Whose leg do you want to break?

  "Brush!"

  A flash of blood, a white shadow flashed by, bringing with it a fluttering red moon, "Pfft!" A sound, fresh blood splashed more than three feet high.

  Li Ke's body paused for a moment, the flying knife in his hand slowly dissipating, and with one turn of the slaughter, more than 40 people from the Xu family in Hanshui were all killed by him, not a single one survived.

  Han Province's Xu family had been pestering him relentlessly, so he naturally didn't need to show any mercy anymore.

  Blood flowed like rivers, reflected in the sunset, everywhere was a sea of blood, shocking and terrifying. Li Ke looked back, seeing corpses scattered all over the ground, almost all of them killed with one blow.

  There is one knife thrust into the throat, and another knife piercing through the heart...

  He walked a few steps, Li Ke approached the body of the old man in green clothes, touched his chest and soon found a bundle of silver notes, more than 30,000 taels. He also picked up the top-grade human-evil-fighting-tiger Qing iron knife from the old man's hand.

  The Zhan Hu Qing Tie Dao is a long knife, seven feet in length, with a six-foot handle and a one-foot blade that shimmers with an icy blue light. On the body of the knife, a ferocious war tiger is depicted, its head thrown back in a mighty roar, its jaws wide open as if to swallow the knife whole, its eyes gleaming with a fierce light.

  "This is a weapon forged from the finest steel!" He lightly stroked the blade of the War Tiger Green Iron Knife, and the blade flashed with a cold light, its sharpness unparalleled, capable of cutting hair and severing silk threads; "This War Tiger Green Iron Knife has some power to it, but unfortunately its grade is a bit low, only possessing a hint of martial aura!"

  Li Ke shook his head secretly, the war tiger green iron knife forged from green iron was sharp, but its grade was too low, only a high-quality product, far inferior to the purple iron seven-star knife he got at the Eight Sides Pavilion.

  "Just put it away for now! Wait until there's time to send it to the disciples of Tiema House, and in a week, it'll be the Sect's Grand Competition, also give them some opportunity!"

  Li Ke put away the War Tiger Green Iron Knife in his storage ring. Although this knife was of a low grade, its price wasn't low. However, his martial soul was the Flying Dagger, so the War Tiger Green Iron Knife didn't have much use for him.

  With a sweep of his spiritual power, confirming that there was no one alive, Li Ke leapt onto the black iron horse and galloped towards the Double Blade Sect, rushing back overnight.

  Time flies like an arrow; one night passes in the blink of an eye.

  The next day at noon, under the foot of Tulong Mountain Range, a pitch-black iron horse stopped.

  Looking up at the mountain peaks that resembled the Dragon Slaying Sword, the white-clad youth on the black iron horse said softly, "It's been almost three months, does anyone in the Double Blade Sect still remember me, Li Ke?"

  The white-clothed youth was naturally Li Ke who had rushed back to the Double Blade Sect overnight.

  With a faint smile, Li Ke urged on the Black Iron Horse and galloped straight towards the gate of the Double Blade Sect.

  Half a time later, Li Ke arrived at the outer gate of the Double Blade Sect. At the registration office outside the gate, he temporarily placed Hei Sha's iron horse here.

  His gaze swept afar and he found that not far away, many people were gathered together. There were named disciples of the Double Blade Sect, outer sect disciples, but the majority were inner sect disciples.

  "Wind Second Blade, recognize your mistake and apologize to me at once! You should know that this set of clothes is worth over a hundred taels of white silver, can you afford to compensate me?" A sharp rebuke rose from among the Twin Blades Sect disciples.

  "Lin Zhou you!"

  Among the crowd, a golden-robed youth with double-edged sword sect attire had eyes that were bloodshot red, staring fixedly at the youngster in front of him who wore brocade clothes. The veins on his forehead bulged violently and his teeth made a cracking sound from being clenched too tightly.

  "It was clearly you who wasn't watching where you were going and bumped into me, why should I compensate you?"

  The young man in golden clothes clenched his fists tightly, with a fierce glint in his eyes and gritted teeth, as he endured immense injustice, his body trembling violently.

  "What?"

  In front of the boy in golden clothes, a young man in brocade clothes heard this and suddenly shouted: "Feng Erdao, I advise you to think carefully before speaking. What do you mean by 'I don't watch where I'm walking'? You splashed things on me, that's your fault! Do you still have any excuses?"

  "What's with the staring?"

  "You glare again, believe it or not, I'll cripple you right now!"

  The young man in golden clothes had a gloomy face, his breathing was rapid and urgent, his voice became hoarser, and on his right hand, a faint red light began to shine.

  "Lin Zhou, don't be too deceitful!"

  The young man in golden clothes gritted his teeth and said with hatred.

  "Haha!" The young man in brocade clothes burst out laughing and said with a proud face: "Feng Erdao, you're just a trash inner disciple of the Kitchen Knife Sect, go back home and drink milk!"

  "How dare you deceive me?! Let me tell you, with your trashy Fish-patterned Blade Soul, even if I kill you, the sect won't hold me responsible!"

  Upon hearing this, the face of the golden-robed youth turned even darker, like a dark cloud covering the sky. "Lin Zhou, don't think that just because you were ranked tenth among inner sect disciples in last year's Sect Grand Competition, you're someone to be reckoned with!"

  "Haha, so you still know who I am? Good, good, then hurry up and apologize to me, otherwise, you won't be able to leave here unscathed today!"

  The young man in brocade clothes smiled lightly, his face full of arrogance: "Last year I was tenth in the inner gate, do you think I'll still be tenth this year? Let me tell you, even if Wang Hu came today, I wouldn't be afraid of him, not to mention a trashy soldier soul like you!"

  The young man in brocade clothes spoke out, and immediately sparked a heated discussion among the surrounding disciples.

  "Lin Zhou Shixiong ranked tenth among the inner disciples in last year's sect competition, while Wang Hu Shixiong was first among the inner disciples. Unfortunately, he didn't make it into the core disciple ranks. Lin Zhou Shixiong dares to say such things today, so his abilities must have improved significantly over the past year!"

  "Not bad, I heard last year that Lin Zhou Shixiong completed a sect mission and obtained quite a few contributions from the sect, exchanging for a Xuan-level lower-grade Lianbing Jing gongfa. It seems that Lin Zhou Shixiong must have achieved some small success, otherwise he wouldn't say such things!"

  "Haha, it seems like this year's sect competition will be exciting again!"

  "Haha, that's natural. Every year at our Double Blade Sect's annual grand competition, we invite the heads of various sixth-grade families, core disciples from the four major sects, and some elders. Most importantly, two months later is the Blood Trial, so other sects will definitely come to probe for weaknesses!"

  "Huh, who among you knows which inner disciple that is? Why don't I recognize him? How did he offend Lin Zhou?"

  "Who is he? It's normal if you don't know him, a trash soldier soul, a useless disciple, the kitchen knife of Iron Horse House. If you knew him, that would be weird! Isn't it?"

  "What the...! In this dump of an amusement park, I knew something was off!"

  The young man in the golden robe was naturally a kitchen knife of the Iron Horse House. Hearing the voices around him, his face became even more unsightly. The Iron Horse House had always been called the "Trash Paradise" in the Double Blade Sect, because among the disciples of the Iron Horse House, either their martial soul level was low or they were born with poor talent, and they were the worst!

  "Feng Er Dao, did you hear that? Trash from the Garbage Park, hurry up and kneel down to apologize to me. If not, I'll break your legs!"

  "Whose leg do you want to break?"