368. Please embark on the journey, part eighteen.

The sea dog turned around with difficulty, 'If I'd known you were a menace, I should have killed you long ago. You're a disgrace; just bury you somewhere outside the city.'

With a single slash, blood gushed forth like a fountain, and he fell to the ground, unwilling to accept his fate.

'kill. '

"You greedy wretch! You always skimp on our pay, and that old man, taking advantage of his age, he deserves to die! He enjoys beautiful women and fine wine while we work ourselves to the bone. He deserves to die, he deserves to die!"

A guard with a fierce face shouted, pointing a thick, sharp knife at the old man who was lost in his memories.

"Yes, everyone attack together! The internal energy is blocked here; this old man won't be able to unleash many moves. Let's all attack together."

'Yes, and there's the Hou family too. They have lots of beautiful women in their backyard cellar; we'll just divide them up.'

"Let's all team up! Why do they get to have a different beautiful woman every day, while we work so hard? Let's take them!"

Following his own desires, he turned the blade and killed.

Everyone rushed forward, but a few cunning individuals slowed down a few steps as they walked.

"Heh heh, you're really asking for death. Looks like I've been too lenient with you all along," he said, his face filled with murderous intent as he looked at the group of groceries charging towards him, the air itself seeming to turn cold.

Several bright red blade beams shot out, and with a flash of light, the Blazing Sun Blade was enveloped in a surge of blade energy.

With a backward slash, his swordsmanship was as unpredictable as a ghost, instantly piercing two servants behind him who were attacking with thin knives.

With a mocking smile, he said, 'You worthless piece of trash, you're asking for death.'

With a single slash, blood splattered across the crowd, causing them to pause for a moment.

The Blazing Sun Blade struck like a vengeful ghost, its strikes flowing like a never-ending stream, making a series of "plop plop plop" sounds.

The three who rushed at the front didn't have time to react; a thin line of blood appeared on their necks.

Blood splattered, instantly staining the view before them red.

"Everyone, don't hold back! Kill! Otherwise, we'll all die!" the burly man shouted again.

Suddenly, a surge of bloody energy appeared on the knife in his hand. "Everyone, follow me! This old ghost doesn't have much true energy left!"

'Yes, we outnumber him; we'll wear him down.'

The group attacked from all sides, engaging in a fierce and back-and-forth battle.

"You're all asking for death! You really think I'm old just because I don't usually show my strength." His cold eyes and angry face flushed red.

The Blazing Sun Blade suddenly repelled one person, not even glancing at the incoming attack. On the blade, a dazzling red light, like a crimson sun, suddenly appeared, turning the three-foot blade aura crimson.

Some of the onlookers exclaimed in surprise, "The blazing sun is dead!"

In an instant, the Blazing Sun Blade appeared with lightning speed, flashing everywhere. A red flash filled the view, followed by a series of "puff puff" sounds, like high-pressure water jets.

After a few moments of wailing, the ground was littered with corpses.

The atmosphere was terrifying and filled with the scent of death, causing onlookers to unconsciously keep their distance.

The main street was silent and desolate. The constables and yamen runners hiding in the alleys had complicated expressions in their eyes, including worry, resentment, unwillingness, or a hint of shame. They remained silent, seemingly waiting for orders.

Apart from the standing people, the ground was littered with corpses.

The Blazing Sun Blade, its eyes bloodshot with rage, seemed to gather all its strength as it lashed out at the standing figure, He Chen. Its footwork was unpredictable and its swordsmanship was fast and varied.

The moment the blade strikes, anyone who comes to your door deserves to die.

Suddenly, the blade flashed, like a shooting star streaking across the sky. The swordsmanship was as fast as lightning, and the blade drew afterimages in the air. Within the afterimages, dragons and tigers leaped!

He slashed at the Blazing Sun Blade in front of him, a powerful current of air from the blade cleaving through the shadow before him, an irresistible force tearing the figure apart.

He fell to the ground with a thud, his head severed from his body, rolling to the doorway, blood flowing everywhere. His wide-open eyes showed disbelief and resentment at dying.

Gently released, Young Master Hou, Master Hou, your eyes were glazed, slowly coming back to your senses.

In unison, they cried out, "A devil! A devil! Help! Someone, please help!"

Suddenly, a blade of light shot out, so fast that it was imperceptible. In an instant, both men's limbs were severed, and blood gushed out.

"Ah! Help! It hurts so much! My hands, my arms, my legs, my genitals!"

The same scream echoed through the sky.

The crickets around were so startled that they dared not make a sound.

The sunlight has become much colder.

'My son,'

Those who were spying couldn't help but touch their own arms, legs, and limbs, as if afraid that something was missing.

The wailing continued, but the surroundings were completely empty; there were no officials in sight.

Wait patiently; there's still plenty of time.

"Sir, this man is so vicious, daring to commit crimes in the capital. We should arrest him in broad daylight, otherwise, wouldn't we look incompetent?" said the young constable, his face handsome but his expression indignant.

She smelled of perfume, and the knife in her hand was clearly of high quality—a finely forged blade. The scabbard was exquisite.

"Young Master Wei, if you capture this man, the merit will be considerable. If you wish, you can go, but don't take us with you." The head constable looked at the young constable beside him, a hint of barely perceptible dislike and helplessness in his eyes.

"If Your Excellency really doesn't go, the Hou family has managed to curry favor with the son of Imperial Censor Qi. Lord Qi only has this one precious son."

"If we lend a hand now, it will be a tremendous contribution later," the young Master Wei advised again.

His eyes were also filled with struggle and confusion. 'What Young Master Wei? I am not a collateral branch of the Wei family. If I were a direct descendant, would you dare to treat me like this?'

Bah! If I were one of their own, I wouldn't be working here. I'd already have beautiful women to keep me company and be served wine and meat.

You all hate me, but I really didn't know that. Humph, I'll give it my all.

If it doesn't work, does this brat dare kill me? I'm surnamed Wei, from the Wei family of Wangcheng. We have high-ranking officials in our family.

Upon this thought, Young Master Wei immediately had an idea: with this merit, he could ask his family to promote him when he got back. He didn't need a high position, just a squad leader, or even better, an adjutant.

It won't work if it's too high; my cultivation level isn't enough to suppress it.

Thinking of this, a hint of joy appeared on his face, as if he could already see himself being promoted and becoming wealthy, and those who usually looked down on him for having connections would now respectfully call him 'Chief Wei' or 'Deputy Wei'.

That's so satisfying! Just thinking about it makes me inexplicably happy.

When the time comes, I can marry a young lady from a good family, and then cultivation resources, promotions, and wealth will be within my grasp.

His face was beaming with barely suppressed laughter, though he was trying his best to control it.

Looking around, the constables whispered enticingly, "We can't just watch this outsider act so recklessly in the city."

Who will come with me to capture this brat? We'll be rewarded handsomely for our efforts.