The ones most fired up were the innocent young n and won on the street.
These people felt that n and won who hadn’t mastered martial arts were no better than pigs and dogs and even had their looks, mating with them was akin to livestock.
But they had high standards; the martial arts experts they admired had even higher standards, and despite their utmost efforts to curry favor, they couldn’t even touch a sliver of their skin.
So lost everything and died, never having touched the hand of their beloved.
In their eyes, Li Kai, who had no qualms with n and won, deserved a thousand deaths.
The man with the curved blade was very emotional, holding his blade and saying, "Now that I’ve seen you, I can die in peace!"
With that, he tilted his murderous curved blade, stabbing it towards himself.
The already dangerous curved blade pierced into his body, and its ferocity seed to double.
Almost at the sa ti, Li Kai made his move.
No one present, not even experts like the Murong brothers, saw how he acted, but the flying knife was already on its way.
The curved blade was fast, swift, and fierce, but the flying knife was even faster.
With a clang, the flying knife and curved blade collided. The man with the curved blade let out a groan, his sharp blade was knocked out of his hand, and he fell heavily to the ground.
At this mont, Li Kai moved like lightning and, with a sweep, caught the man with the curved blade in his arms.
"Lan, why do you do this!" Li Kai said with deep affection.
"I’m willing to die for you, it’s better than you letting live like this!" Lan cried.
At this mont, Lin Yin rushed over, sobbing, "Cousin, are you really seeking death?"
Lan lifted his head and said, "I’m willing, willing to do anything for him."
Lin Yin got emotional and said, "So am I!"
Then Brother Long joined in, saying, "Who isn’t?"
With that, the four of them hugged and cried together, appearing harmonious for the mont.
The Murong brothers clutched their aching chests and said, "Damn it, you win!"
Even the most entertainnt-loving onlookers were shocked and deeply unsatisfied to see such relationships end in a happy reunion.
"Hey, weren’t we promised rivers of blood?"
"What happened to n’s dignity?"
"Is this world going crazy? Can we have no more innocence? I can’t stand it, I need a fling to adjust my mood."
...
After this performance, the Murong brothers felt uncomfortable and decided to look into so serious matters to adjust their mood.
On the way, he couldn’t help but secretly think, "Is this the price of mastering the flying knife?"
Back in the day, Li Feixia had a heroic na, respected by many, but his romantic reputation wasn’t good—apparently, he married his wife but also loved his page boy.
Could it be that this flying knife, like the "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain" of the Murong Family, leads the practitioner to love both n and won?
As the Murong brothers walked past that street, Li Kai suddenly looked in their departing direction, a look of solemnity in his eyes.
"What are you looking at?" the curved-blade guest Lan asked.
"I think that person looks familiar," Li Kai explained.
Slap, slap, slap, three sounds!
Li Kai was slapped three tis by his beloved ones.
Brother Long reprimanded, "You think we can’t tell you fancy soone else!"
"I, I didn’t!" Li Kai said guiltily.
You could only bla the Murong brothers for being too charming.
Ever since Duan Yun had beautified him with electrotherapy, he had an undeniable allure for n.
After all, once he swayed his hips, he attracted nearly half the city’s n, which naturally increased his allure for a "scoundrel" like Li Kai.
This was likely one of the few areas where the Murong brothers surpassed Duan Yun.
Back when neighbors exchanged greetings, even though Duan Yun had a better appearance and deanor than the Murong brothers, Li Kai’s attention was still on the Murong brothers.
And now, having only seen the back of the Murong brothers as they swayed their hips, he was attracted once more.
But after the three slaps, he finally cald down temporarily.
The news leaked that the Yuxi Sect’s base on Red Tower Mountain had been destroyed.
This was because a big blaze suddenly erupted at the base.
The bodies piled up high like a small mountain, making the fire visible from half the city.
The Murong brothers and Fan Gao seized so of the most valuable items, leaving with several sacks full.
You could only say that whether it was the Yuxi Sect or Red Tower Mountain, their long-term opium profits, even the assets Murong and company found were too vast to move in one go.
These rich sects naturally have hidden treasuries for money, concealed extrely well, to the point where even soone at the level of Second Sect Master Lin Mu couldn’t easily take from them.
