Compared to That Person, I'm Not Even Worth a Fart

The moment the Water Splitting Thorn and the Soft Sword were about to reach him, his Spring Embroidered Saber was drawn from his waist.

A metallic clang echoed.

The blade's light poured down like moonlight, carrying a world-ending killing intent.

God of Slaughter's Blade Slash.

The blade's light condensed into a streak of pitch-black silk. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze.

A bone-chilling cold instantly swept through the entire tea stall. Although the young man in white was a Martial Artist in the True Qi Realm and was further away, he couldn't help but shiver as if he were in an ice cellar.

One could imagine the pressure the Heavenly Cripple and Earthly Mute endured, enveloped by the blade's light.

"Pfft!"

Two crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The Water Splitting Thorn in the Heavenly Cripple's hand shattered the moment it touched the blade's light. She herself was struck by the blade's energy, her body cleanly split from shoulder to abdomen, blood and internal organs spilling onto the ground.

The Soft Sword wielded by the Earthly Mute fared no better. The blade's light pierced through the sword, cutting him in half at the waist. His upper body crashed heavily in front of Su Fei's table, his eyes still wide open, filled with terror.

As the blade's light dissipated, Su Fei sheathed his saber with fluid movements.

Two more corpses lay on the ground, mixed with the bodies of the previous jianghu ruffians, the smell of blood filling the air.

The young man in white looked at Su Fei, his folding fan almost crushed in his hand.

She finally understood that the young man in blue, who appeared so youthful, was a hundred times more terrifying than she had imagined.

She had no idea how he cultivated. Judging by his appearance, he wasn't much older than her.

She hadn't been able to move at all just now.

The killing intent from that single strike had made her feel as if her very soul was about to freeze.

After finishing everything, Su Fei straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, not even glancing at her.

For some reason, she spoke.

"I'm not an assassin from the Shadow Kill Tower."

Su Fei replied politely.

"I know. You're different from them. You don't have any killing intent, and your martial cultivation is too poor."

The 'young man in white' clenched her small fists upon hearing this.

Su Fei stood up and walked towards the horse trough, untying the reins.

The Thousand Mile Steed seemed startled by the smell of blood and was uneasily pawing the ground.

Su Fei gently stroked its back and said in a low voice.

"You've eaten your fill. Let's be on our way."

He mounted the horse and rode away without looking back. The sound of hooves gradually faded, disappearing at the end of the official road.

Inside the tea stall, the young man in white stared at the corpses littering the ground, then looked in the direction Su Fei had left. Suddenly, he said to the waiter.

"Quick, pack our things. We need to leave here immediately and continue our journey."

"Qingzhou is truly too terrifying."

"Not only does the Shadow Kill Tower send assassins out in broad daylight, but the assassin is also a Martial Artist in the Grandmaster Realm at such a young age. I wonder which sect's prodigy he is."

"Miss, didn't you say you were also a prodigy?"

"Don't say that, Xiao Tao. Compared to him, I'm not even worth a fart."

By nightfall, Su Fei rode his horse to a small town.

Su Fei chose to enter the town to find a place to rest.

The town was brightly lit, larger than a typical village. Stalls lined both sides of the street, as a market was being held.

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Su Fei rode his horse down the street.

An old man making clay figurines was using a bamboo knife to shape the clay. An old woman selling tea eggs lifted the steamer basket, and white mist mixed with aroma drifted onto the street.

A scholar in a long gown propped up an easel, painting a portrait of a child; a fortune-telling Taoist shook a divination cylinder, his whisk resting on his arm.

There was also a bearded man carrying a sugar-coated hawthorn stand, the bright red fruits glistening under the lanterns.

In the center of the street, a monk in a kasaya leaned on his staff, cupping his hands to a flatbread vendor to beg for food.

Two men pushing a cart shouted for people to make way. The cart was piled with rough cloth sacks, appearing to be merchants packing up.

It was a scene of leisurely contentment.

Su Fei slowed his pace. Just as he reached the middle of the market, something unexpected happened!

"Kill!"

A low shout served as the signal, and the people who had been minding their own business moments before instantly changed their expressions.

The old man shaping clay threw his clay knife, the bamboo blade spinning in the air and transforming into a sharp, short blade.

The old woman selling tea eggs overturned her steamer, splashing boiling water towards Su Fei, while a three-inch dagger appeared in her hand.

The scholar behind the easel tore off his long robe, revealing the soft sword hidden within, its brush tip transforming into a sword tip and lunging forward.

The fortune teller's whisk suddenly unfurled, its silk-like silver threads, wrapped around several poisonous needles, shooting out.

The man selling candied hawthorns swung his stand, the wooden pole cracking open to reveal embedded iron spears.

The monk collecting alms suddenly swung his staff, the bowl-thick shaft whistling through the air as it smashed towards Su Fei's head.

The two men pushing carts even overturned their carts, the sacks rolling off to reveal long spears and lances within. One held a spear, the other a lance, attacking from both sides.

In mere moments, over ten people surged from all directions, their weapons varied but their attacks vicious. They had turned the entire street into a killing ground.

Su Fei's expression was calm.

More assassins from the Shadow Kill Tower? You people are relentless.

He dismounted, his figure leaping into the air like a fleeting light and shadow.

Under the moonlight, Su Fei stood proudly in the void.

"You court death."

He drew his saber with his right hand.

Clang! The sound of the saber leaving its sheath.

God of Slaughter's Blade Slash!

This strike was completely different from the one in the tea shop during the day. Majestic killing intent combined with Su Fei's True Qi condensed into a pitch-black dragon, its gaping maw seeming capable of swallowing heaven and earth.

The saber energy dragon roared and soared into the sky, carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air, sweeping towards the assassins from all directions.

The old man shaping clay, who had just charged forward, was struck by the dragon's claw. His short blade, along with his arm, turned into a mist of blood. The entire person was swept away by the dragon's tail, crashing into a stone wall and becoming a smear of pulp.

The boiling water splashed by the old woman selling tea eggs hadn't even hit the ground before it was crushed by the dragon's head, instantly silencing her.

The scholar's soft sword was scraped by the dragon's body, shattering inch by inch. The man himself was like a falling leaf caught in a gale, crashing into the wall behind him, the sound of shattering bones mixed with the crisp crackle of collapsing wooden planks.

The fortune teller's poisonous needles were all sent flying back by the saber energy dragon, impaling his own face like a hedgehog. The silver threads of his whisk were ground into powder by the saber energy.

The man selling candied hawthorns, along with his spear, was caught by the saber energy dragon. His screams abruptly ceased, leaving only a few strings of candied hawthorns rolling into the dust, covered in mud.

The spear and lance held by the two men pushing carts were shaken loose the moment they touched the dragon's body. Their pupils bulged as they were grabbed by the dragon's claws and slammed violently onto the ground, splattering blood all over the street.

Only the monk possessed slightly greater strength and reacted extremely quickly. He blocked with his staff held horizontally in front of him, his True Qi erupting to form a faint golden protective shield.

The saber energy dragon collided with the shield, emitting a deafening roar. The shield dimmed at a visible rate.

The monk grunted, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Most of the copper rings on his staff shattered, and he was forced to retreat repeatedly, shaken by the impact.

He crashed through the market stall behind him, a large portion of his chest caved in, his ribs clearly broken.

The saber energy dragon gradually dissipated. The street was in disarray, stalls overturned, blood splattered everywhere. Of the more than ten assassins, only the monk remained alive.