"Everyone, you must stand up for a weak woman like ."
"This sword is a family heirloom. I hope you can all help
get him to return it," one of the two won said, still insisting that Wu Tian's Seven-Star Dragon Abyss belonged to them. Most of the crowd believed them. After all, a beautiful woman's words were always more reliable than a man's. Besides, Wu Tian hadn't offered any explanation.
So what if they're won? They offend
like this? Do they still deserve to live? Little did they know, surges of endless Killing Intent were rising within Wu Tian's heart.
"What, nothing to say? Then hand over the sword," the other woman taunted with a smirk, her gaze harboring a subtle hint of viciousness.
Their goal, of course, was not the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss; that was just incidental. What they really wanted was to provoke Wu Tian into attacking. This was Wu Wo's strategy: get Wu Tian to act, thereby confirming the accusations against him. Then, they would have every right to finish him off. However, they were not scheming against a man, but a Ghost God.
Wu Tian scoffed, his eyes gleaming with disdain. "You two wretched won are quite the eyesore. To stand there so shalessly… your parents must have committed grave sins in their past lives to have given birth to things like you."
"Actually, you're not even that good-looking," the little one in Wu Tian's arms chid in, once again demonstrating his divine talent for twisting the knife. "It's just too much powder."
The faces of the two won, Ling Xia and Ling Yu, darkened. Ling Xia shouted to the surrounding crowd, "Look, everybody, look! He stole my sword and now he insults
like this! You tell , how can I let him get away with this?"
The Sword Masters of Mo Ye and Gan Jiang remained silent. They were poor and, for now, uncertain of who was right or wrong. But others had already sided with the two won, roaring their agreent that there was no need to be polite with such a person.
Ling Xia declared, "Very well. Since everyone is telling
not to show rcy, then I will show him none!"
She drew her blade, the Morning Glow Sword, forged by a renowned modern-day swordsmith. Acquired Inner Strength flowed within her. Nearby, Ling Yu also felt that Wu Tian was too arrogant. They had only frad him. Did he really need to call them bitches? It was simply too much.
"You've gone too far, showing not a shred of gentlemanly conduct. Sister Ling Xia, kill him!" she urged.
"Very well." Holding the Morning Glow Sword, Ling Xia stepped forward with a cold expression. "Do you have any last words? Because you won't have another chance to speak."
"Bitch."
Wu Tian chuckled, spitting out the single word and instantly sending Ling Xia into a towering rage.
I only frad you a little. Did you really have to be so vicious with your words?
"Die!" Ling Xia could no longer hold back. Killing Intent glead in her eyes as her figure shot forward, her sword stabbing toward Wu Tian.
It was Ei Swordsmanship, the swordplay of the Ei Sect, one of the great martial arts schools of the Jianghu. The techniques were as creative and unfettered as the thoughts of the sect's founding heroine, imbued with a lively, unpredictable quality. Ling Xia's strike whistled through the air, looking incredibly fierce. However, whatever finesse and adaptability the technique was supposed to have was completely lost in her execution.
"Ridiculous."
Wu Tian comnted with disdain, then kicked out directly. The kick wasn't fast; to the onlookers, it seed as casual as an ordinary person's. It was a simple strike, devoid of any sophisticated moves. Yet no one noticed the casual elegance of the motion, its effortless, natural perfection.
CLANG!
With a sharp crack, the collision of foot and blade shattered the Morning Glow Sword.
"How is that possible?"
Ling Xia's eyes filled with disbelief. While her sword wasn't so legendary blade from Ancient Tis, it was the work of a master swordsmith, not a re piece of scrap iron. While she was still in shock, Wu Tian's kick continued its trajectory and struck her squarely.
"Ah!"
Ling Xia had no ti to react. She was sent flying backward, smashing heavily into the ground, where she coughed up blood and died on the spot.
"You… you stole our Ei Sect's Seven-Star Dragon Abyss, and now you've killed my senior sister! You demon, you deserve to die!"
Furious, Ling Yu drew her Morning Dew Sword. Her beautiful eyes filled with Killing Intent as she, too, charged at Wu Tian.
"Fool." Wu Tian shook his head. Her senior sister is dead, and she's even weaker. Rushing at
like this is just suicide. Why is she doing it? Does she think she's prettier than her sister? That I'll show rcy?
He kicked out in the sa manner.
CLANG!
The sword shattered, and Ling Yu was likewise kicked to death.
"How dare you! How could you do this?"
"You stole their sword, and instead of apologizing, you killed them! You deserve to die a thousand deaths!"
"We must avenge them!"
"We will get them justice!"
The surrounding crowd watched in disbelief, their shock quickly turning into a burning rage.
"You bunch of fools!"
Wu Tian coldly swept his gaze over them. Everyone felt as if they had been targeted by a Ghost God, and their legs began to tremble uncontrollably. They wanted to step forward and avenge the two won, but they found they didn't have the courage. As long as no one made the first move, the rest didn't dare to either.
"What in the world is happening? He only glanced at , and I felt fear rise from the bottom of my heart," one man said with difficulty, his voice full of disbelief. He was also from a Jianghu sect but had never experienced anything like this.
"Is it his aura? Or could it be spiritual power?" an elder spoke with a grave expression. "In ancient tis, people with such a presence were Monarchs, especially the founding conquerors. A single glare from Ying Zheng could render the entire imperial court silent. But… who could have imagined this man would be so formidable?"
So people no longer believed Wu Tian was a thief. What kind of thief could be so powerful? But there were still so stubborn fools who clenched their teeth tightly.
"I will not yield to this demon's power!"
"That's right! We must avenge those two poor young won!"
Wu Tian shot these incurable fools a disgusted look, then snapped his fingers.
"Hm?" The stubborn fools suddenly found their hands moving against their will, drawing their own swords. The others watched in confusion, wondering what they were doing.
These n raised their own swords to their throats, their movents swift and decisive, without a mont's hesitation.
"No!"
"I don't want to die!"
"How can this be happening?"
Their minds were clear, but their bodies refused to obey their commands.
"Die," Wu Tian ordered.
Their swords slashed viciously. Blood gushed as they fell one by one, dying with their eyes wide open, unable to find peace.
"Stop! Stop it right now! You will not act so wantonly in the Ghost Valley Sacred Land!" Just as the last of the fools committed suicide, a cold voice rang out. More than a dozen n dressed in black and white Martial Arts Uniforms approached from a distance. They were the guardians of Ghost Valley, each one possessing power close to the Half-step Innate level. Their faces were stern as they gazed coldly at Wu Tian and issued their command.
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