Chapter 101 I hadn't even used my strength before you collapsed.

These words were filled with chilling killing intent, striking the ground with a resounding thud!

Ma Qingzong was speechless.

Yan Chu had come to this world to live freely, settling grudges with a swift blade, not to be timid and submissive.

If he had compromised with his enemies out of fear of death, how could he have achieved his current cultivation?

If anyone dared to raise a hand against him, he would kill them!

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At this moment, a pigeon flew out from the woods on the shore, flapping its wings, and landed on the deck of the large ship where Yan Chu was.

"Is that a carrier pigeon?"

"Could it be news from the Gang?"

The members of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang on the deck saw a small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg and hurriedly removed it to hand to Yan Chu.

After opening it, he found a note. Yan Chu glanced over the information, handed the note to Ma Qingzong, and said indifferently:

"Wait here, I will be back shortly!"

Having said that, with a swish, he turned into a shadow of wind and disappeared from where he stood.

Ma Qingzong looked at the information on the note, his expression turning strange.

This person was not one to be threatened!

On a small hill over twenty miles away, there was a pavilion. Commander of the Six Fan School stood in the pavilion, gazing into the distance toward the Yang River.

"Calculating the time, Yan Chu should have received the message by now!"

A subtle smile appeared on the corner of Commander of the Six Fan School's mouth,

"We helped you this time, so you must repay us next time!"

"Favors from the Wind Listening Pavilion are not easily owed!"

"Is that so? So you are from the Wind Listening Pavilion?"

What?

Hearing this voice, Commander of the Six Fan School was shocked.

He felt a sudden chill crawl from his tailbone to the back of his head, his scalp tingling.

He turned around stiffly.

He saw Yan Chu standing outside the pavilion, looking at him with a half-smile.

After reaching the Grandmaster Realm, Yan Chu had cultivated his Primordial Spirit.

The power of Divine Sense was infinitely profound. Perceiving the flight path of the carrier pigeon and tracking it all the way here was merely a small use of his Divine Sense.

There were many more uses waiting to be slowly developed.

"Yan... Yan... Yan..."

"Yan Chu!"

Yan Chu smiled as he told the other party his name, but this smile made Commander of the Six Fan School feel terrified.

Yan Chu's fierce reputation was simply too great.

Having killed Grandmasters in succession, he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

"Great Hero Yan, I have never offended you!"

"I know that, of course, which is why you can't feel how cold the blade is yet!"

Swish!

Yan Chu's figure flashed.

Commander of the Six Fan School's expression changed drastically. He wanted to do something but was completely unable to, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.

A moment later, Yan Chu returned to the ship and casually tossed the fainted Commander of the Six Fan School onto the deck.

"This is..."

Ma Qingzong was stunned; he immediately recognized Commander of the Six Fan School, and looked at Yan Chu with confusion.

Yan Chu ordered: "Keep an eye on him first, and deal with him when I return!"

After saying this, he turned into a whirlwind and left.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

...

The main altar of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang was located in Lanjiang Valley.

To get there, one had to travel by boat. If one were to cross the mountains directly to reach the top of the valley, it would require a long detour, so few people traveled that way.

Today, a strange person appeared on the Yang River.

He did not take a boat, nor did he cross the mountains; he walked alone on the Yang River.

Beneath his feet, the river water seemed to obey his command. His feet stepped on the crests of the waves, flowing majestically with the waters of the Yang River as he rushed forward.

His speed was much faster than the fastest boat, leaving only an afterimage on the river surface.

Old Man Li, who had lived by the Yang River for generations, was out fishing today and happened to see this scene. He couldn't help but rub his eyes.

"Am I seeing a ghost?"

Smacking his lips, he opened his eyes again to look, only to find that there was no figure on the river.

"Hiss..."

Old Man Li shivered, wondering if he hadn't checked the almanac before leaving the house today? Had he encountered something unclean?

He hurriedly pulled in his nets and rowed the boat for half an hour, intending to go ashore and rest for the day.

But just as he rowed to the shore, he found a middle-aged man standing there.

This middle-aged man wore white clothes, had a gaunt figure, a refined face, frost-touched temples, and his eyes were staring straight at the river surface.

On his back was a large saber, which looked completely out of proportion to his lean build.

Old Man Li had been fishing on the river for many years and had some experience.

The person in front of him was clearly a Martial Forest expert skilled in martial arts; how could a commoner like him afford to provoke such a person?

He hurriedly dragged his small boat onto the shore, wanting to leave quickly.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man suddenly called out to him, his tone surprisingly kind.

"Old man, excuse me, may I ask if you have seen a person appear nearby just now?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man gestured, "He was about this tall, this fat, and also carried a saber on his back."

Old Man Li recalled what he had seen. He had been on the river all morning and had only seen passing boats; where would he have seen such a person?

So he shook his head, "No!"

However, he suddenly, as if possessed, remembered the shadow from just a moment ago and added, "I didn't see a person, but I think I just saw a ghost~"

"A ghost?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, "What did that ghost look like?"

