Chapter 57 One Slash

"What should we do?"

Su Zhirou couldn't help but ask in a low, worried voice.

Yan Chu patted her hand holding the reins, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Don't worry, I'm here!"

Hearing these words, Su Zhirou's hanging heart finally settled.

As long as she was with Yan Chu, she feared nothing.

A group of Raging Flood Dragon Gang experts surrounded Yan Chu in the center.

Everyone watched like tigers eyeing their prey, the atmosphere solemn and murderous.

Among them were three Fifth Realm Masters, six Fourth Realm Martial Artists, and the rest were all Third Realm Martial Artists.

It could be said that aside from the Gang Leader and Deputy Gang Leader, the Raging Flood Dragon Gang had deployed all its elites.

Not far away stood a tea shed.

A few travelers had been resting there, but seeing this display, they all packed their luggage and left quickly.

They didn't dare get involved in this kind of trouble!

"Yan Chu! You killed Hall Master Lin, yet you dare to swagger so openly on our Raging Flood Dragon Gang's territory. Today, don't even think about leaving here alive!"

Grand Elder Li Mingzhe was burly, dressed in a brocade robe. His tiger-like eyes glared at Yan Chu with chilling Killing Intent.

"Iron Fan" Deng Hua held an Iron Fan much larger than an ordinary folding fan, a full meter long. The fan's surface was lined with sharp blades emitting a dark glow, clearly coated in potent poison.

"Primal Chaos Thunderbolt Palm" Wei Zhong was a short, stout man.

His palms were covered in thick calluses and appeared exceptionally sturdy compared to the others.

At this moment, as his True Qi continuously surged in his palms, a layer of dense yellow light expanded and contracted, ready to be unleashed.

However, Yan Chu's gaze only swept past the three of them.

His attention was mainly focused on those six in the Qi Sea Realm and over forty in the Viscera Realm.

By killing these people, the Raging Flood Dragon Gang would be nearly halfway collapsed.

"Good boy! How dare you ignore this old man while I'm speaking to you!"

Seeing Yan Chu remain silent and instead size up the others, Li Mingzhe couldn't help but shout in anger.

"Grand Elder, why waste words with him! Just kill him!"

Deng Hua looked lecherously at Su Zhirou in Yan Chu's arms and smirked, "This little lady can be left behind later. I'll take her to my manor to see what Yan Chu's woman tastes like!"

"I heard you were originally Gao Yu's wife and later became Yan Chu's mistress. Surely you won't mind one more man?"

"You're looking for death!"

Killing Intent surfaced on Su Zhirou's exquisite face as she raised her hand and shot a silver needle from her sleeve.

"Hehe! Quite spicy!"

Deng Hua teased, snapping his Iron Fan open.

Swish!

A gust of fierce wind fanned out, actually blowing the silver needle back toward Yan Chu's forehead.

"Ah!"

Su Zhirou's heart leaped into her throat, but she could only watch helplessly as the needle flew back; her hands couldn't keep up with her eyes.

In the nick of time.

Yan Chu reached out with two fingers and caught the silver needle firmly between them, perfectly still.

Swoosh!

Then he raised his hand and flicked it out again.

"Watch out!"

The eyelids of Li Mingzhe and the other two twitched. They could only see a silver shadow shoot from Yan Chu's fingers before losing its trajectory.

Thud! Thud...

Just as the words fell, five figures tumbled off their horses one after another.

One Fourth Realm Deputy Hall Master and four Viscera Realm captains.

A tiny bloody hole appeared at the center of their foreheads; their brains had been pulverized by the True Qi carried by the needle.

[Shot and killed a wicked Fourth Realm Martial Artist of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang, extremely satisfying, Experience +1000]

[Shot and killed a wicked Third Realm Martial Artist of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang, extremely satisfying, Experience +500]

[Shot and killed...]

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Yan Chu's mouth.

[Experience Points: 3000]

"Add it all to God Slaying Single Saber Strike!"

