23: Chapter 23 One man, one sword, a bloodbath on the long street

Dead silence.

After the brief dead silence, came an even more violent rage!

Chief looked at the headless corpse of his trusted subordinate, then at Gu Yan, whose expression was so indifferent that it seemed as if he had just casually swatted a fly, and the rage in his chest erupted completely!

"Kill him!"

"Get up there, all of you! Chop him into pieces!"

He let out a hysterical roar.

Face!

Chief held absolute authority in Black Wind Stronghold and had run rampant around Luoyun Town for decades. He relied on one word: "Ruthless," and on this reputation that made people tremble with fear!

Today, in front of so many subordinates, he had been humiliated by some unknown brat who had beheaded his man with a single sword strike!

This was even more unbearable than being slapped in the Face!

He could not bother to think about why the opponent was able to kill a Qi Refining Stage 2 Cultivator in one strike.

In his view, no matter how strange or strong the opponent was, he was ultimately just at Qi Refining Stage 4!

And on his side, besides himself, a Qi Refining Level 5 Cultivator, there were over thirty fierce bandits!

Among them, there was no lack of First Level of Qi Refining and Qi Refining Stage 2 Cultivators!

Even by piling people on him, they could crush him to death!

"Kill!"

Receiving the order, the fierce bandits snapped out of their shock. Having spent years licking blood off the blade, their ferocity was already carved into their bones. After the brief fear came a stirred-up, even more cruel ferocity!

More than thirty people, from all directions, brandished various blood-stained weapons, like a tightening net, and suddenly descended upon Gu Yan in the center of the courtyard!

Blade light and sword shadows, mixed with the pouring rain, intertwined into a symphony of death in the dim night.

However, facing this siege that would make any Cultivator of the same rank despair...

Gu Yan did not retreat; instead, he advanced!

His footwork was mysterious, and with a sway of his body, he turned into a blurred green shadow, actively moving towards the net of blades of death!

He did not choose the strongest, Chief, as the Breakthrough point.

Instead, like the sharpest scalpel, he precisely cut into the weakest link of the bandits' formation!

Puchi!

The ordinary iron in his hand, infused with True Qi, was sharper than any Sharp Weapon.

A sword light flashed, and a fierce bandit who had just raised his large saber stopped dead in his tracks; a small red dot appeared between his eyebrows.

Blood slowly seeped out from the red dot.

His eyes instantly lost all luster.

Gu Yan's figure did not pause for even a split second.

After his successful sword strike, his footwork changed again, and his body twisted and slid at an incredible angle, narrowly avoiding a battle-axe that slashed from the side.

At the same time, the iron sword in his hand swept back!

A beautiful, tragic line of blood bloomed in the rainy night.

The bandit holding the battle-axe clutched his slashed throat, making "Heh, heh" sounds, and fell down with a Face full of disbelief.

The slaughter had begun!

Gu Yan was like a ghost dancing on the tip of a blade.

Every dodge he made was just right, as if he could predict everyone's attack trajectory in advance.

Every strike of his sword was concise to the extreme, without any unnecessary flashy moves, yet ruthless to the extreme!

Slashing the throat, piercing the heart, blinding the eyes!

Every sword strike hit a vital point!

Every flash of sword light was inevitably accompanied by the passing of a life!

The Long Spring Art he cultivated, although only a Low Grade Cultivation Technique, did not have outstanding attack power, but it had one greatest advantage—his True Qi was long-lasting and endless!

In such a high-intensity melee, his stamina far exceeded those bandit Cultivators who practiced low-tier Cultivation Techniques!

And his Soul, having undergone Transmigration and Fusion with the memories of two lifetimes, gave him battle wisdom that was far superior to anyone in this era, which could only be described as terrifying!

He was like the most precise killing machine, calmly calculating the position of every person, the angle of every attack, and the route of every dodge.

Using the least amount of consumption to cause the greatest damage!

"Ah—!"

"My hand!"

"Devil! He is a devil!"

Screams rose and fell one after another.

The fierce bandits of Black Wind Stronghold were finally afraid.

They discovered that their siege of over thirty people not only failed to injure the opponent in the slightest, but instead, they were like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, being methodically singled out and massacred one by one!

Their attacks couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes!

But the opponent's sword was like a venomous snake with eyes, always able to pierce their vitals from the trickiest and most incredible angles!

"Trash! You are all a bunch of trash!"

Chief watched from behind, his eyes splitting with rage, screaming in fury.

He also waved his ghost-head saber several times, attempting to rush up and cut Gu Yan in half at the waist.

But Gu Yan's movement technique was too slippery!

Whenever his blade was about to reach him, Gu Yan could always pull over an unlucky bandit at just the right moment, blocking him in front of himself as a human shield!

Puchi!

Several times, Chief's saber landed on his own men, splitting his subordinates in two!

He had strength but nowhere to use it, feeling so stifled he wanted to vomit blood!

"Run!"

Don't know who it was, but the first person's psychological defense collapsed, and they let out a shrill scream.

He threw away the weapon in his hand, turned around, and fled for his life towards the gate that had already been smashed open!

The power of example is infinite.

With one person taking the lead, the remaining fierce bandits, who had long since been scared out of their wits, no longer cared about the Chief's orders; they scattered like birds and beasts, running out of the manor while crying for their parents.

They just wanted to escape this place, to escape that man who was like an Asura!

"Don't you dare run! Whoever dares to run, I will be the first to kill him!" Chief roared in frustration from behind.

However, at this moment, no one was listening to him anymore.

Gu Yan looked at the bandits fleeing in all directions, his eyes devoid of any fluctuation.

Letting a tiger return to the mountain?

That wouldn't happen.

He held the iron sword that was completely dyed red with blood, his figure swayed, and he chased out of the manor gate.

A one-sided slaughter officially continued from the Gu Family courtyard to the long street of Luoyun Town!

The rain fell even harder.

The pouring rain washed away the blood on the street, merging into winding, crimson streams that flowed towards the low-lying areas.

The shops along the street had long since closed their doors and windows.

But there were still countless pairs of terrified eyes, peering through door cracks and window paper, staring fixedly at the long street, at that green figure like a ghost, constantly flickering and chasing in the rainy night.

They saw a scene they would never be able to forget in their lifetime.

A man in green, one person, one sword.

Chasing dozens of vicious fierce bandits from Black Wind Stronghold, hacking and killing all the way!

His speed was incredibly fast!

His sword was even more unbelievably fast!

Every flicker was inevitably accompanied by a shrill scream and a fierce bandit falling to the ground.

The chase did not last too long.

When the last fleeing fierce bandit was pierced through the heart from behind by Gu Yan and nailed to the plaque of a tavern.

The entire long street, apart from the sound of the pouring rain, was silent.

Over thirty elite fierce bandits of Black Wind Stronghold were slaughtered in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick!

Gu Yan held the dripping iron sword and slowly turned around.

The rain washed away the blood on his body that did not belong to him.

His gaze pierced through the heavy rain, and finally, it fell on the only survivor at the end of the street, who was looking at him in shock, as if looking at a demon that had crawled out of Hell...

The leader of Black Wind Stronghold, Chief!