Chapter 77

Chapter 77: In this life, whoever wants to kill me, I will kill them instead!

The exquisite Earth Veins inside the Northern Mountain of Yuanlong City are a dual foundation of ice and fire.

Alongside the two massive main veins, countless smaller veins branch out.

At this moment, Xiao Yang tracked Gui Yijian into a small vein, then struck him down with a single finger.

As he was inspecting Gui Yijian’s Qiankun Bag, a group of people suddenly charged in from behind him.

Seeing the corpse on the ground and Xiao Yang examining the Qiankun Bag, they instantly became furious.

“That’s Elder Gui Yijian…”

“This scoundrel actually killed Elder Gui…”

“Taking advantage of the situation, how despicable and shameless!”

These individuals were furious, brandishing their weapons as they surrounded Xiao Yang.

“Boy, no matter who you are, you’re dead today!”

The leader, a middle-aged man, glared at Xiao Yang with murderous intent. He held a battle knife in his hand, and runes lit up along the blade, unleashing a powerful aura.

This guy was a swordsman, a master of the Heavenly Martial Realm.

On the Yuanwu Continent, martial arts flourished in various forms; not every practitioner was suited to swordsmanship.

However, the combat power of sword practitioners was definitely top-notch in the world of cultivation.

“Without knowing the facts, you want to kill me. Is everyone from the Guiyuan Martial Sect just a bunch of bullies who can’t tell right from wrong?”

Xiao Yang chuckled.

The Guiyuan Martial Sect was just like that—second in the Northern Region? It’s all just for show.

“What did you say?”

The middle-aged man gripped his spear tightly, fuming with rage.

“The ancestral founder of the Guiyuan was a force in the Northern Region, how impressive! If he knew you were such a bunch of useless disciples, he’d probably roll in his grave.”

Xiao Yang sneered.

“Such insolence! You dare speak ill of our sect’s founder? If we don’t kill you today, it won’t appease our anger!”

The leader’s foot stomped the ground.

“Bang!”

With a dull thud, the ground shook.

The middle-aged man leaped into the air, bringing his knife down towards Xiao Yang with deadly force.

The strike came down with the force of a collapsing mountain, ruthless and overwhelming, sending dust flying everywhere.

His strike also stirred up the rich Earth Veins Spiritual Energy around them.

Spiritual energy gathered frantically towards his battle knife, causing the blade to glow and expand dramatically, doubling its power.

“Brother Ding Xuan is making his move; this guy is dead for sure.”

“This person is too despicable, taking advantage of Elder Gui’s injury to kill and rob.”

The other disciples of the Guiyuan Martial Sect hurriedly retreated.

They all believed Xiao Yang had struck while Gui Yijian was gravely injured.

“Killing and robbing?”

Xiao Yang shook his head in resignation; these guys had quite the imagination. Even if Gui Yijian were uninjured, his basic sword intent wasn’t even a match for Xiao Yang’s advanced level.

As the battle knife came crashing down, Xiao Yang casually raised his right finger and pointed.

“Bang!”

A crisp sound rang out as the middle-aged man’s battle knife shattered into a thousand pieces, scattering in all directions.

Ding Xuan was struck by the flying shards, blood blossoming all over him as he fell backward with a shriek.

“What…”

The other disciples from the Guiyuan Martial Sect were dumbfounded by the sight.

How could this be!

Their Brother Ding Xuan was a master at the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm; with a knife in hand, he was among the best in the sect.

How could he be so easily defeated by just a single finger?

“Bang!”

Ding Xuan slammed hard against the rock wall and tumbled to the ground, nearly falling over.

Blood flowed from his hands, trickling through his fingers.

“Who exactly are you…”

Ding Xuan looked at Xiao Yang in terror.

He didn’t know Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang hadn’t gone down the mountain or traveled in recent years due to spending too much time with his junior sister and Qin Fei.

“To those near death, knowing who I am means nothing!”

Xiao Yang replied indifferently.

“Run!”

Ding Xuan shouted to the other Guiyuan disciples.

“Huh?”

Xiao Yang thought Ding Xuan would sacrifice himself to buy time for the others.

But instead, this guy just shouted and then bolted.

The other disciples of the Guiyuan Martial Sect panic-stricken, fled back the way they came.

“Hmph!”

Xiao Yang smirked coldly.

In the next moment, his sword intent stirred, and a golden sword light imbued with flames shot from his body, instantly catching up to the fleeing Guiyuan disciples.

The sword light flickered through them, and with a series of blood mists erupting, the disciples turned to dust, leaving nothing behind.

The Flying Sword promptly returned, integrating back into Xiao Yang’s body.

Reaching forward, he grabbed several Qiankun Bags that promptly flew into his hands.

These small bags weren’t full yet and hadn’t expanded.

Xiao Yang weighed the bags in his hands; each felt heavy, clearly filled with numerous items.

“This is what you call killing and robbing!”

Xiao Yang grinned. He had no time to check the contents; he tossed the bags into his Qiankun Ring on his left thumb.

The Qiankun Ring was a fine item, much better than the Qiankun Bags.

It had its own separate space.

Most of Xiao Yang’s treasures were stored in the Qiankun Ring.

Only then did he turn around leisurely to pursue the middle-aged man, Ding Xuan.

Ding Xuan had fled deeper into this small vein.

Unlucky for him, this vein didn’t branch off into smaller ones.

So, Ding Xuan could only keep running deeper.

Xiao Yang quickly caught up.

A faint smell of blood filled the air.

That was the scent from Ding Xuan.

After pursuing for several miles, a huge underground cavern suddenly appeared ahead, with a small pool in the center, pure spiritual energy continuously diffusing from it.

“A Spiritual Spring?”

Xiao Yang was surprised, not expecting the end of this small vein to hold a spiritual eye.

A spiritual eye was a convergence point of spiritual energy within an underground vein.

There was nowhere else to run.

“Senior, spare me…”

Ding Xuan saw he had nowhere to escape, immediately bowing down and begging for mercy.

“Survival of the fittest, the strong dominate; when you wanted to kill me earlier, did you consider letting me go? If you were stronger than me, I’d already be dead at your hands.”

Xiao Yang replied calmly.

“N-no, don’t misunderstand, senior…”

Ding Xuan was in a heightened state of terror, continuously prostrating before Xiao Yang, completely crumbling.

Xiao Yang walked step by step to Ding Xuan.

“You want to kill me; I will kill you, a fair trade!”

Xiao Yang’s tone was devoid of emotion.

In his previous life, he’d crawled through the cultivation world for a thousand years—what hasn’t he experienced?

He had already seen through it all.

In his last life, he was too indecisive, unable to let go of his junior sister, still hoping that his master, Jiang Qitian, would pass the leadership of the Qingyang Sword Sect onto him.

In the end, he was betrayed by the ones he cared for the most and met a tragic end beneath Qin Fei’s sword.

In this life, whoever seeks to kill him, he would kill them instead.

Ding Xuan was even more terrified, desperately bowing before Xiao Yang.

At that moment, a blade of light suddenly shot out from Ding Xuan, plunging straight into Xiao Yang’s chest.

“Die, you fool, haha…”

Ding Xuan laughed madly, slowly raising his head to look at Xiao Yang.

At such close range, there was no way this guy could evade the attack.

He was definitely dead.