I Sentence You to Death, and You Must Die!

The doors and windows were all shut.

The classroom was pitch-black.

More than thirty boys and girls stood to the side, looking at Qi Lin with strange, cold eyes.

Tap!

Lan Ming stepped forward, a mocking smile on his face. "A mere grass pig, putting on airs in the Divine Strategy Manor, slapping your face swollen to look fat. If the stench of your lowly birth weren't so impossible to wash off, you might really have fooled me into thinking you were some distinguished clan's descendant."

Qi Lin suddenly said, "That's your first warning."

"Still putting on an act?" Lan Ming's face abruptly turned cold. He looked at the tall youth beside him. "Shall we take him together?"

Yan Dinghao glanced at Qi Lin, recalling the recent major case in Mystic City... His face twitched, and he said regretfully, "I ate something bad at noon. I can only watch you display your might."

Lan Ming shot him a speechless glare.

But in truth, he wanted to take Qi Lin on alone.

Word would sound ugly if it got out that two of them had beaten a Mystic City native.

Clink!

Lan Ming drew a thin saber, cold light rippling along its blade.

He moved abruptly, his True Essence descending like frost. A cold wave sealed off half the classroom in an instant, and the thin blade thrust straight at Qi Lin's face!

Whoosh!

Qi Lin darted aside, dodging the slash.

"Second warning."

He looked calmly at Lan Ming.

To Lan Ming, those words were an insult.

His eyes went icy as he swung his saber at Qi Lin again. The blade wound like a venomous snake, clearly wielded with a special saber technique. It was fast, precise, and vicious.

"Third warning!"

Qi Lin dodged again, and in that instant, his eyes abruptly turned ten times colder.

"Your warnings mean nothing! Go ahead and attack. I'll bear the conseq-"

Before Lan Ming could finish the last word, Qi Lin suddenly drew the Azure Soul Sword and knocked his saber aside with a single stroke.

Splurt!

With his next stroke, he used sheer force to break through every trick and slashed Lan Ming across the neck!

One stroke severed his head!

Lan Ming's eyes widened as heaven and earth spun around him. He looked dazed.

Thud!

Qi Lin seized him by the hair and pressed his severed head onto the book of national law as if stamping it with a seal.

Blood sprayed from Lan Ming's neck, drenching the book red.

He stared wide-eyed at Xiao Ling'er, his lips still trembling, as though he had not quite died.

Qi Lin also took Lan Ming's void ring in passing, then said to Xiao Ling'er, "Here, carry his head back to your clan."

The classroom was dark and silent as the grave.

Crash!

Yan Dinghao backed away involuntarily and knocked over a stone table.

Sweat poured down his face as he gave a foolish smile. "Sorry, everyone. I really did eat something bad at noon."

With that, he quietly retreated behind the others.

The coldness on the other Three Stars Pavilion students' faces vanished completely, and they all backed away several steps.

Only Xiao Ling'er remained standing in the middle of the room.

"A vicious criminal and thug, just as I thought."

Her eyes cold as frost, Xiao Ling'er took an orange longsword wreathed in blazing fire from her void ring.

The sword was clearly a whole grade superior, and the temperature throughout the classroom was rising.

"I warned him three times. That counts as self-defense." Holding the Azure Soul Sword, Qi Lin stood beside the desk and looked at her. "Your Xiao Clan are the real thugs of this world."

"Is that so?"

Xiao Ling'er walked toward him with her sword in hand, flames burning in her eyes. True Essence overflowed and surged around her slender body like encircling streams.

And those streams were scorching hot.

"When I attack, you won't need to warn me," she said.

"Why not?" Qi Lin asked.

"Because here, I, Xiao Ling'er, am the law!" Killing intent burst forth in her eyes. "I sentence you to death, and you must die. Once I've killed you, I'll still be innocent!"

Hearing that, Qi Lin shook his head and laughed.

Those words were all too familiar.

If a clan had not long grown accustomed to trampling a nation's laws underfoot and using them as a weapon to oppress the people... how could its young people all make such outrageous claims?

That was the power of an influence that worked silently over time.

"A nation has its laws, and breaking them is a crime! Refusing to admit guilt and trampling on the law is treason!" Qi Lin looked at Xiao Ling'er with utter coldness. "Your Xiao Clan has committed treason."

