Difficult to Handle

With one slash, flesh and blood scattered in all directions. The people packed together scattered clean away, all retreating dozens of meters.

Man Hu, Yan Zhuixing, Hu Yuntian, the remaining three guards, Mo Shaojun, and Ye Cheng—eight people in all—looked at the two severed corpses. Intestines lay splattered all over the ground, and crimson liquid was still flowing. Even now, they could hardly believe it was real. A cultivator at the early Tribulation stage had been killed just like that by Yue Qianchou.

Yue Qianchou snorted coldly. Dragging a black saber larger than a man across the ground, he turned indifferently and began gathering up the ten pots of blood orchids from his stall. It seemed business could no longer continue. Hu Yuntian suddenly roared, "Yue Qianchou, how dare you kill a disciple of our Cloud Palace!" He had come under orders to recruit Yue Qianchou into Cloud Palace, yet he had never expected this to happen. Before he could even begin recruiting him, they had already become enemies.

Yue Qianchou turned around, slung the great saber over his shoulder, and stared expressionlessly at the corpse on the ground. Dozens of azure flying swords behind him revolved and drifted like a disc. "I've killed plenty of people. It's not like this is the first time I've killed a disciple of Cloud Palace. Besides, he overestimated himself and still dared to run out here shouting at me. If that isn't courting death, what is? Did he take me for an easy target?"

Yan Zhuixing and Man Hu exchanged a glance. The same thought arose in both their hearts: this guy was a complete and utter madman!

"If you don't give us a satisfactory explanation today, don't even think of leaving alive," Hu Yuntian said furiously. The three guards beside him released