I Read Little, Don't Scare Me

As the Bearded Man spoke, a glint of coldness flashed through Jun Changxiao's eyes. He drew the Cold Edge Sword and stabbed it straight into the man's chest.

Three words: fast, ruthless, precise!

"Ninth Brother!"

The seven minor chieftains flew into a rage, their gazes brimming with killing intent!

Zhou Tianba's eyes gradually turned gloomy, and the spiritual energy gathered around him began to boil.

"Great Chieftain."

Jun Changxiao remained perfectly composed. "Your subordinate interrupted without the slightest understanding of the rules. I helped you clean house today. You have no objections, I trust?"

You killed my disciple?

Fine. Your subordinate's life would pay the debt.

It had to be said that, as the sect leader of the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect, he appeared exceptionally forceful at this moment!

"Drip, drip."

Blood flowed from the wound, droplets splattering onto the ground.

"Swish!"

Jun Changxiao pulled out his sword, and blood gushed forth in a torrent.

"You..."

The Bearded Man's expression twisted viciously. He wanted to step forward and throw a punch, but the searing pain from his heart and the fading of his consciousness could no longer support such an action. In the end, he collapsed with a thud.

A Meridian Opening Twelve Stages cultivator had been effortlessly killed.

The main reason was that the Cold Edge Sword was too sharp, and Jun Changxiao's strike had been too fast—so fast that the Bearded Man had neither expected it nor been able to dodge!

"Damn it!"

A bald chieftain charged forward in three strides as one, power gathering in both fists. He roared, "You killed my Ninth Brother! Hand over your life!"

"Stand down!"

Zhou Tianba said heavily.

His voice carried a wave of energy that rippled through the air.

The bald martial artist came to an abrupt stop, dispersed the power in his fists, and retreated to his seat in indignation.

What a powerful aura! Jun Changxiao was secretly shocked. At the same time, he dismissed the thought of drawing his sword.

If Zhou Tianba had not stopped him, Jun Changxiao had many ways to cut down the charging Baldy Qiang beneath his sword.

Forget it.

I'll let you live a little longer.

"Clap, clap!"

Zhou Tianba applauded twice and laughed. "Sect Leader Jun, that sword strike of yours was both swift and precise. It is enough to prove your extraordinary Sword Dao. Zhou Mou admires you, truly admires you!"

He had killed one of Zhou Tianba's men, and the man could still laugh?

Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said blandly, "Great Chieftain, you flatter me. My little skill is only enough to bully your subordinates. Against true experts, I would certainly make a spectacle of myself."

When he said the words "your subordinates," he deliberately glanced at the other minor chieftains, clearly not taking them seriously.

"Crack!"

The chieftains gnashed their teeth in fury, crushing the armrests beneath their palms to pieces.

"Sect Leader Jun."

Zhou Tianba gave a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Enough nonsense. I have thirty-one disciples from your sect here. Hand over three thousand one hundred taels, and you may take them away."

No wonder he had been able to endure it. So he still wanted money.

Jun Changxiao said, "I'll give you one hundred taels. I'll take my disciples and leave, and all grievances between us will be wiped clean."

"Bang!"

Zhou Tianba slapped the armrest, his gaze turning icy. "Jun Changxiao, Zhou Mou has already given you plenty of face. Don't fail to appreciate kindness!"

He could no longer hold it in and erupted.

To bottle it up until now before baring his fangs was no easy feat.

"Great Chieftain!"

The bald martial artist rose and said angrily, "Let your brothers kill him! We can search his body for the money all the same!"

"That's right!"

"Kill him and avenge Ninth Brother!"

The other six chieftains also stood up, killing intent flickering in their eyes as light shimmered around their fists.

They had disliked Jun Changxiao from the moment he entered. Now that he had killed the Ninth Chieftain, they wished they could skin him alive at once and avenge their brother.

"Kid."

Zhou Tianba's gaze was cold and sinister. "Since you refuse to know what is good for you, don't blame Zhou Mou for being ruthless and vicious."

