Chapter 117: Knife Crazy Laugh

  Bang.

  A crisp crack.

  The door was broken. The one who broke it was a white-clad swordsman.

  The swordsman was young, about twenty years old, with white clothes as snow and a sword like autumn water. However, people in the martial arts world could see that this person was an assassin, with a murderous aura surrounding him that ordinary people couldn't possess. On his right hand, on top of the three-foot green blade, fresh blood dripped down, cold and menacing killing intent surrounded the wine building, the shopkeeper and the waiter had long since fled to who-knows-where.

  The scholar let out a cry of alarm and hid under the table. The rough and boorish guest glanced at the scholar, his eyes full of disdain. He picked up his wine cup and drained it in one gulp.

  Bang...

  The wine bowl shattered, the boorish heroic guest burst out laughing, drew out the long knife behind him, suddenly stood up, and slashed down at the empty air, but instead, he silently hacked towards that white-clothed young man.

  Young eyes reveal cold light, long sword flying and spinning.

  A streak of light flashed across the sky, leaving behind a long trail of green glow, transforming into an arc that shot towards the throat of the noble guest.

  This move is actually an all-or-nothing approach, a life-for-a-life exchange.

  "Come on!" The heroic guest shouted loudly.

  Not seeing the beginning, a strong aura suddenly burst out from all over his body. The long knife in his hand suddenly increased its speed by more than twice.

  Hmph...

  The long sword sliced through, directly beheading the white-robed swordsman.

  The face of the white-clothed swordsman flashed with a hint of astonishment, and it wasn't until his head was severed from his body that he realized he had long been dead. Fresh blood splattered everywhere, the severed corpse knelt to the ground, and the thick smell of blood filled the air. The proud swordsman held his knife in one hand, his body stained with blood, and let out a loud, maniacal laugh.

  "What's wrong?" Ding Yan poured another cup of wine, looking at the wildly laughing guest with a hint of surprise.

  The last move of Hao Ke's, at the critical moment its power surged several times over, it was clearly an effect caused by using Yuan Power.

  The yuan force is the power unique to cultivators.

  In the cultivation world, after possessing yuanli, one can be considered a cultivator of Qi, while those who possess xianyuan are known as loose immortals.

  In the mortal world, loose immortals are extremely rare, and it's possible that not even one can be encountered in hundreds of years. Even if they are cultivators, they are high above, revered as immortal masters. Ding Yan was puzzled, wondering how this heroic guest could become a figure in Jianghu, still drinking wine in this nameless small building, being pursued by the so-called number one killer of Jianghu.

  Rumble...

  Suddenly, a powerful force came from the rooftop and pressed down. The entire building collapsed with a loud crash.

  "The immortal master is handling this matter, immortals retreat!"

  Watching the collapse of the wine house, Ding Yan was dazed.

  He just wanted to quietly drink a cup of wine, who knew it couldn't be calm.

  A blue aura spread out and formed a shield around Ding Yan, enveloping him and the wine table.

  After the wine building completely collapsed, two young men in green robes appeared at the end of the street. One of them held an ancient bell, with a blue glow emanating from it, and at first glance, it was clear that it was no ordinary object. The other had a long sword on his back, his eyes were like stars, and he walked straight ahead, as if moving in an instant, his body seemed to be ghostly.

  "Knife's mad laughter, you can't escape." The young man holding the bell stopped in front of the ruins of the wine building.

  Another person also stopped in his tracks, with a long sword on his back making a slight humming sound.

  "You two rodents, come to meet your death!" Knife laughed maniacally and grabbed the wine jug from his hand, taking a wild swig.

  Wine was what he had previously obtained from that jar. The wine building collapsed before it was protected by his yuan force.

  The young man holding the bell shook his head and sighed lightly, as if muttering to himself: "The object in my hand is called the Ancient Immortal Bell, it's a magic tool that my master has given me. Just now, when I destroyed the wine building, it was my doing. Such power, can you withstand it?"

  The madman laughed wildly, grasping his sword with one hand.

