One Sword Kill

In the birch forest, it was pitch-black. Only flashes of lightning-like sword light kept flickering, accompanied by the Young Man's miserable cries.

Each time the Middle-Aged Man struck, the Young Man gritted his teeth and resisted, his arms going numb from the unbearable strain.

The opponent's swordplay was too strong. He was no match for him and could only hold on with difficulty.

In the distance, Chen Xiaofan lightly landed atop a tree and watched intently.

After some time.

Because you observed the Mount Hua Cold Ice Sword and grasped its essence, after careful consideration, you distilled its finest points and comprehended the Cold Ice Divine Sword!

Because you possessed Heaven-Defying Comprehension, you continued to gain a deeper understanding of the Mount Hua Cold Ice Sword. You successfully found and eliminated the flaws in the Cold Ice Divine Sword, increasing its power!

You continued your contemplation, deeply analyzing the Mount Hua Cold Ice Sword. Combining it with the Cold Ice Divine Sword, you successfully created a Cold Ice Divine Sword that required no Internal Energy to activate, and its power increased once more!

Unsatisfied with the current state, you fused the Cold Ice Divine Sword with the Phoenix Arrival Swordplay, successfully creating the Cold Ice Phoenix Harmony Divine Sword. Its power increased drastically, reaching the Grandmaster Peak level!

"What?"

"Grandmaster Peak?"

Hearing the voice in his mind, Chen Xiaofan was overjoyed, his face glowing with excitement!

There was no need to mention the power of Grandmaster Peak swordplay. On top of that, it required no Internal Energy. This was a tremendous gain for him!

This Heaven-Defying Comprehension was truly boundlessly powerful!

At this moment, the Young Man in the distance could no longer hold on.

He growled, "Wang, can't you live without killing me?!"

Hearing this, the Middle-Aged Man snorted coldly. "Hmph. When I killed your parents back then, I forgot to kill you little bastard as well. As they say, pull out the weeds by the roots. Today, I must eliminate you too!"

Chen Xiaofan vaguely guessed that this Middle-Aged Man was a vile villain.

He had killed the other man's parents and was now trying to kill their son. This... was unquestionably the act of an evil man!

But it had nothing to do with him, so he could not be bothered to meddle. Doing so would be asking for trouble.

With that thought, Chen Xiaofan raised his sword and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the Middle-Aged Man's ears twitched. He turned toward him and shouted angrily, "Who's there?!"

Whoosh!

Like a bolt of lightning, he swiftly charged toward the tree Chen Xiaofan was in.

At the same time, he turned and roared at the Young Man, "You little bastard, I didn't expect you to have called for help! Fine, then none of you will leave alive today!"

He had mistaken Chen Xiaofan for the Young Man's helper and intended to keep him here as well.

In an instant, he arrived beneath the tree where Chen Xiaofan stood.

"Oh? I had no intention of meddling, yet trouble came looking for me?" Chen Xiaofan frowned, somewhat speechless.

To be fair, the Middle-Aged Man's pursuit of that person had nothing to do with him, and he had no desire to get involved. But since this man had already come to kill him, what else could he do? He might as well cut him down with a single stroke.

Besides, this man was just the right person to test the new sword art formed from the Phoenix Arrival Swordplay, whose proficiency he had fully mastered.

With that thought, Chen Xiaofan glanced down and snorted. "Good timing. You're dead."

The Middle-Aged Man froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth with such boasting? I'm a mighty Xiantian expert! You're just a seven-year-old brat—do you think you can kill me? Aren't you afraid the wind will twist your tongue?"

He was only a seven-year-old child. He probably could not even lift a piece of wood, yet he wanted to imitate others and kill people? Was there something wrong with his head?

"You're boasting to the heavens! If you've got the guts, come down. I'll show you how the word 'death' is written!" the Middle-Aged Man shouted again.

The battered Young Man in the distance hurriedly said, "Little brother, don't come down! He's very powerful, especially that sword art from earlier. Every move is sharp and incredibly strong. Don't talk big—run! The farther, the better!"

"Oh? Then I really want to see whether his swordplay is stronger, or mine is." Chen Xiaofan curled his lips, then leaped down from the tree.

The Middle-Aged Man said coldly, "Kid, next year today will be the anniversary of your death!"

Crack!

He immediately attacked, slashing out with his sword.

A streak of sword light instantly shot forth. The fierce Lightning Dance Silver Serpent of the Mount Hua Cold Ice Sword made the air howl as the currents shook violently.

Chen Xiaofan did not even look at it. He likewise slashed out with his sword.

Boom!

This sword strike was broad and forceful, like a raging storm. Its violent offensive swept in with a howl in an instant.

Splat!

One move!

Just one move!

The Middle-Aged Man's figure fell in the darkness, a huge gash carved across his body as blood poured out.

"Y-you... that swordplay..."

Thud!

Before the Middle-Aged Man could finish speaking, he fell stiffly to the ground, kicking up dust.

Terror still lingered on his face.

Even in death, he had not expected his opponent to be so overwhelmingly powerful. That sword strike was at least Grandmaster Level!

A Grandmaster Level technique killing a mere Xiantian like him was a complete crushing blow!

The Young Man in the distance was dumbfounded, standing there in a daze, utterly shaken.

Heavens, what had just happened before his eyes?

A seven-year-old child had slain a Xiantian with one sword strike?

"Hiss! I've lived my life for nothing!"

The other party had killed a Xiantian master at the age of seven. Had he spent more than twenty years cultivating for nothing?

The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became. The more he thought about it, the more deeply shaken he was. An indescribable sense of disbelief rose in his heart, and he simply could not accept it!

A moment later, he hurried over and touched the corpse on the ground. Only after confirming that the Middle-Aged Man was truly dead did he let out a long breath and collapse onto the ground.

He was really dead.

The great villain who had murdered his parents was truly dead.

After a long while.

He threw back his head and let out a long howl!

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Little brother, I am inferior to you!"

As he spoke, he suddenly felt the urge to befriend him.

"To be honest, I am a disciple of the Boundless Sect. You saved my life and helped me kill the enemy who murdered my parents. I wish to invite you to join the Boundless Sect, so that my master can devote all his efforts to training you. If my master learns of what happened today, he will certainly nurture you with all his strength. Your future will be limitless!"

The Young Man was sincere.

They had met only by chance. Chen Xiaofan should have merely been dragged into trouble, yet with a casual sword strike, he had helped him so much. The Young Man immediately wanted to invite him into his sect and have his master cultivate him with all his strength!

Chen Xiaofan considered for a moment and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but Wudang is where I want to go. Forget it."

Huh?

The Young Man was stunned.

But he said nothing further. Everyone had different aspirations.

He changed the subject. "Brother, then let me treat you to a meal. Please don't refuse!"

"Alright." Seeing how warm and insistent the other party was, Chen Xiaofan could only nod.

Thinking about it, he had helped the man escape a life-threatening crisis and avenged his parents' deaths. It would not make sense for the man not to repay him.

A short while later, in a large restaurant.

Chen Xiaofan's eyes lit up as he looked at the things before him.