"Ha! Sir, you are joking. How would an old man like me know what a ghost looks like?"

"But it might not necessarily be a ghost. Perhaps it was one of the Dragon King's shrimp soldiers or crab generals; otherwise, how could it have disappeared all of a sudden?"

"Oh?"

The middle-aged man asked with a smile, "Then did you see which direction he went? Upstream or downstream?"

"It seems to be... upstream?"

"Many thanks!"

The middle-aged man in white dropped these two words, his robes fluttering, and he leapt from the shore, landing in the Yang River.

With a burst of True Qi, he instantly shot off like an arrow from a bow, cutting through the river surface and disappearing into the distance.

"Ah... Ah... An immortal..."

Old Man Li, seeing this scene, was dumbfounded and began to stutter.

"That is not an immortal; that is a Martial Dao Grandmaster!"

"Ghost!!"

A ghostly voice suddenly appeared behind him, scaring Old Man Li into jumping three feet high, as if his chronic lumbar disc herniation had even been scared away.

Turning around, he saw a handsome young man in a black shirt, tall and sturdy, with piercing eyes.

"Young man! You almost scared this old man to death!"

Old Man Li clutched his chest, gasping for breath.

Suddenly, he remembered something, "What did you just say? What Grandmaster?"

Yan Chu smiled slightly and said, "Just watch closely!"

"I am much more handsome than those two!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leapt into the air. A breeze generated from thin air beneath his feet, lifting him more than a foot above the river surface as he stepped on the wind, looking like a god of the wind.

"Ah... Ah... Another immortal..."

He left Old Man Li watching the disappearing figure in the distance, his mouth hanging open, unable to close it for a long time.

The wind and waves on the river were immense. Yan Chu drifted in the river breeze, both borrowing the wind's strength and riding it forward, quickly catching up to the white-clothed saber-bearer in front.

"Hmm?"

The man in white sensed him and immediately stopped, looking at Yan Chu with a solemn gaze.

It was not Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect!

Yan Chu had heard Ma Qingzong's introduction.

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect, being the Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect, had an Aura that was icy and bone-chilling.

The person in front of him, although also having astonishing Saber Intent, did not have an Aura consistent with Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

The middle-aged man in white looked at Yan Chu, his eyes as if facing a great enemy.

The person in front of him looked so young, yet his Saber Intent was hidden and unreleased, exuding an extremely intense killing intent.

Even he felt as if needles were pricking his back.

Yan Chu glanced at him, his legs lightly stepping on the wind, not even leaving an afterimage as he instantly passed him and rushed into the distance.

"Good light skill!"

The man in white praised lightly, his True Qi erupting beneath his feet, splitting the river surface into a white line as he quickly pursued him.

The two, one after the other, were like fierce dragons crossing the river, crossing green mountains and stepping over huge waves as they headed toward Lanjiang Valley.

After running like this for a quarter of an hour, Yan Chu had left the man in white far behind.

Looking ahead, a middle-aged man in black was walking on the waves on the river.

Each time the other party's foot landed, a lump of floating ice formed at the point of impact.

Thus, the rushing river water was like flat ground beneath his feet.

At this moment, the other party also sensed the intense sound of wind coming from behind, the river water surging under the howling gale.

Turning around, it was a middle-aged man with a square face.

One could vaguely tell that he must have been quite handsome when he was young.

"Caught up to you!"

Yan Chu grinned viciously.

"Yan Chu?!"

"How are you here?"

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect also recognized Yan Chu, who was riding the wind, at a glance and couldn't help but frown.

Wasn't it rumored that Yan Chu was currently taking people along the Yang River toward Tianshui Prefecture?

The other party's whereabouts were not hidden.

As the current focus of Cangzhou Prefecture, his whereabouts were almost known to everyone; one could find out just by asking casually.

Boom!

Confirming his identity, Yan Chu's eyes were cold and sharp. Without another word, he threw a punch.

Frost Cold Long River!

A frost-white fist imprint flew out like frost descending from the sky, instantly freezing a hundred meters of the river surface. The powerful fist force swept forward, seemingly freezing the air around Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect.

"What kind of fist technique is this?!"

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect yelled in horror.

Facing this punch, even he, a Grandmaster known for his icy Saber Intent, felt the chilling cold, and his blood flow slowed down.

Clang!

The large saber on his back was unsheathed. The blade was engraved with snowflake patterns and carried an inherent chill, breaking free from the fist force's restraint.

"Cold Ice Great Splitting Slash!"

An icy Saber Qi was slashed out.

Thud!

The fist light collided with the cold saber, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting.

The river surface exploded with one after another ten-meter-high water waves. Before the water could fall, it turned into lumps of ice. The frozen ice layer on the river surface burst and regenerated, shifting constantly between ice and water.

Splash!

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect, who had been blasted into the river water by the punch, broke through the surface and rushed out, looking at Yan Chu with disbelief.

"Grandmaster Late Stage? How is that possible?!!"

And his True Qi was much more profound than his own.

