874 means fighting with gusto.
Suddenly, a shout rang out, "Honestly, we should have just charged in! What are you afraid of? It's just an old man; he can't escape anyway. We've been waiting for ages!"
With a furious shout, a group of people suddenly rushed over as if sprang to life, wielding various weapons—some with thin knives, some with long swords, and some with long forks—their eyes gleaming with a bloodshot light, as they charged toward them.
Elder Cheng's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery as he thought to himself, "I've been overthinking things. A bunch of bandits dare to court death in front of me? They really underestimate me."
He drew his long sword and whispered to the patriarch's beloved youngest son, "Be careful, I'll be right back."
The Sixth Elder used all his strength, his blood energy surging like a torrent, his true energy flowing through the blade, and his whole body became hot. In an instant, his blood energy surged to its peak.
It was a horizontal slash! Yes, a horizontal slash. Elder Cheng didn't care about these rabble at all. They had no cultivation power and couldn't break through his protective aura at all.
Since they couldn't break through his protective aura, they couldn't harm him in the slightest. Moreover, as a sixth-level martial artist, his flesh and blood resembled a coiled dragon, and even without cultivating the Copper Skin Iron Bones Golden Bell Shield, his outer skin was still beyond the reach of these rabble.
He hissed, "Get out of here right now, or this time next year will be your death day."
With a single horizontal slash, three enormous human heads shot into the sky, spraying blood everywhere.
With a single strike, the Sixth Elder was overjoyed and shouted, "It's so much more satisfying to kill you peasants! Watch me take you down one by one and show you that even highway robbery requires some discernment!"
You damned peasants, you lowly fools, you're just a waste of food to be alive.
Having achieved a great feat with a single strike, the Sixth Elder was immediately filled with pride. He then unleashed another horizontal slash, completely ignoring the group of ignorant civilians rushing towards him. With a soft thud, a head flew off, leaving a large, bowl-sized scar.
The spray hit the Sixth Elder's face, and he immediately felt extremely refreshed. Today, Commander Guan was besieging the city. His Cheng family had been running the city for generations, and there had been five generations of them. The previous rulers were also families that had married into the Cheng family.
They have long since been wiped out by the Cheng family, who showed no mercy even to their wives and children from arranged marriages. For the sake of the Cheng family's great cause, their ancestors made countless sacrifices to achieve what they have today.
I never expected to be scared away by a lackey today. It's intolerable. Now, like a wolf among sheep, I'm unleashing my fury with each slash.
With a single horizontal slash, another ignorant commoner's arm was severed. The cry of pain was heart-wrenching, but the Sixth Elder felt an extreme sense of satisfaction.
He couldn't help but hum, "Today I will kill you lowly bastards, today I will kill you lowly creatures, what a happy day, what a happy day."
I'll kill, kill, kill! I'll slash, slash, slash!
He brandished his long sword and charged at the bandit, cleaving him in two with a single, powerful stroke, as if he had gone mad. This gave him a sense of relief and catharsis.
On the other side, the young master watched as his sixth elder slaughtered his way through the area, leaping and bounding like a tiger among sheep. With one slash, flesh and blood flew everywhere; with another, heads flew off; with another, arms were severed and chests were pierced.
As easily as chopping flowers and grass, a happy smile immediately appeared in his heart. He couldn't help but nod slightly and whisper, "These bandits are really asking for death. I also want to go down and kill them to my heart's content."
"It's so painful not to have brought a maid to satisfy my cravings today. I'll definitely punish her properly when we get back, making sure she can't come down for days."
Thinking about happy things always makes people feel good.
Suddenly, from behind a group of bandits, even more bandits rushed out, numbering nearly five hundred. These bandits were even worse off, and included all sorts of people, even women, children, and the elderly.
Among them was a man who looked like a leader, dressed in a long robe and appearing to be a frail scholar. He looked at the estimated hundred people who had been killed, nodded slightly, and pointed his finger lightly. Instantly, an invisible gust of cold wind shot out.
It floated down lightly, yet with immense ferocity, crashing down like a sharpened cone.
Instantly, the Sixth Elder felt his blood freeze, rendering him completely immobile. His slash had firmly cut through the forehead of the person before him, penetrating three-tenths of the way in, but could not penetrate any further.
His blood congealed, his true energy dissipated, and his aura vanished instantly, leaving him like an old man on his deathbed.
Kill him! Slash him to death! Kill him!
The crazed bandits behind him seemed to have no hesitation. They slashed at his shoulder with their thin blades. There was no fancy technique, no particular thought. This slash was simple, brutal, and resolute, as they cleaved down fiercely.
There were no screams, no sounds. Blood froze, and the whole body was paralyzed. All the victim could do was watch helplessly as the knife came down. In the victim's mind, a voice shouted, "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I want to live!"
How could you lackeys kill me?
Blood gushed out instantly, as if he had killed someone else.
One brutal strike after another, no, it was a series of slashes. Instantly, his bloodshot eyes were filled with nothing but killing intent. Stimulated by the blood, they became even more bloodthirsty.
His hand, gripping the hilt of the knife with all his might, seemed to tremble slightly. He slashed at the Sixth Elder with the thin blade, one strike after another. The long fork pierced through the Sixth Elder's chest cavity, through his stomach, and cut off three inches below his navel.
The bleeding wouldn't stop; blood was everywhere.
"Ah—!" A agonizing wail, like a mournful cry tearing the sky apart, finally burst forth from the Sixth Elder's mouth.
The voice contained endless pain and shock, as if even the heavens and earth trembled. The air seemed to freeze at that moment, the world shook, and even the grass and trees couldn't help but shiver.
At this moment, the Sixth Elder was trembling all over, and the formidable vitality of a sixth-level martial artist was on full display.
Wounded but not dead, unable to die immediately, his heart-wrenching cries shook the heavens and earth, yet they failed to deter the crimson blade.
Slash after slash, flesh and blood were mangled and blood flew everywhere. One slash, two slashes, three slashes, countless blows were delivered, leaving afterimages, brains were splattered, and the whole body was the same color as the ground.
"Ah!" The young master finally screamed in fright, his face turning as pale as paper, his eyes seemingly about to pop out, filled with disbelief.
Just moments ago, his sixth grandfather was the one who was slaughtering everyone and raising the Cheng family's reputation, so why was he now being beaten to death on the ground? He immediately felt his pants get wet and his eyes filled with anger.
He secretly resolved, "Damn you lowly people! You made me wet my pants! I'll send all the men to the mines and all the women to brothels, so that you'll be prostitutes and male slaves for generations to come!"
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