"Ji Shu, die!"
Ding Mian and the others were equally enraged. Raising their crossbows, they fired at Ji Shu.
Ji Shu sneered. The inner energy of Swallow Art surged through his feet, and propelled by his internal force, his entire body spun like a spiral through the air, perfectly evading the dozen or so arrows. Rather than advancing, he retreated. With his internal force driving Swallow Art, he was like a great roc spreading its wings, crossing dozens of yards in a flash and charging into the crowd. Then his sword unfolded—the Righteous Qi Sword!
Sword Qi bristled coldly. Beneath its grand and dignified surface lay endless strange and unpredictable changes. The Mount Song disciples could not withstand it at all. Their vision blurred, then—pfft, pfft!
The next instant, the world spun around them! When searing pain struck their minds and they saw one headless body after another, they finally realized in horror that their heads had been cut off!
I'm dead?!
Ding Mian's head crashed heavily onto the ground. Watching Ji Shu charge into the ranks of the Mount Song disciples and slaughter them at will, fury mixed with terror, while excruciating pain shot straight to the top of his skull.
"H-He, how... how could he dare?!"
His eyes bulged wide, and he died with them still open!
"Stop!"
Master Fangzheng and Daoist Master Chongxu were shocked by the sight. Without time to think further, they both stepped in and blocked Ji Shu's path. "Ji Shu, stop! Do not kill any more!"
Ji Shu gripped his sword tightly, his brows drawn together.
Daoist Master Chongxu immediately said:
"If you keep killing, Master Fangzheng and I may have no choice but to act against you!"
Master Fangzheng pressed his palms together.
"Amitabha. Benefactor Ji, your slaughter has gone too far!"