Eliminate Evils for the People

Eliminate Evils for the People

A blade forty meters long, letting the other party run thirty-nine meters—how refined, truly refined!

Zhou Tianba was bound by the overwhelming pressure, unable to move a muscle. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and the terror in his eyes grew increasingly intense.

"It seems."

Jun Changxiao said, "The Great Chieftain is also a person who fears death."

Zhou Tianba was not exactly afraid of death; after all, in the line of work of a mountain bandit, he had long since prepared himself for the end.

However, under the suppression of the Death Aura from the Uncollectible Blade, he felt a terror he had never experienced before. It was as if... he had been cast into hell!

Zhou Tianba was afraid.

In that moment, he wanted to live more than anything!

Jun Changxiao said, "Therefore, this seat shall today clear the portal for the people of Qingyang County and for those souls who died in vain."

"No, no, no!"

Zhou Tianba hurriedly said, "Sect Leader Jun, I am willing to release your sect's disciples!"

"Do you still want the money?"

"I don't want it, I don't want it!"

With the forty-meter blade ready to descend at any moment, he wouldn't dare take it even if he had ten times the courage. He even regretted his momentary lapse in judgment, hijacking a disciple of the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect and provoking such a terrifying fellow!

Zhou Tianba now had no doubt that if the other party truly intended to kill, both he and his two hundred-plus subordinates would be cut down by that blade!

Jun Changxiao said, "Great Chieftain, this seat is quite curious: how did you know my name?"

"This..."

Zhou Tianba paused for a moment and said, "I have heard a little about the recent Hundred Sects Recruitment."

"Swish!"

Jun Changxiao brought the blade down, pressing it against his forehead, his gaze cold and sharp as he said, "This seat hopes you will tell the truth."

The blade was only a palm's width from his forehead, and the intense pressure made Zhou Tianba's face turn green with fear.

At this point, he could no longer hold back. His voice trembling, he said, "It was... the Spirit Spring Sect! The Spirit Spring Sect gave me a sum of money to hijack your sect's disciples and take your life!"

"Be on your way."

Having received the answer he wanted, Jun Changxiao swung his blade.

"Puchi—"

Zhou Tianba remained with his mouth agape as his head flew from his body.

The disciple of the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect who had feared death was beheaded by him, and now Jun Changxiao had beheaded him in return; it was only fitting karma.

"Great Chieftain..."

Witnessing Zhou Tianba's headless body collapse to the ground, the bandits of the Black Wind Stockade were all trembling with fear.

"Swish!"

Jun Changxiao turned around, his eyes radiating endless killing intent.

The leaders were all dead, and the Black Wind Stockade was now leaderless. Logically speaking, letting these bandits go would...

Let them go?

Would those who were bound to wooden stakes and whipped to death agree?

Would those corpses that were hung up, suspended, and dried into jerky agree?

Would those heads in the brazier, filled with despair, terror, and helplessness in their eyes, agree?

And finally, let us ask: would Jun Changxiao agree?

He would not.

These inhumane beasts—to let them go would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains. Therefore, he would use this forty-meter blade today to seek justice for the dead!

"Die."

Jun Changxiao said grimly.

In that moment, endless killing intent permeated his entire body.

"No, no..."

Hundreds of bandits felt their scalps tingle and their faces drain of color as a powerful Death Aura surged into their hearts.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Blade light flashed, and blood sprayed.

The desperate bandits would never have imagined, even in death, that the person who entered would be a god of slaughter, a demon.

"Whoosh!"

Flames rose inexplicably within the brazier, and the head, with its eyes full of despair and terror, witnessed those beasts dying one by one; under the burning flames, its face seemed to suddenly break into a smile.

Training Ground.

Jun Changxiao stood holding his blade, his black hair fluttering.

Around him, countless corpses were scattered, blood gathered into a river, and the air was filled with a pungent, fishy stench.

At this point.

The ten leaders of the Black Wind Stockade and over two hundred Mountain Bandits had all become souls under his blade.

"You have killed a total of two hundred and twenty-six people."

The system said.

Jun Changxiao, who had never killed anyone before, had killed far too many today.

"Did they deserve to die?"

"In the world you once came from, even if they were heinous, they would have to be judged and sanctioned by the law."

"This is a different world with different laws. Not to mention their countless evil deeds, just the fact that they kidnapped and killed my sect's disciples meant they deserved to die."

"The host has already adapted to the Starfall Continent."