"Heh, heh..."

The only answer Qi Lin received was a sneer of utmost contempt.

In Xiao Ling'er's eyes, he was a naive, dull fool spouting words that ignored reality, the very image of another Master Fu for people to ridicule.

"Die!"

She charged forward, slashing with her sword!

Whether in True Essence or swordsmanship, she was clearly a whole grade above Lan Ming.

Her body was like a ball of orange flame. As her sword struck at Qi Lin, blade and fire merged into a brilliantly blooming trumpet creeper flower.

For a moment, Qi Lin truly could not read the course of her sword.

"So this is the Xiao Clan's swordsmanship!"

Qi Lin blocked only three strokes with the Azure Soul Sword before he could no longer predict her fourth.

Rip!

The orange longsword scraped across Qi Lin's shoulder, missing his throat by three inches.

Bang!

Qi Lin retreated from the blade, shaken. So techniques are essential for close combat! To protect the Clan Flame, I couldn't learn the Qitian Clan's martial arts. The Divine Strategy Manor is my only chance now.

He and Lan Ming had been at the same realm, so he could rely on Heaven-Penetrating Prison-Suppressing True Essence to overpower skill with brute force. Now, being one level below Xiao Ling'er, he was indeed at a disadvantage.

"You dared come to the Divine Strategy Manor? At least three hundred people here could kill you a hundred thousand times over! How did you dare?"

Having landed a blow, Xiao Ling'er pressed her advantage without mercy.

Her Xiao Clan elders had already fought their way to the evildoer's lair, yet this evildoer's descendant had fought his way to the lair of the Xiao Clan's young geniuses. Was that not the ultimate slap in the face?

What Xiao Clan descendant could bear such humiliation?

"To your fallen Qi Clan, my Xiao Clan is like a true god."

Her longsword rose again, its flaming blade sending forth three trumpet creeper flowers. Its movements grew several times more complex in an instant.

Though there was clearly only one sword, it covered three fatal points: Qi Lin's brow, throat, and heart.

The other Divine Strategy students had long known how domineering and fierce she was. That was also why Xiao Ling'er was so well liked.

As her friend, lotus flowers bloomed with every step.

As her enemy, one sword killed three ways!

"God?"

When Qi Lin heard that word, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly under the cover of darkness.

"We of the Qitian Clan specialize in slaughtering gods."

Clink!

He put the Azure Soul Sword back at his side and drew the black wooden sword.

The instant he looked up again, countless tiny crimson eyes within his two blood-dripping eyes locked onto Xiao Ling'er.

At that moment, the intricacy of her single stroke and its three flowers seemed to slow and become transparent, the trajectory of each stroke growing somewhat clearer...

Xiao Ling'er's expression abruptly changed!

Her pretty face turned deathly pale in an instant, and even the hand holding her sword trembled.

"What kind of evil illusion is this?"

She saw cracks splitting open across the wall behind Qi Lin, the floor, the door, the stone tables, and the desk... Blood-dripping eyeballs like blood-red lanterns squeezed out of the cracks, each vying to be first. They swiveled from side to side and stared at her!

Even Yan Dinghao's abdomen split open in a bloody fissure, revealing a huge blood-red eye.

In an instant, the classroom of national law became a bloody hell!

Overcome with terror, Xiao Ling'er suddenly bit her tongue and snarled, "You dare bring out such crooked tricks to make a fool of yourself..."

The moment she uttered the last word, Qi Lin abruptly sprang into action, charging up to her like a slaughter god from hell.

Splurt!

With one precise stroke, he swept Xiao Ling'er's sword aside. His blade pierced her mouth and burst out through the back of her head!!

"An evil illusion, and I can kill you as easily as I please."

Qi Lin withdrew his sword, lifted Xiao Ling'er's long orange skirt, and wiped the black wooden sword in his hand.

Red and white matter poured from Xiao Ling'er's mouth and the back of her head. Her eyes were wide and round, and she did not move.

"One last thing: I killed your brother too."

After wiping his sword clean, Qi Lin spoke those words in a low voice.

Thud!

The girl, who had been beautiful for a little while, stared at Qi Lin with eyes that would not close in death and slid limply to the floor.

Brilliant red blood spread across the black floor.

It bloomed into a blood-colored trumpet creeper flower.