The female martial artist and the other five felt they had been slighted.
The female martial artist flew into a rage. "What an arrogant villain!"
She turned to the five behind her and said, "Father, Mother, Uncle, Aunt, Cousin, Big Yellow, let's go together and avenge my little brother!"
"Kill!!"
The neat and tidy family of six rushed forward as one.
You gave a light laugh.
The Soul Awakening Saber flashed, and you darted forward to meet them.
A clanging battle immediately erupted.
All six of them were slain.
Even Big Yellow the dog did not escape.
After killing this family that had come dragging their whole household along,
you knew your life would no longer be peaceful.
The friends and relatives of all those people you had killed on the road before would come seeking revenge.
But this time, you decided not to run.
You were eighty-three this year.
You had run for more than half your life.
You were already a little tired.
You had never taken the initiative to provoke anyone.
Yet so many people still wanted to kill you.
You decided you would no longer swallow this humiliation.
You would make these people pay the price.
"Gone dark. Thanks."
However, the main reason you did not leave was actually that you wanted to pressure yourself through battle.
And thereby break through to the Marrow Washing Realm.
After all, you were already over eighty.
You could feel your physical condition deteriorating significantly.
So relying on cultivation alone, you could no longer force your way through the Marrow Washing bottleneck.
You decided to be outrageous for once.
You hung up a sign outside the oasis.
It read—
"Immortal Runner"
"Number One at Fighting Above One's Level"
"Miao Liwu's Martial Path Guide"
"The Extinction Sect's Only Core Bone Tempering Realm Member"
"The Extinction Sect Holy Maiden Wan Qingluan's Only Deep Strategic Partner"
"Handy Expert at Exterminating Families and Looting Homes"
"Residence of Hero He Yu"
"All you losers who want revenge, want a challenge, or have nothing better to do than come behold my beauty are welcome to come trade blows!"
You looked at the enormous sign with great satisfaction.
This would definitely draw plenty of hatred.
You only needed to wait for a steady stream of people to come deliver experience.
You waited happily for a month.
In the end, not a single person came looking for you.
The lettering on the sign was nearly worn away by the wind and sand.
"That shouldn't be. Wasn't what I wrote arrogant enough?"
But in truth, it was because where you lived was simply too remote.
Unless someone bore you a blood feud as deep as the sea, they would never come.
They would very likely die in the desert before even reaching you.
Since no one came to fight you,
you spent your idle time fishing in the desert.
Your days were quite pleasant.
In the sixty-ninth year,
you finally welcomed someone seeking revenge.
"He Yu, you vile villain! I finally found you! Today, I will avenge my elder brother's—"
"Oh, please come in, please come in!" Beaming with delight, you invited the burly man into your grand villa.
You had finally waited for your first experience pack, and you treasured him dearly.
Seeing you so enthusiastic, the burly man was momentarily at a loss.
He suspected he might have found the wrong person.
He sat awkwardly in your villa.
Very politely, he accepted the iced watermelon you handed him with both hands and took a bite.
After trekking through the desert for so long, his throat had long since been smoking.
That bite of pure, sweet, icy watermelon chilled him straight to the stomach.
The pleasure made his whole body shudder.
The burly man wiped his mouth and politely probed, "Um... villainous hero, what do you mean by this?"
"You need to eat your fill before you have the strength to fight."
The burly man froze, then roared, "You really are that villain?!"
"It's me."
The burly man smashed down the watermelon. "Die!"
A flash of saber light.
The burly man's head and body were already separated.
From that day on, people finally began coming one after another to trade blows with you.
You were delighted, so you specifically dug a pit outside the oasis that could hold ten thousand people.
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You tossed the people you killed directly into it—clean and hygienic.
The more people you killed, the more grudges you formed.
More and more people came to fight you to the death.
In the eighth month of the sixty-ninth year,
"Demon, you will die a miserable death!!"
You gravely injured a spirited young man.
