bookandnovel 10. Old ghost, then teach me what I should do!
10. Old ghost, then teach me what I should do!
"grimace!"
"This young master is a master of foresight; you're still using the 'silent kill' tactic. You've run out of tricks!"
"Before I die, let me teach you one last profound truth: never use the same ultimate move twice in front of a true martial artist! And you, tonight, have already used it for the third time! Remember this well in your next life; no need to thank me!"
Young Master Du laughed maniacally, as if in a morbid state.
He raised his single sword high.
Pushing with immense force, it slammed fiercely towards Yang Zhao.
when!
The two swords clashed.
A surge of energy swept up apricot blossoms that filled the sky.
The apricot blossoms were chopped into round pieces.
Like a sea of blood, it enveloped the two sword-wielding figures.
"How could this be? It can't be like this!"
Young Master Du's wild laughter froze.
Their expressions hardened into disbelief, even fear.
A chill emanated from Yang Zhao's blade.
It barged into his body without any reason or force.
It slowed down, or even threatened to freeze, the flow of qi and blood in his body.
The strength of a peak Qi and Blood Realm martial artist.
He instantly solidified into a veteran Qi and Blood Realm martial artist.
And it gradually slid downwards!
Young Master Du comes from a prestigious family.
How could I not know?
Yang Zhao practiced the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
It's already perfected; the "freezing damage" effect has been mastered.
It directly destroyed his deep-rooted beliefs.
The martial arts techniques have been perfected.
Unpredictable.
Only a very small number of geniuses, not prodigies, can do this.
Within his sect.
The only thing that a Qi and Blood Realm martial artist could do was that brother and sister.
These two had only perfected one martial art.
It is certainly not like Yang Zhao, who perfected a martial art.
The latter is far more difficult than the former!
Even disciples of prestigious sects cannot accomplish this.
Why should this peasant in front of me have the right to do this?
The blood flowing through his veins is nothing but lowly, filthy blood!
Duh!
Young Master Du could not hold onto the long sword in his hand no matter what.
It plunges straight into the ground, reaching a height of three feet.
next moment.
A sharp pain shot through my chest and abdomen.
Where you look down.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Yang Zhao's knife was slanted, pulling from his left shoulder toward his right abdomen.
"He has protective armor!"
Yang Zhao moved at will.
A slight tremor of the wrist.
The blade was smooth as it was slashed upwards and to the left.
click!
Clean and neat.
Young Master Du escaped with his left arm intact.
Yang Zhao, once in power, was ruthless.
He slashed horizontally with a single blade.
He slashed at Young Master Du's neck.
"Ghost-faced brat, spare his life!"
"As a martial artist at the half-step True Qi Realm, I order you to spare his life!"
In the moonlight, dark shadows swayed.
An elderly man around fifty years old, with a thin build.
It looked like a large bird descending from the sky.
"What the hell is a half-step True Qi Realm martial artist?"
"Are you even in a meeting of True Qi Realm martial artists?"
Yang Zhao's sword was not intimidated at all.
On the contrary, it became even more fierce and swift.
when!
Sparks flew everywhere.
Yang Zhao's blade felt as if it were striking a steel plate.
I couldn't help but feel a slight jolt in my heart.
The old man had only given him a ten-tael silver ingot.
It actually blocked my attack, which had triggered a 30% freeze damage effect.
"Since that's the case..."
Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows.
……
In the blink of an eye.
The old man had already pulled Young Master Du more than ten feet away.
His moves were swift and decisive.
They sealed the acupoints on his severed arm.
"You little devil, do you even know about the Sunset Glow Sect!"
"Young Master Du has an extraordinary background; he is the son of True Person Danyang, the sect leader of the Luoxia Sect..."
"You audacious madman!"
The grimacing boy in front of him completely ignored the Falling Clouds Sect, which he was so proud of.
They treated these two people of noble status as nothing more than ordinary "cats and dogs".
Fierce and ruthless, he raised his sword and slashed.
Reversing the Heavenly Gang!
"Having mastered the Mysterious Heaven Skill, I have to admit that Ghost Face Kid is an absolute martial arts prodigy."
"However, the fate of a prodigy is to be nipped in the bud!"
"Your freezing effects alone are no match for me, unless..."
In his fury, the old man couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
"How could this happen?"
hiss!
The mental activity has not yet ended.
The old man felt the hairs on his body stand on end.
It is a martial artist's instinctive reaction when facing the threat of death.
And that's what gave him such treatment.
It turned out to be a peasant he had never taken seriously!
