Puff puff puff.....
The Palm Force, Sword Force, and Leg Force completely exploded simultaneously, causing waves of energy to sweep around the vicinity. The front entrance of the inn was completely destroyed, and the ground beca pitted and uneven. As three figures collided with each other, sparks flew everywhere.
"Blood-Dropping Blade!"
The young man in red unleashed a slash, a strong red glow emanated from the blade, and threads of fresh blood flowed from his hand, streaking across the Long Saber. The red glow on the Long Saber shone as red as blood, eerie and demonic.
Puff puff puff.....
The surrounding Palm Force and Leg Force instantly shattered as if the Darkness had been suddenly torn apart, revealing the Light once more. The air cleared up.
Tap tap tap!
The two Skull Society mbers staggered back quickly, their faces alternated between red and white. Threads of fresh blood slowly trickled from the corners of their mouths, bright red.
"Damn it!"
One Skull Society mber cursed angrily, but knowing that the two of them were no match for the young man in red, he quickly slunk away, plotting his revenge in his mind.
The young man in red watched coldly without making a move to kill the two. After all, Skull Society had significant influence at the Life and Death Gorge. Killing them now would force even him to flee for his life.
Many of the Martial Artists watching the commotion did not leave imdiately. Instead, their eyes grew more excited, knowing that the two Skull Society mbers would not let this go. Perhaps, the higher-ups from Skull Society might also take action.
"Young hero, you should leave quickly. Those two Skull Society mbers definitely won’t let this go. More Martial Artists will co soon, and you won’t be able to handle them!"
The innkeeper ca out from the back hall and kindly reminded him, his heart aching as he looked at the wrecked inn. He had worked his entire life to finally earn enough to open this inn, never expecting that a single fight would destroy it completely.
"Thank you. These silver taels will serve as compensation for the inn!"
The young man in red knew this was not the ti to play hero. With True Dao Fifth Layer experts in Skull Society, he was definitely no match for them.
Before leaving, he took out several Silver Notes from his Storage Ring and handed them to the innkeeper, who thanked him profusely.
Chu Ming watched all this, but did not move. Although he had also offended Skull Society, he was not very afraid. Moreover, he needed to pass through this town to get to the Celestial River Kingdom.
"Sigh....."
Seeing Chu Ming unmoved, the innkeeper wanted to persuade him again but ultimately shook his head. Watching from the back hall, he knew that Chu Ming had offended Skull Society because he had helped the inn’s waiter. There was nothing he could do to help Chu Ming.
Chu Ming took a sip of wine, glancing at the Martial Artist in the black hat. The earlier ruckus seed to have had no effect on him, as he still calmly sipped his tea.
"What a strange person!"
Chu Ming thought, silently drinking.
Half an incense stick later, his gaze shifted slightly. A faint killing intent wafted in the air.
"They’re here!"
Boom!
Fifteen to sixteen n in black martial attire stord into the inn. Leading them was an elder in his sixties with graying temples and a sinister gaze, his lips curled into a sneer. He had a goatee and wore a hunting robe. He was a Martial Artist of the True Dao Fourth Layer. As soon as he entered, the n made way for him, eyes filled with reverence.
"Who dared to offend our Skull Society mbers just now?"
A cold voice echoed. The elder’s sinister gaze swept across everyone in the inn. When it landed on Chu Ming, it paused for a mont before moving on.
"The young man in red has already left!"
A voice from the crowd called out. The sinister elder glanced in the direction of the voice but could not locate its source, which made his expression even more somber.
"Elder, he also offended earlier. I told him I was a mber of Skull Society, and he said he looked down on Skull Society mbers!"
The Martial Artist who had briefly exchanged blows with Chu Ming earlier now approached the sinister elder, pointing at Chu Ming while adding fuel to the fire with his words.
"Oh?"
The sinister elder cast a glance at Chu Ming. Seeing that he was rely a Transcendence Realm Ninth Layer Martial Artist, a cold gleam imdiately flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice.
"Boy, sever your limbs, and I might spare your life!"
"What if I refuse?"
Chu Ming lightly caressed his wine cup, his gaze indifferent as he showed no fear towards the sinister elder.
"That won’t be up to you!"
The sinister elder said coldly, lunging forward abruptly. His right hand ford into a claw, Spiritual Power emanated sharply, creating a three-inch blade, the air reversing as red light slashed, killing intent overwhelming.
"Get lost!"
Chu Ming growled, lightly dipping his finger into the wine cup and flicking it. Instantly, several drops of wine broke through the air with bursts of explosive sounds as they collided. The friction between the wine and the air heated up imnsely, with Chu Ming infusing Slaughter Sword Intent into the wine.
Bang bang bang.....
Seeing the incoming wine, the sinister elder’s face changed imdiately. While retreating, his hand clawed and danced, emitting red light.
Thud thud thud.....
He retreated all the way out of the inn before stopping. His black robe was disheveled with faint tears. When he looked up, he saw that all the Skull Society mbers he had brought were already dead, their bodies riddled with holes, blood streaming down.
His eyes flashed with fear. The young man before him had not even moved, yet he killed all his n with just so drops of wine. Even their leader didn’t have such strength.
Swish!
His body flickered, intending to escape. But just as he turned his head, his breathing quickened as a blue Longsword was pressed against his neck. A slight movent could end his life.
"Young hero, watch out with your sword....."
Martial Artists fear death, and no one doesn’t fear death. Facing the threat to his life, the sinister elder’s face turned pale, and he tremblingly pleaded.
"Do you want to live?"
Chu Ming asked calmly, squinting his eyes slightly, the Blue Red Sword trembling lightly.
"Y-yes yes!"
The sinister elder nodded at once.
"If you want to live, take to Skull Society’s base!"
Chu Ming said slowly, a glint of cold light flashing across the Blue Red Sword.
"Alright....."
The sinister elder had no other choices, especially feeling the chilling aura of the sword-tip that made his mind waver.
Watching the two walk farther, the Martial Artists prepared to watch the commotion around the inn were utterly stunned. This scene was completely beyond their imagination.
The reason for going to Skull Society was for Spirit Stones. Martial Artists needed Spirit Stones for cultivation. No Martial Artist would ever think they had too many. Though Chu Ming had quite a few Middle Grade Spirit Stones, they would be used up eventually. Since Skull Society had provoked him, their wealth would naturally be plundered.
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