"Swish!"

He waved his right hand, signaling them to attack.

"Thud, thud!"

The bald martial artist strode forward once more. Just as he was about to strike, Jun Changxiao said calmly, "Great Chieftain, this place is too small. If we're going to fight, shouldn't we go outside?"

Zhou Tianba gave a cold smile. "I'll grant you that!"

Outside the Main Hall.

A Training Ground covered in dirt.

Nearly two hundred bloodthirsty bandits surrounded the grounds, each glaring furiously at Jun Changxiao.

At the Qingyang County gathering, Sect Leader Jun had once been surrounded by disciples from two Eighth-rate sects. Now, facing several hundred people, he truly felt like a sheep entering a wolf pack.

"Kid."

The bald martial artist stood in the center of the grounds, stripped off his shirt, and revealed his burly muscles. "You got to live a little longer."

"Is that so?"

Jun Changxiao smiled faintly.

"Damn it, that smile is begging for a beating!"

"Sixth Chieftain, kill this guy and avenge the Ninth Chieftain and our two dead brothers!"

"Killing him would be letting him off too easily! We have to sever the tendons in his hands and feet, then hang him from the pillars of the stronghold and let him bake in the sun for months!"

"Right! Right!"

The bandits clamored.

They often used such methods. Otherwise, there would not have been so many shriveled corpses nearby.

Zhou Tianba sat in a large chair atop the high platform outside the Training Ground and said blandly, "Old Six, this kid strikes extremely fast. Don't let your guard down."

The Sixth Chieftain took a small step forward with his right foot, his toe sinking half an inch into the dirt. He gave a sinister smile. "Great Chieftain, I'll make him understand what fast really means."

"That stance..."

"Could the Sixth Chieftain be about to use Seven Step Shadow Transformation?!"

"That is a Mortal Grade Middle Stage movement technique! They say that once mastered, it moves so fast that all you can see is a single shadow!"

"The Sixth Chieftain rarely uses it normally. To witness it today is truly a great blessing!"

As the bandits cried out in surprise, they looked at Jun Changxiao with gloating delight. They thought that once the Sixth Chieftain unleashed his movement technique, that kid would surely be beaten so badly he would not know north from south.

Gawk!

Everyone's expressions froze.

When they looked over, the Iron Bone Sect's sect leader was stretching his legs, then rising onto his toes and continuously shaking his head from side to side.

"What's this guy doing?"

"Is he having an epileptic fit?"

"Hmph, if you ask me, he's pretending to be crazy and playing the fool!"

The martial artists of the Starfall Continent did not know that he was loosening his muscles and joints, warming up before battle.

A moment later, the warm-up ended.

Jun Changxiao turned halfway sideways, held his left hand in a half-clenched pose, then raised his right index finger. Gritting his teeth and lowering his voice, he said, "I read little, don't scare me!"

Gawk.

The entire field fell silent.

Watching his strange posture, the many bandits could not help wondering whether something was wrong with this guy's brain.

"Damn it!"

The Sixth Chieftain cursed, "What the hell does you reading little have to do with me!"

As he spoke, he ground his toe into the dirt. A cold gleam suddenly flashed through his eyes, and then he shot forward with a whoosh.

One step, two steps, were the devil's footsteps...

Peh, peh, peh.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps... seven steps! When the Sixth Chieftain lifted his foot for the eighth step, the air behind him suddenly twisted, instantly forming a faint phantom!

This was Seven Step Shadow Transformation!

Once a martial artist comprehended it to mastery and used it, an afterimage would form after seven steps, and their speed would instantly increase severalfold!

Sure enough.

The moment the Sixth Chieftain's eighth step landed, his body abruptly accelerated, charging forward like a streak of light.

"So fast!"

Jun Changxiao's expression changed drastically.

At that moment, he could only see streak after streak of afterimages. He could not see Baldy Qiang clearly at all!