Countless memories flooded into his mind, and a flash of saber light seemed to pass through the depths of Yan Chu's eyes.

In an instant, God Slaying Single Saber Strike reached the subtle realm.

[God Slaying Single Saber Strike (Subtle 41/15000)]

Though it had only just entered the subtle realm, for such a profound saber technique, it was already enough.

This all takes long to describe, but it actually happened in the span of a single breath.

Snort! Snort!

The riderless horses snorted, trampling the ground uneasily.

The expressions of Li Mingzhe and the other two couldn't help but turn solemn.

Yan Chu's move just now didn't involve any hidden weapon techniques; it relied purely on profound True Qi and raw strength.

This showed the opponent's strength was not lacking; he was definitely no ordinary Fifth Realm.

Fortunately, the Gang Leader hadn't been at ease and sent all three of them.

If only one or two had come, they might not have been able to take him down.

"Everyone else fall back! Form a perimeter for us!"

At Wei Zhong's command, the remaining Raging Flood Dragon Gang members quickly dispersed, forming a larger circle, leaving only the three Fifth Realm Masters to confront Yan Chu.

They didn't dare get too close.

Otherwise, the aftershocks of the True Qi from a Fifth Realm battle would be enough to kill them.

At this moment, coldness hid in the depths of Su Zhirou's eyes, her lips pressed tight as she glared at the short-statured Deng Hua.

"What? You want him dead?"

Su Zhirou, who could only see Yan Chu's chin from her position, nodded.

"Fine! Then I'll kill him first!"

Deng Hua sneered disdainfully, "Pretty boy, you'd better worry about yourself. If we really let you escape alive today, then we..."

Clang!

Before he could finish, Yan Chu had already leapt up, the azure nether saber unsheathed.

Everyone looked up to see sunlight spilling over him, making his face hard to discern.

"Strike!"

Li Mingzhe shouted, also leaping from his horse.

He struck with both palms, layers of blue-wave-like True Qi stacking thirteen times, containing explosive power.

Simultaneously, Deng Hua and Wei Zhong attacked from two different directions.

Deng Hua's Iron Fan unfurled, bringing a chilling wind as sharp as a blade, cutting horizontally toward Yan Chu's legs.

Wei Zhong's Thunderbolt Palm carried heavy internal force, striking toward the center of Yan Chu's back with the momentum of a thunderclap.

Though the three rarely joined forces, their cooperation this time was seamless.

They could kill even those with cultivation far exceeding theirs, let alone Yan Chu, who was similar to or even weaker than them.

"God... Slaying... Single... Saber... Strike!"

A voice like it came from Hell rang out. The hair on the backs of the three men stood on end as a chill surged from their tailbones to the backs of their heads.

Yan Chu's hand holding the saber finally moved.

"Not good!"

Li Mingzhe, old and experienced, saw his face change drastically. He forced his thirteen-layered palm force to a halt, twisted his body violently, and landed in a pathetic scramble.

What kind of strike was this?

It was like a 'ram's horns hanging on a bush'—completely untraceable.

The terrifying Killing Intent was pervasive.

The moment you saw the blade's edge, death had already arrived; you could only embrace your fate.

This strike could not only slay men but also kill gods!

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

Wei Zhong let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The "Primal Chaos Thunderbolt Palm" that was famous in Longhua Prefecture had its pair of fleshly palms—on which it relied to face enemies—fall to the ground with a wet thud. The stumps were bloody, and Saber Qi continued to ravage them.

His end was actually the better one.

A microscopic bloodline appeared at the center of Deng Hua's forehead, then extended downward until, with a squelch, his entire body split into two halves.

His famous Iron Fan, like him, was also cleaved in two by this single strike.

Yan Chu said he would kill him first, so he would definitely not die later.

Just one strike.

Of the three Fifth Realm Masters of the Raging Flood Dragon Gang who had come so aggressively, one was dead, one had fled, and one was heavily injured.