In the Martial World, such treasuries, opened only when combined by a few scattered keys held by different people, were not uncommon.
There was no help for it; this was how the Martial World worked—famine or flood overtaking people.
By dusk, the setting sun was blood-red, and countless Jianghu Guests rushed towards the fire.
The ones running the fastest looked particularly haggard.
These people were all addicts of the Red Tower Mountain and Yuxi Sect’s opium. Even from afar, they slled the scent, confird by the Murong brothers’ orders from Duan Yun, who commanded the burning of the cursed opium too.
So swiftly, the entire Qinghe City was perated with the scent of Red Tower Mountain and Yuxi.
The heavily injured Red Tower Mountain Elder Hong Mingtian lay on a broken bed, taking a deep breath, exclaiming, "Good! Good! Good!"
Tears flowed simultaneously.
He had been lying in the back courtyard; Duan Yun hadn’t seen him upon returning, and Hong Mingtian had no idea. But slling the opium, he knew that Young Hero Duan was indeed spiteful, destroying Yuxi Sect completely.
His tears were also because Red Tower Mountain, like the burning opium, had been burnt nearly to ashes.
Though the Sect Leader was still outside, after this ordeal, reviving the Red Tower Mountain’s glory seed impossible.
The venerable reputation of a century-old establishnt finally fell.
However, thinking about how the self-assured Yuxi Sect also perished, Hong Mingtian couldn’t help but find solace in his heart.
In this ensnaring smoke, the news of the Yuxi Sect’s Second Sect Master Lin Mu and most of his disciples being slaughtered at Red Tower Mountain quickly reached the remaining four major factions.
Upon receiving the news, the faces of the four factions turned pale as paper.
With the previous example of the Grey Eagle Gang, and now even their fellow Yuxi Sect suffering the sa fate.
Not even giving the five major factions any face?
Among them, the most arrogant Eight Gods Sect Leader, Liu Aba, soon arrived at a dungeon.
In the dungeon, the Bloodthirsty Storyteller, filthy all over, seed barely breathing.
Liu Aba pointed at him and said, "Was it him who said Old Demon Duan ca and killed the Valkyrie?"
The elder beside nodded, "Yes, it was this fellow’s deluded speech disturbing people’s minds."
Liu Aba fell into a mont of contemplation.
The Bloodthirsty Storyteller looked at Liu Aba, nearly burning himself out, spitting blood, and said, "Sect Leader, I speak the truth."
"Really!"
"Saw it with my own eyes!"
Then, he keenly noticed Liu Aba’s odd expression and shouted, "Have you confird it? Have you seen Old Demon Duan!"
At this mont, Liu Aba said to the elder beside him, "The Grey Eagle Gang and Yuxi Sect affairs indeed seem like Old Demon Duan’s thods."
The Storyteller, spewing blood, exclaid, "Sect Leader, Old Demon Duan was gravely injured by the Valkyrie, heavily damaged! This is the best chance to slay him!"
Hearing this, Liu Aba suddenly erupted in maniacal laughter, saying, "Do I need you to say it?"
"In Qinghe City, Old Demon Duan dares to challenge our five major factions!"
With that, he ran fingers through his hair, laughing more madly.
The elder beside him distanced himself, fearing being pinned down for a mad hair tussle, and cautiously asked, "Sect Leader, do you an..."
Liu Aba laughed, his eyes red as blood, hair swinging, the entire man like a demon from hell, utterly terrifying.
He, locking eyes of steel with his own elder, said firmly, "Does it need saying? Order a retreat!"
"Retreat imdiately!"
"Overnight retreat!"
"Huh?" The elder hesitated for a mont, puzzled.
But just in that instant, Sect Leader Liu Aba had already "hahahaha!" dashed out in a puff of smoke, appearing as an example set, leading an overnight retreat.
The elder dared not delay, shouting, "Retreat! Quickly retreat!"
In that mont, the guards in the dungeon had all fled, leaving behind the suspended Bloodthirsty Storyteller.
Bloodthirsty Storyteller looked at the empty dungeon, a face full of pain, "No, Old Demon is gravely damaged!"
"Gravely damaged!"
"Did you all hear it wrong!"
"Huh?"
In the dungeon, only he remained, incensed and bleeding, with no response....
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