Don't Be Polite, Come and Die

With a whoosh, three figures moved swiftly down the street, heading straight for the city gates.

Just then, the pitch-black night suddenly erupted in a blazing inferno. Jianghu martial artists, each holding a torch, emerged from the side streets and alleys.

They formed a pincer, surrounding the three individuals.

"Three of you, in the middle of the night, in such a hurry to go somewhere?"

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

"Heh, Senior Wang, since when does my Shangguan Family need to report our movements to your Weiwu Martial Arts Hall?"

Wang Jin snorted coldly, pointing at Li Yan. "I don't care where your Shangguan Family goes, but he cannot leave."

His finger landed on Li Yan, and a sharp aura instantly pressed down on him.

Shangguan Feiyun immediately stepped forward, his imposing aura erupting and shattering Wang Jin's pressure in an instant. "I say, Wang, do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you run a shoddy martial arts school in the city?"

"The shoddy martial arts you teach in your school, if people don't get hurt, it's just because they lack talent. Calling you 'Senior' doesn't mean you're anything special!"

"You!"

"Heh, if Master Wang isn't enough, then what about me?"

Another person emerged from the crowd, an even more immense aura enveloping the area.

In just a moment, Li Yan felt an icy chill penetrate his limbs and bones. He quickly circulated the Flower Cultivation and Leaf Nurturing Art to defend himself.

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

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

Shangguan Liuyun stepped in front of Li Yan, blocking the biting cold.

"Nothing much, it's just that the trouble Young Brother Wan is currently involved in has now implicated Dongjiang City. As City Lord, I naturally have to intervene."

"Until the matters in Dongjiang City are resolved, Young Brother Wan cannot leave."

An invisible, overbearing aura spread out at this moment, causing Shangguan Liuyun to frown.

"Brother Wan."

Li Yan looked over.

"This Huang Lingyan is no simple man. I'm afraid I can't help you today."

"Me neither."

Shangguan Feiyun also chimed in, "That old bastard Wang Jin, despite his injuries and weakened cultivation, still has his experience. I'm not sure I can take him down."

Hearing this, Li Yan slowly drew his saber, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "It's fine. They call me the Murderous Fiend, don't they? Then I'll live up to their name."

With that, Li Yan's gaze fell upon the vast crowd before him. "Let's get this straight, I'll do the killing, but I won't be burying anyone~"

His words sent shivers down the spines of the Jianghu martial artists present.

"Bastard! Without the backing of those two from the Shangguan family, what do you think you are?"

"Killing a few Fierce Wind Bandits and you think you're someone? Today, we'll show you what true heroes are!"

"Enough talk, attack!"

"Heh, then let's begin~"

Huang Lingyan sneered. As he unleashed a palm strike, a blizzard of frost and snow erupted.

Shangguan Liuyun didn't hesitate. The Flying Flower Scattered Hands conjured layers of falling leaves, which surged towards the rolling frost and snow.

The instant the two forces collided, a terrifying shockwave shattered and reverberated in all directions, even causing Shangguan Feiyun and Wang Jin to stagger.

As the scattered frost and overlapping leaves intertwined, two figures shot into the sky, vanishing from the street and heading into the distance.

"You old bastard, take this!"

Shangguan Feiyun seized the opportunity, unleashing the Flying Flower Scattered Hands as layered palm strikes enveloped Wang Jin's surroundings.

Wang Jin let out a cold snort. With a shake of his arms, his bones and muscles crackled. The Heaven-Supporting Earth-Standing Art circulated, and he met Shangguan Feiyun's attack with a punch.

With the high-end combatants engaged, the remaining individuals began to converge on Li Yan.

Li Yan could no longer hold back. The battle between the top fighters had already set his blood boiling.

"When you get to hell, tell King Yama that your greed was your downfall."

As the words fell, Li Yan took a step forward, his body sliding to the side. His saber, seemingly swung with casual ease, sent a head flying through the air, spurting blood like a fountain.

The splashing blood ignited the fury of the surrounding Jianghu martial artists, marking the bloody beginning.

The saber Li Yan held was taken from one of the Fierce Wind Bandits. It wasn't particularly sharp.

But in Li Yan's hands, it was like the scythe of death. Every flash of silver was followed by the loss of a life.

The Hundred Battles Saber Technique, executed at the Peak Perfection Realm, transformed the originally broad and powerful saber art into something natural and elusive.

Each move, though seemingly ordinary, was impossible to block.

Fueled by his internal energy, facing these Jianghu martial artists who were either in the Body Tempering stage or not even there yet, the battle was a complete rout.

Amidst the slaughter, Li Yan didn't forget to pick up the Attribute Points and Experience Points from the ground. With more and more techniques appearing, and limited resources, he knew he had to seize every opportunity to gather points. When the time came, he wouldn't have enough.

Of course, this slaughter didn't go unnoticed for long. The numerical advantage seemed utterly useless against this kid. Instead, the more he killed, the more comfortable he became, and he was clearly building momentum.

"Damn it, everyone below Body Tempering Triple Realm, retreat quickly! This kid is using kills to build momentum!"

An old saying goes, "The first burst of energy leads to success, the second to weariness, and the third to defeat." Life often mirrors this; when something starts smoothly, it tends to continue that way, becoming unstoppable.

If the beginning is fraught with difficulties, there's little hope for seeing it through to the end, and many endeavors die before they even begin.

Although those dying now were the weakest among the crowd, they were still lives, still warm blood, and they were precisely what Li Yan needed to accumulate momentum. Once his momentum reached its peak, even someone of a much higher realm would be cut down within three strikes.

However, the crowd was packed ten deep, and those in front found it difficult to retreat.

On the other hand, Li Yan's killing was like a dance of blades. With every reduction in their numbers, he could feel his own strength increasing.

[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 these martial artists fell, attribute points flowed into Li Yan's body like a tide.

This feeling of growing stronger with every battle was addictive. Li Yan felt his saber getting faster, his movements more stable, and, naturally, the number of dead increasing!

Puff!

As another person collapsed to the ground, the long street was now awash in blood. However, there weren't many cries of pain. After all, those struck were mostly killed instantly, making it painless and unobtrusive to the public~

Seeing the jianghu people around him with faces full of terror, Li Yan took a step forward, and they retreated a step. Li Yan shifted an inch to the left, and someone would stumble and fall.

He shook the blade, flicked it, and the blood staining his saber drew a long, ghastly, yet fluid line on the ground.

"Don't be shy, everyone, come quickly... to your deaths!"