Wasn't it said that Yan Chu was only in the Sixth Realm?

That he could only kill Grandmasters because he had comprehended Saber Intent.

The residual True Qi fluctuations he had felt from Zhai Jing's corpse not long ago were also like that.

How could he have become a Grandmaster Late Stage like him now?

Yan Chu sneered disdainfully,

"I haven't even used my strength yet, and you've already fallen!"

"Arrogant!"

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect was, after all, a Sect Master and a famous figure in Cangzhou Prefecture. Having been blasted into the river by a rising star with a single punch, he was already angry, and hearing these words made him even more furious.

More than ten miles away from the two, ships had long been attracted by the powerful fluctuations of the battle.

The Yang River was, after all, a great river that traversed three prefectures. Countless merchant ships traveled on it, and there were countless large and small Gangs that made a living from shipping.

At this moment, they were all turning their ships toward this direction.

Soon, various ships began to appear a few miles away, with heads bobbing as they looked toward this side.

"Look! Those two Seniors are fighting!"

"Do you see that person? Doesn't he look familiar? It seems to be Blade Demon Yan Chu!"

"Hiss... It really is Great Hero Yan! Who is he fighting with?"

"I know that person; it is Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect!"

"What? It is Grandmaster Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect? How could they be fighting?"

"Don't talk! Look! Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect is about to draw his saber!!"

"Yan Chu, I originally wanted to spare your life. Since you chased after me to seek death, I will kill you today first, and then see what secrets you have!"

As his voice fell, Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect's Aura grew stronger and stronger. A shocking coldness spread out from him, and the surrounding water surface began to freeze into solid ice.

On his large saber, the blade emitted cold air, the Saber Qi flickered, and Saber Intent permeated the air.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance!"

"Frozen Earth Cold Heaven!"

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect roared. The biting cold Ice Saber Qi whistled past. The Saber Intent he had refined for decades was poured out completely at this moment.

Yan Chu shook his head and sighed softly:

"Why do people always think they can kill me?"

"Even if you point your blade at my chest, I can let you see your own brains within a second!"

True Qi gathered at Yan Chu's fingertip.

Three different attributes of force wrapped around his index finger, and he pointed out.

Three-Point Divine Finger, Breaking Jade and Dividing Gold!

Boom crack!

This finger directly shattered the Saber Qi wrapped in intense Saber Intent, decomposing and dissipating it with the three forces without causing the slightest ripple.

"What?!"

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect was dumbfounded, never expecting his strongest saber strike to be broken just like that.

Yan Chu's eyes were ruthless. In his palm, he didn't know when a thick cloud had gathered, flickering and elusive, difficult to grasp.

Mountain Toppling and Sea Draining!

The ghostly and unpredictable Cloud Dispelling Palm slammed out, flying past in an incomprehensible trajectory, and crashed onto Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect.

"Block it for me!!"

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect was so scared that his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and he slashed out waves of Saber Qi with the precious saber in his hand, wanting to block this palm.

Wind is formless, clouds are unpredictable!

With the exquisite and peerless nature of the Cloud Dispelling Palm, even with all his Divine Sense power, Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect could not see through it.

Pfft! Ah!

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect was hit by this incredibly powerful palm. Even with a Grandmaster's body, he was immediately severely injured, spitting out a mouthful of purulent blood mixed with tiny fragments of internal organs.

Even his Primordial Spirit became much dimmer.

In the Grandmaster Realm, the Primordial Spirit could not exist apart from the Physical Body, and the damage received by the Physical Body acted directly on the Primordial Spirit.

"Ugh... Uh..."

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect's current state was miserable, with disheveled hair, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and tattered clothes.

He had dominated Cangzhou Prefecture for decades, and since achieving the Grandmaster Realm, he had never been so disheveled.

His whole body was in excruciating pain, and what made him even more terrified was the cold and ruthless eyes in front of him.

Thump!

Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect knelt directly on the frozen river surface, prostrating himself and saying:

"Great Hero Yan's divine skills are unparalleled!"

"I never expected that besides your peerless saber technique, you also possess such a powerful palm technique. This younger brother admits defeat!"

After speaking, Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect knelt quietly on the ground, waiting for Yan Chu's disposal.

"Ah? Defeated?!"

The Jianghu people watching from afar were all shaken upon seeing this scene.

"Sect Master is a Grandmaster Late Stage! And he was defeated by Great Hero Yan in just a few moves!"

"He didn't even draw his saber this time! How many trump cards is he still hiding?"

"What is that palm technique?"

"Did you not notice? The finger Great Hero Yan pointed out seems even stronger than that palm technique!"

Exclamations of amazement rang out continuously, and everyone's faces were filled with shock.

As for Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect kneeling and begging for mercy, no one laughed at him.

Facing such a powerful Yan Chu, it was truly despairing. Anyone else would have made the same choice.

"Do not believe him! Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect is deep and treacherous, and extremely vicious. He must not be left alive!"

Just at this moment, an untimely voice rang out.