out like that?
Turning their heads to look, they saw several people walking briskly through the entrance, led by an incomparably beautiful young girl.
And then, they witnessed a highly jarring scene.
“You guys are a bit slow,” Jiang Moran said with a smile, his entire demeanor shifting to one that was much more relaxed and casual.
“Young Master, what are you doing here? Weren't we going to crash their place?”
“Well, they are right there on the ground.”
On the ground? Hearing this, the three of them looked down, only to see a scene of complete devastation. The ground centered around Jiang Moran was deeply sunken, stained a massive sheet of crimson.
“Senior... You didn't turn them into a mist of blood, did you?”
Jiang Moran looked at Fengqingzi in surprise. “How did you know?”
...
Meanwhile, in a small wooden cabin nestled in the mountain forest.
Qiu Zhiya brought a bowl of medicine from the old physician and pushed open the door to the room where Xu Qing was resting.
—Clatter!
The medicine bowl in her hand crashed to the floor. She stared fixedly inside. Next to Xu Qing's bed sat a man wearing a bamboo hat, though she had no idea when he had arrived.
Noticing the movement at the door, he glanced back indifferently.
“Shh. Don't disturb my medicine thrall.”
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