"Adapting isn't my style. I will make the Starfall Continent adapt to me. Anyone who bullies or insults me will pay the price, including... the Spirit Spring Sect."

"Hum!"

The Uncollectible Blade flashed with light, then shrank from forty meters long down to half a foot, transforming back into a miniature knife.

"Without it, it would have been truly difficult for me to rescue the kidnapped disciples today."

Jun Changxiao inserted the small knife into its sheath.

"Hum!"

The moment it closed, the Uncollectible Blade trembled slightly, as if some kind of power had attached itself between the hilt and the sheath.

Jun Changxiao said in astonishment: "Don't tell me this blade has been sealed again?"

"Correct."

The system said: "The Uncollectible Blade has immense power; it is a double-edged sword that harms both others and oneself. After use, it will automatically seal itself, and the host must continue to use the Talisman of Seal Breaking to unseal it."

"..."

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

However, thinking back to how even he felt a bit afraid during its use, it was probably better for such a fierce divine weapon to be sealed, lest he accidentally hurt himself.

Wait!

Jun Changxiao said in astonishment: "Double-edged sword? Harms both others and oneself?"

The system said: "Did you not feel fatigued?"

"Fatigued? I didn't feel..."

Before he could finish the word, Jun Changxiao felt as if he had been hollowed out, and he immediately collapsed weakly onto the high platform.

The system said: "After using the Uncollectible Blade, the host will be in a weakened state for 30 minutes. During this time, you will have no strength and no defense; even a three-year-old child could kill you at will."

"What a shitty setting..."

Jun Changxiao lay weakly on the stone slab, thinking to himself: "It's a good thing I killed them all, otherwise the one who died would have been me."

30 minutes passed quickly.

Jun Changxiao gradually recovered from his weakened state, then leaped up with a 'whoosh', walked into the side door of the hall, and soon found the stone prison in the back mountain.

"Sect Leader?"

"The Sect Leader is here! The Sect Leader has come to save us!"

The thirty-plus disciples locked in the stone prison were stunned at first upon seeing Jun Changxiao appear, and then they began to shout with wild joy!

"Clang!"

The iron chains snapped, and the prison door opened.

Jun Changxiao retracted the Cold Edge Sword and smiled: "Babies, I've let you suffer."

The key to the Strongest Sect System lay in the disciples; was it excessive to call them babies? Not at all, it was actually very affectionate!

The thirty-plus disciples broke out in goosebumps, but seeing their Sect Leader come to rescue them personally, they were still so moved that tears fell from their eyes.

Training Ground.

The rescued disciples looked at the corpses one by one, looked at the severed limbs scattered all over the ground, and looked at the blood gathered into a river; the muscles on their faces stiffened, and some could not help but retch.

"Senior brother..."

A disciple pointed at the head of Zhou Tianba and exclaimed in shock, "It's the Great Chieftain of the Mountain Bandits! His head has been cut off!"

Everyone looked over and gasped.

The Mountain Bandits on Black Mountain had plagued Qingyang County for a long time, and neither the government nor the major sects could do anything about them. Now that everyone, including their leader, was dead, it was simply unbelievable!

"Did they... all get killed by the sect leader alone?"

"There was only the sect leader in the stronghold; if he didn't kill them, who else could it be!"

"My god, this is just too terrifying!"

In an instant, the admiration of the thirty-plus disciples for their sect leader surged like a continuous, flowing river!

Jun Changxiao had no interest in basking in the disciples' admiration; he was already in Zhou Tianba's bedroom, having found a secret passage leading underground.

Walking down the stairs, a locked iron door blocked his path. He drew his sword to sever the chain, kicked the door open, and a floor full of gold, silver, and jewelry appeared before his eyes.

"I'm rich, I'm rich!"

Jun Changxiao's eyes gleamed with golden light, and he unceremoniously swept all the wealth inside clean.

After returning fully loaded, he also stowed the Azure Dragon Scythe Blade that had been leaning against the tiger-skin chair into his Spatial Ring, then swaggered away with his disciples.

"Whoosh!"

The Black Wind Stockade, which resembled a military base, erupted into a raging inferno. The stockade, wooden stakes, watchtowers, and the corpses were all reduced to ashes in the flames.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for completing the Hidden Task [Eliminate Evils for the People], reward: 50 Sect Contribution Points!"

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 50/100."

"Damn!"

On the way down the mountain, Jun Changxiao said in surprise, "Wiping out the Black Wind Stockade was actually a Hidden Task, and it comes with such a high contribution reward!"