Everyone, Don't Be Shy-Come Die

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Three figures sped down the street, making straight for the city gates.

But just then, blazing firelight suddenly flared within the pitch-black night. Jianghu folk carrying torches emerged from the streets and alleys on all sides.

They hemmed the three in from both front and back.

"Gentlemen, where are you hurrying off to so late at night?"

Wang Jin stepped out from the crowd, his gaze fixed firmly on the three.

"Heh, Senior Wang, since when did members of the Shangguan Family need to report to your Weiwu Martial Arts Hall wherever we go?"

Wang Jin snorted coldly and pointed at Li Yan. "Where the Shangguan Family goes is none of my business. But him—he cannot leave."

As his finger settled on Li Yan, a sharp aura instantly bore down upon him.

Shangguan Feiyun immediately stepped forward. His aura erupted, shattering Wang Jin's pressure in an instant. "I'm talking to you, Wang. Do you really think opening some shabby martial arts hall in the city means you can do whatever you please?"

"With the cheap tricks taught in your hall, it'd be a miracle if your students didn't end up crippled. Calling you Senior was already giving you face—do you really think you're such hot stuff?"

"You!"

"Hehe, if Master Wang won't do, then what about me?"

Another person emerged from the crowd, and an even more immense aura descended upon them.

In that instant, Li Yan felt an icy current pierce into his limbs and bones. He hurriedly circulated the Flower Cultivation and Leaf Nurturing Art to resist it.

Huang Lingyan stepped out as well, his aura naturally locking onto Li Yan.

"City Lord Huang, what is the meaning of this?"

Shangguan Liuyun stood before Li Yan, breaking apart that bone-chilling cold.

"Nothing much. It's simply that the trouble Little Brother Wan has caused now involves Dongjiang City. As the city lord, I naturally must deal with it."

"Before the matters in Dongjiang City are settled, Little Brother Wan cannot leave."

At that moment, an invisible yet domineering aura spread outward. Shangguan Liuyun could not help but furrow his brow.

"Brother Wan."

Li Yan looked over.

"This Huang Lingyan is no simple man. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you today."

"Neither can I."

Shangguan Feiyun spoke from the side as well. "That old bastard Wang Jin may be covered in injuries and his cultivation may have fallen, but his vision and experience remain. I may not necessarily be able to take him down."

Hearing this, Li Yan merely slowly drew the simple saber at his waist. A wicked smile curled across his lips. "It's fine. Didn't they call me the Murderous Fiend? Then I'll make their words come true."

As he spoke, Li Yan looked at the dark mass of people ahead. "Let's make this clear first—I'll kill you, but I won't bury you~"

The moment those words fell, every Jianghu fighter present changed expression.

"Bastard! Without those two from the Shangguan Family backing you up, what the hell are you?"

"You killed a few Fierce Wind Bandits and think you're somebody? Today, we'll show you what the heroes of the world are!"

"Stop wasting words on him! Get him!"

"Hehe, then let's begin as well~"

Huang Lingyan sneered. As he struck out with a palm, he swept up frost and snow that filled the sky.

Shangguan Liuyun did not hesitate either. His Flying Flower Scattered Hands stirred layers upon layers of flying leaves, surging and crashing into the rolling frost and snow.

The instant the two collided, a terrifying shockwave shattered and rippled in all directions. Even Shangguan Feiyun and Wang Jin staggered.

Amid the interweaving spray of frost and snow and layered flying leaves, two figures shot into the sky, vanishing from the street in the blink of an eye as they headed into the distance.

"Old turtle bastard, take this!"

Seizing the chance, Shangguan Feiyun unleashed the Flying Flower Scattered Hands. Layer upon layer of palm shadows had already enveloped Wang Jin.

Wang Jin snorted coldly. As he shook both arms, his muscles and bones cracked and popped. The Heaven-Supporting Earth-Standing Art surged into motion, and he met Shangguan Feiyun with a punch.

As the top fighters drew apart to wage their battle, the remaining people began to close in around Li Yan bit by bit.

Li Yan had long been unable to hold himself back. The clash between the top fighters had already set his blood boiling.

"When you reach the King of Hell, remember to tell him that your own greed got you killed."

As his words fell, Li Yan stepped forward, but his body slid to one side. His saber seemed to swing casually, yet a head flew into the sky, blood spraying out in a pillar.

The splashing blood ignited the fury of the surrounding Jianghu fighters—and lit the bloody beginning of the slaughter.

The simple saber in Li Yan's hand had been snatched from one of the Fierce Wind Bandits' lackeys. It was not particularly sharp to begin with.

Yet in Li Yan's hands, it was like Death's scythe. After every flash of silver, someone would lose his life.

Once the Hundred Battles Saber Technique at the Peak Perfection Realm was unleashed, its originally broad and sweeping style became seamless and natural, ghostly and impossible to track.

Every move appeared plain and ordinary, yet none could block it.

Driven by inner force, it naturally became a one-sided battle against these Jianghu fighters, who had only just entered the Body Tempering Realm—or had not even tempered their bodies at all.

Even amid the slaughter, Li Yan did not forget to pick up attributes and Experience Points from the ground. There were more and more Cultivation Methods now, but too little to go around. If he did not stock up on attributes and Experience Points whenever he had the chance, there really would not be enough when he needed them.

Of course, someone soon noticed something unusual amid this slaughter. Their numerical advantage seemed utterly useless against this kid. Instead, the more he killed, the smoother his movements became. He was clearly about to build up momentum.

"Damn it! Those below the third level of Body Tempering, retreat at once! This kid is using slaughter to nourish his momentum!"

As the old saying went, the first burst of effort is strongest, the second wanes, and the third is exhausted. Such things were common in life too: when something began smoothly, everything that followed often went with the wind at one's back, until it became unstoppable.

But if one stumbled and faltered at the start, few lived to see the clouds part and the moon emerge; far more died before they were ever born.

Though those dying now were the weakest among the crowd, they were still human lives, still hot blood—and they were the best fuel for Li Yan's momentum. Once his momentum reached its peak, even someone of far higher cultivation would take three slashes upon meeting him.

Yet the crowd was packed three layers deep inside and three layers deep outside. It was not easy for those at the front to retreat even if they wanted to.

Li Yan, on the other hand, needed only to dance his blade to kill. With every cut, he could feel his strength rising.

Strength +0.3 Strength +0.5 Strength +0.7 Strength +1.1

Speed +0.2 Speed +0.4 Speed +0.6 Speed +1.2

Constitution +0.3 Constitution +0.3 Constitution +0.5 Constitution +1.0

True Qi +0.4 True Qi +0.7 True Qi +0.3 True Qi +0.8

As those martial artists fell, attribute points flowed continuously into Li Yan's body like the tide.

The feeling of growing stronger with every battle was naturally addictive. Li Yan only felt the saber in his hand becoming faster, his moves steadier. Of course, more and more people died as well!

Pfft!

As another person collapsed to the ground, blood already flowed across the long street. Yet there were not many cries of agony—after all, those struck by the saber were basically killed in a single blow. Painless, and no disturbance to the neighbors~

Looking at the Jianghu fighters around him, their faces filled with terror, Li Yan took one step forward, and they took one step back. Li Yan shifted slightly to the left, and someone fell to the ground.

The blade trembled, then flicked. The filthy blood on the simple saber dragged a long streak of crimson across the ground, savage yet smooth.

"Everyone, don't be shy. Come... die!"