  "I will laugh maniacally for the rest of my life, I only ask that my actions be guiltless in my own heart, and that I fulfill the trust placed in me by others. Unless Knife Certain dies, I will definitely spread this news."

  "In that case, I'll have to kill you." The young man with the inverted sword finally spoke up and drew out his long sword from behind his back.

  Sword energy is vast and powerful, cold air whizzes by.

  This sword is actually also a magical artifact.

  "Even if you spread it out, it won't change anything. The family master is a loose immortal who has passed through the mortal tribulation, and he is only one step away from the legendary thunder tribulation realm. This time, traveling in the mortal world is just a temporary interest, seeing that Fang family's refining Qi cultivator is her blessing..." said the young man holding the clock.

  "What nonsense! Bah!" Knife Crazy laughed and spat out "Don't put on that high-and-mighty air. Knife Certain owes a debt of gratitude to Fang Xianzi for saving his life, now he will repay it with his own life."

  He finished speaking and burst out laughing, then suddenly drew his sword.

  He actually hacked at the young man holding the bell with a life-or-death blow.

  Dong...

  A dull thud.

  The powerful slash of the Knife Mad Laughter was repelled by the overflowing light from the ancient bell, causing blood to spill out from the tiger's mouth. At the same time, the young swordsman's sword energy struck, pressing against his throat. In a life-or-death crisis, the Knife Mad Laughter rolled on the ground to avoid it. Although he managed to dodge, the sharp sword energy still left a long wound on his body, with blood dripping down...

  "The skills of Lotus Valley are nothing more than this." The young swordsman's expression was cold and indifferent.

  The knife-wielding maniac laughed crazily, panting with exhaustion, without saying a word.

  "You want to run to the outside lotus valley for help, right? ...... "The young man holding the bell stood still from start to finish, without moving at all. "The sky of the Eastern Territory has changed long ago, and Lotus Valley is no longer one of the four major sects of the Eastern Territory as it used to be."

  The dagger's mad laughter pierced the air as it flew in a flash of light, sealing off several of his own acupoints. The blood was finally staunched.

  "You can choose to rely on your master, with the qualifications you have cultivated to the 11th layer of Lianqi, your master should accept you. At that time, he will pass on to you the Supreme Divine Ability and the Ultimate Artifact, isn't it better than being a disciple of the Lotus Valley?" The young man holding the clock said.

  "Ultimate Treasure? Are you referring to that broken clock in your hand?"

  A voice suddenly remembered.

  Zhong's youth was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed color. In an instant, he looked over and found that among the ruins of the wine building, there was still a young man wearing a long shirt sitting there.

  A blue long shirt, not a speck of dust. His right hand held a cup, slowly savoring the wine. Within ten meters around him, there was no residual movement, and even the dishes on the table did not change at all, with wisps of heat still rising from them, as if not even a speck of dust had entered. Under the table, a scholar hid under the table, trembling with fear.

  Young people, just listen to what I have to say.

  Save that scholar, it was just something he did casually.

  Meeting is fate, and for this fate, Ding Yan will lend a helping hand to save him.

  "Who are you?" The young man holding the bell asked cautiously. Someone who can make him feel no breath at all is definitely not an ordinary person.

  "Home teacher Qinghe Shangren..."

  "Am I asking you, is the ultimate treasure just that broken bell in your hand?" Ding Yan suddenly raised his head, his right hand stretched out, with five fingers together.

  A terrifying force like a tsunami, crushing down with a loud crash.

  Space seemed to solidify, like the pressure of a mountain, converging on the bell-holding youth and the sword-carrying youth. In an imperceptible manner, a gigantic hand materialized out of thin air, and with one grasp, it snatched the ancient bell from the bell-holding youth's hands.

  Bang!!!

  The ancient bronze bell was pinched and exploded under this grasp. The terrifying yuan force dissipated.

  The two people below felt as if their hearts had been struck by a giant hammer at the moment when the bronze bell shattered, and they spat out a mouthful of blood...