You dragged him to the edge of the ten-thousand-person pit, intending to drain his blood and throw him in.
The dense mass of corpses inside scared him so badly that he pissed himself, and he cursed you viciously.
This young man had excellent Martial Path talent.
At the Divine Organs Peak Stage, he could trade blows with you evenly.
He held out under your hands for a full half-hour.
His endurance surpassed every challenger who had come to your door that day, placing first among his circle of friends.
You ignored his insults.
You had already heard similar words countless times.
You cut the young man down with one slash and kicked him into the ten-thousand-person pit.
Your reputation gradually spread through the martial world.
Quite a few people learned that a demon who killed without blinking lived deep in the Azure Mesa Desert.
Your martial-world nickname changed from Flying Giant Cockroach to Desert Grim Reaper.
More and more people came to challenge you.
But they were all martial artists below the Divine Organs Realm.
They could not give you any real pressure at all.
As a result, although your combat experience increased greatly,
you made no progress in breaking through your realm.
In the seventy-first year,
an old man at the early Essence Refinement Realm finally arrived one day.
This was the first Essence Refinement martial artist to come to your door in the past two years.
The old man was named Mao Mingfeng, and he was the martial uncle of that spirited young man from before.
This time, you finally felt pressure.
You even sensed the breath of death.
You and Mao Mingfeng fought for a day and a night.
The Soul Awakening Saber was nearly chipped dull.
In the end, both of you were badly wounded.
Mao Mingfeng fled.
You lacked the strength to pursue him and could only retreat to recover from your injuries.
After escaping back, Mao Mingfeng announced that he would fight the Desert Grim Reaper again in half a year.
To avenge his disciple.
He also invited many fellow martial artists to bear witness when the time came.
Because of the ten-thousand-person pit you had dug, your reputation had already stunk to high heaven.
When the martial world heard Mao Mingfeng was going to risk his life in a head-on clash with you, they all cheered.
At the same time, everyone noticed something terrifying.
They suddenly realized that you, at the Bone Tempering Realm, had actually fought head-on against a martial artist three realms above you.
For the first time, the people of the martial world truly witnessed your terrifying combat power.
This matter caused a tremendous uproar in the martial world.
Even many Grandmasters and Apex Grandmasters became curious about you.
After a brief investigation, they discovered your relationship with Miao Liwu.
This made them even more curious.
Moreover, Miao Liwu could win when fighting one realm above him, but could only preserve his life when fighting two realms above him.
Yet when fighting two realms above yourself, you could actually kill your opponent.
This was simply unheard of.
Many Grandmasters and Apex Grandmasters thus planned to come watch the battle in half a year.
In the first month of the seventy-first year, Lin Jingzhi came.
He asked whether you needed his protection.
You politely declined his kindness.
In the second month of the seventy-first year, Wan Qingluan came.
Wan Qingluan had already become a Grandmaster.
She said that the Extinction Sect's new sect leader thought highly of you.
She told you to abandon this battle and return to the Extinction Sect's headquarters.
You refused as well.
At the same time, you asked her, "Doesn't our Extinction Sect have no headquarters?"
Wan Qingluan smiled faintly. "Wherever the sect leader is, that is the headquarters."
Fine, fine, fine—the sect leader was a mobile base.
You took the healing pills Wan Qingluan had brought you.
These pills were extremely effective, and you recovered completely in only half a month.
After your injuries healed, Wan Qingluan did not leave.
She stayed behind and kept you company.
During the day, you and she roamed mountains and rivers.
At night, the two of you shook several beds to pieces.
It was as though you had returned to those years in Huanan Village.
In the sixth month of the seventy-first year,
tomorrow was the day of your decisive battle with Mao Mingfeng.
The Azure Mesa Desert had been packed with people these past few days, with gongs and drums booming and firecrackers crackling.
Many people from the martial world had come to watch the spectacle.
They wanted to see how you would die.
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