No doubt about it.
The ghost face not only signified the completion of the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
The sword technique incorporates a freezing effect.
His Qingfeng sword technique was equally perfect.
Gentle Breeze Slash!
Double the explosive speed!
Say something.
With both of these advantages, he was still able to hold on.
No matter what.
To his surprise,
Upon hearing their identities and backgrounds, the boy with the ghost face was not intimidated but instead became even more frenzied in his attacks.
They gained a decisive advantage.
However, he was somewhat careless, and his mind was also preoccupied with the young master.
This is a long time.
As expected, he had an accident!
click!
A sharp bolt of lightning sliced the old man diagonally in two.
"Is he really a half-step True Qi Realm martial artist?"
"How could you be so utterly helpless against Ghost Face?"
"He seems even weaker than Tong Huajin, the Wind and Rain Swordsman, from before!"
In the darkness, hushed conversations could be heard.
"you……"
"I……"
"Ugh!"
The old man's half-body fell to the ground.
Enraged, he rolled his eyes and died.
Yang Zhao watched coldly from the sidelines.
Things have escalated to such an unmanageable point.
You're telling me now that you have an extraordinary background?
Old ghost, then teach me what I should do!
I'll fuck you!
boom!
Yang Zhao strode forward.
He kicked the defenseless Young Master Du to the ground.
She bent down as if catching a dog, grabbed his hair, and pulled up half of his body.
Knife up and down.
Like killing a chicken, they cut off his head and threw it aside.
"He, he's just a peasant, yet he dares to despise my blood...it's filthy!"
Young Master Du's dead head, with its eyes wide open.
He witnessed firsthand the peasants he looked down upon.
He was disgustedly wiping his feet, his noble blood, onto his fine clothes.
He left behind his last words in this world.
He murdered the man and looted the body in one swift motion.
next second.
Beneath the grimaces, Yang Zhao wore a strange expression.
Confirmed again and again.
Indeed, a thousand taels of silver notes were found on Young Master Du.
One thousand taels of silver!
He actually dared to bid, asking for two thousand eight hundred taels!
Either he was cheated.
More likely, he himself is a con artist.
frenzied!
The so-called upper class are nothing more than scheming and despicable people.
Yang Zhao gained a deeper understanding.
Young Master Du is not entirely without merit.
Except for the book "The Burning Body Technique" which changed the surname to Yang.
His long sword was of really good quality.
There are no special markings.
Yang Zhao readily accepted and exchanged the offer.
Unfortunately.
His armor had already been slashed by a single blade.
Whether it's a magical armor or some kind of protective divine skill, it doesn't matter.
Even if it encounters an attack that exceeds its limits, it must still be broken.
"Everyone, why aren't you coming out to greet us? Do I have to go and invite you?"
More than twenty people nodded and agreed.
They pushed and shoved each other as they emerged from the darkness.
They're all seasoned veterans.
How could they not know the details?
If they dispersed after a brief commotion, it would be impossible for Ghost Face to have wiped them all out.
No matter what.
The first one to run away.
Or rather, the first few to escape.
Certain death!
"Brother, my knowledge is limited. I would appreciate it if you gentlemen could help me assess these four men who look like wanted criminals on the imperial warrant. Are they really wanted criminals?"
Yang Zhao pointed to the four corpses on the ground and said openly.
"I recognize them! They are the criminals wanted by the imperial court for their heinous crimes of rape, kidnapping, and other heinous acts!"
Several quick-witted men immediately echoed this sentiment.
"Since he is a heinous criminal with a bounty on his head, there will naturally be a huge reward if he is handed over to the government."
"Even if it's 1,000 taels of silver per person, it would still be at least 4,000 taels of silver. But unfortunately, I have important business to attend to."
"How about this? You all take out all the silver you have and use it to buy these four corpses. Even if it's less than four thousand taels, it doesn't matter. Consider it a gift from friends!"
Yang Zhao said generously.
"You're clearly robbing us."
"But it makes it seem like we've gotten a great deal from you!"
The twenty-odd people were muttering to themselves.
But he had no choice but to take out all the silver he had.
A total of one thousand and fifty-two taels.
"Here, this money is for everyone to drink!"
"And I'd like to ask you all for a small favor: each of you take a knife and make a cut in his body, then we'll go drink!"
Yang Zhao only took the lion's share.
He tossed two taels of silver to an older man surnamed Zhang.
Then he pointed to the ground, to Young Master Du's corpse.
He crossed his arms, leaned against a large tree, and patiently waited for them to swing their knives.