Didn't Expect You All to Be So Weak

Su Que killed Fan Wuyang in almost the span of a single breath.

After Fan Wuyang called out the names of his two subordinates, he had already alerted the White Lotus Disciples inside the inn.

But when the White Lotus Disciples stepped out of their rooms and looked toward the latrine, Su Que was nowhere to be seen.

All they could see were the two corpses outside the latrine.

And Fan Wuyang's feet sticking out from within it.

The White Lotus Disciples hurried down from the inn and went to the rear courtyard, where they saw Fan Wuyang in the latrine.

Fan Wuyang's face was sunken in and smashed to pieces.

His right arm was twisted beyond recognition.

The sight left the White Lotus Disciples dumbstruck.

"Th-this... who the hell did this?!"

The White Lotus Disciples were instantly struck dumb.

The attacker had not only smashed Fan Wuyang's head to pieces, but had even twisted the hand he had trained in the Yin Wind Claw into such a grotesque shape!

"J-Jie, what do we do?"

One White Lotus Disciple, panic rising in his heart, stammered as he asked a man named Guan Jie.

This Guan Jie was among the senior members, and his strength was the greatest among all the White Lotus Disciples present.

Now that Fan Wuyang was dead, he had become the leader of this group.

"What else can we do?!"

Guan Jie answered with a frown:

"This man could kill Hall Master Fan. The rest of us probably aren't his match either!"

"Before he decides to come after us, get out of here, now!"

"J-Jie, should we collect Hall Master Fan's body and theirs?" another underling asked.

As Guan Jie started walking away, he said:

"Collect what bodies? If we die, there won't be anyone left to collect ours!"

The other White Lotus Disciples immediately felt that he had a point and followed Guan Jie away, leaving only the corpses of Fan Wuyang and the two White Lotus Disciples where they lay.

After a while, one White Lotus Disciple returned, his hands swiftly searching Fan Wuyang's and the other two disciples' bodies.

After searching all three corpses, he muttered, "Why has everything on them been taken? Could it be that person killed them because he was short on money?"

Still muttering to himself, he left dejectedly.

Late at night.

The White Lotus Disciples hastily packed their bundles and left the inn.

Afraid that Fan Wuyang's killer might decide to kill them too, return, and catch up with them, they did not dare take the main road. Instead, they headed down a smaller path.

Before long, they passed through a forest along the trail.

This forest was called Slope Wind Forest. It lay over twenty li from Jade Water City, with a small hill beside it.

Even Guan Jie, the strongest among them, was only a Second Blood Muscle Refining martial artist.

Though his body was formidable, he had not tempered his five organs, so he did not possess clear vision in the darkness.

Not to mention the White Lotus Disciples whose strength was even lower.

The rustling of mud, fallen leaves, and dead branches beneath their feet rang continuously through the forest.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a White Lotus Disciple let out a heart-rending scream.

Clutching his leg, he fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

At once, the other White Lotus Disciples panicked and hurriedly stopped to look.

They saw a beast trap clamped around the foot of the White Lotus Disciple who had fallen.

Blood gushed from his foot.

"Which heartless hunter put a beast trap here?!"

After cursing, Guan Jie ordered another White Lotus Disciple to help pry open the beast trap.

The remaining White Lotus Disciples continued onward.

"Light up the road, everyone. Be careful—there may be more beast traps on the ground!"

Guan Jie suddenly instructed them.

The other White Lotus Disciples all answered in agreement, then prepared to break off branches and make torches.

Just then, they suddenly heard rustling from their left, and it grew louder and louder.

They lit their tinder sticks and looked over in alarm, only to see more than ten sharpened logs charging toward them!

"Get out of the way!"

Guan Jie shouted, then kicked off the ground and dodged aside.

But not every White Lotus Disciple had his reflexes.

As the dozen or so sharpened logs slammed into them, four White Lotus Disciples were pierced through, while three suffered severe injuries.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Three more White Lotus Disciples stepped on beast traps while trying to dodge.

Guan Jie's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the dead and wounded.

Only then did he realize that the beast traps and logs had all been deliberately arranged here by someone!

Fear rose in Guan Jie's heart. He decided to ignore the other disciples, lit a tinder stick himself, and fled in the opposite direction, illuminating the path beneath his feet.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure leaped out from the trees to one side. While still more than ten paces away, the figure raised his right hand, and a cloud of lime powder blasted toward Guan Jie's face!

Guan Jie hurriedly shut his eyes and turned to flee.

But immediately afterward, the sound of something slicing through the air rang out. A fist tore through the lime powder and smashed into Guan Jie's head.

Bang!

Guan Jie's head suddenly burst apart, blood and brain matter spraying everywhere.

Su Que withdrew his fist and darted toward the other White Lotus Disciples.

After killing Fan Wuyang, he had originally intended to leave things at that, stay quietly in his room for the night, and leave Tenglong Town the next day.

But then he saw those White Lotus Disciples hurriedly packing their bundles and leaving.

At first, he did not know how strong they were or whether he could defeat them.

But when he saw the White Lotus Disciples leaving in such a hurry, he decided they must be very weak and were therefore terrified of him, someone capable of killing Fan Wuyang.

At that moment, Su Que had the thought of killing all the other White Lotus Disciples as well.

After all, martial arts training cost him dearly, and the White Lotus Disciples carried quite a bit of money.

He could not let such fat meat, already at his lips, go uneaten.

However, he was not certain whether these White Lotus Disciples had truly left out of fear of him. Unsure of their strength for the moment, he brought along a large sack of lime and two large sacks of beast traps.

He got ahead of them and set an ambush on the small path they would take.

Most of the other White Lotus Disciples were One-Blood Warriors, far weaker than Su Que.

Su Que lunged forward in a single stride, his fists shooting out in rapid succession!

His fists struck the White Lotus Disciples' bodies with dull thuds.

His fist force entered their hearts and smashed them apart in an instant!

Before long, more than ten corpses lay scattered across the forest.

"Didn't expect you all to be so weak."

Su Que stood in the forest, looking around as he spoke softly.

Had he known, he would not have needed to go through so much trouble setting an ambush. He could have simply jumped out and killed these White Lotus Disciples.

As Su Que thought, he swiftly searched the White Lotus Disciples' corpses.

Soon, he stuffed more than ten money pouches into his clothes.

Then he collected the beast traps from the ground and placed them into the bundle slung over his shoulder.

As he left, he did not forget to clear away his footprints and other traces as he walked.