Terror

"Clang!"

Behind Li ChunJun, the sword in Zhang Li's hand fell to the ground, making a soft sound.

The instinct for survival made him, like almost everyone who had their throat pierced, want to use both hands to desperately cover the hole in his throat, as if this would stop the blood from gushing out of the severed artery.

This terrifying scene, falling into the eyes of that "Fourth Disciple," caused an uncontrollable horror to surge in his heart.

If it was said that he was acting earlier when he fell to the ground after being shot, feigning a look of horror as if he had lost the power to resist, and even not crawling away was just to better attract Li ChunJun's attention, providing First Disciple Zhang Li with an opportunity to deliver the final killing blow.

Then at this moment, the fear in his eyes was no longer even half false.

That "fear" was like a flood, surging and overflowing from his face.

"No! No! Don't!"

He cried out in terror, his body involuntarily squirming, retreating backward, at this moment even forgetting that his legs were not injured and he could still get up and run.

Li ChunJun stepped forward without hesitation and finished him off with a sword.

Avoiding the pain caused by his strenuous activity despite being shot.

After ensuring that he lay down "quietly," Li ChunJun, smelling the blood, continued towards the inner hall.

Whether he killed Zhang Li or this "Fourth Disciple," the whole process took only a few seconds.

That "Second Disciple" had not run far, but had summoned several Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters from the courtyard again.

However, compared to their few Inner Strength Martial Arts practitioners, these Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters were at most at the level of external training of tendons and bones.

Some people's Martial Arts realm was not even as good as Li ChunJun, a newcomer who had been practicing Martial Arts for a week.

The tearing sound of a sharp sword entering the body.

The frightened and panicked cries.

The screams before death.

The sound of fleeing with a collapsed mind...

Every sound entered the ears, and soon resounded throughout the Sword Tasting Hall.

Various sounds continued for a few minutes, and the Sword Tasting Hall, which was still lively not long ago, quickly became quiet.

"Killed a Level 6 creature, experience +59!"
"Killed a Level 5 creature, experience +23!"
"Killed a Level 5 creature, experience +22!"
"Killed a Level 3 creature, experience +2!"
"Killed a Level 2 creature, experience +1!"

[Life Level: 9 (149/900)]

Li ChunJun turned around and came out from the inner courtyard of the Sword Tasting Hall.

In a few minutes, he didn't have time to take a shower, but he changed his clothes.

That set of clothes was covered in blood, and going out on the street would easily scare people.

Besides changing his clothes, the sword in his hand was also changed.

Even though the original sharp sword was worth millions, after repeated battles, it was no longer as sharp and cold as before.

When he entered the inner courtyard, he happened to see a sharp sword enshrined on a weapon rack, with a quality even better than the treasure sword in his hand, so he simply took it away as "prop damage fee."

However, he killed people, sought revenge, and sought the simple justice in his heart, but he was not a bandit.

He did not engage in looting or arson.

Taking the sword, as well as some banknotes that could be used as paper towels to wipe the blood stains on his body, he walked out of the Sword Tasting Hall empty-handed.

And...

Closed the door.

Locked it from the outside.

Outside the Sword Tasting Hall, several people had died, which had already attracted some onlookers.

But more pedestrians, after seeing these corpses, hurried away.

It's better to have less trouble than more.

It's not even certain that anyone would call the police.

If they called the police, how troublesome would it be for the people from the Garrison Department to drag them to make a statement?

If they were not careful, they would be blackmailed by the deceased's family, or even the Garrison Department.

So, these people...

Died and that was it.

Li ChunJun came to the road not far from the entrance of the Sword Tasting Hall as if no one else was there.

He glanced at the several luxury cars parked at the entrance.

He didn't have a driver's license and couldn't drive.

Otherwise, driving would be easier.

And going to the Jin Family would be more efficient.

However...

Now it was the tail end of the morning rush hour, and it would be annoying if there was a traffic jam.

Just as he saw a taxi motorcycle passing by, Li ChunJun waved his hand.

The motorcycle stopped, and after agreeing on the price, the motorcycle quickly headed towards Hengguang Garden.

This motorcycle driver was quite talkative.

He curiously asked, "It looked like there were some people gathered back there, what happened?"

"Someone died."

Li ChunJun answered truthfully.

"Someone died?"

The driver was a little surprised, but quickly adopted a knowledgeable tone, saying, "The Sword Tasting Hall has grown so much in recent years that no one dares to provoke them. A dozen years ago, it was said that someone would die every now and then."

"Guangzhou City's number one Martial Arts force, it couldn't have been voted for, it must have been fought for."

Li ChunJun said.

"Isn't that right? The Sword Tasting Hall may seem like just a Martial Arts force, but its business scope is very wide. They get involved in any industry related to construction, demolition, and real estate."

As the motorcycle driver spoke, he thought of something, "Half a year ago, the Chen Family Village ancestral hall was demolished, and a company called Runhe Real Estate was responsible. Several old people were lying in the ancestral hall, and what happened? The people were directly gone, disappeared, neither alive nor dead. The person in charge of this company is a disciple of the Sword Tasting Hall."

Li ChunJun gave an "Mm" and didn't say anything about why they didn't call the police.

"A few years ago, a foreign businessman came to Guangzhou City to invest in an industrial park, but just because the Sword Tasting Hall took a fancy to that piece of land, they directly joined forces with the Garrison Department, the Public Security Department, and the local authorities to enforce the law, dispatching hundreds of people to uproot the industrial park. Now? The industrial park has directly become a private manor, tsk tsk..."

The motorcycle driver was obviously a local, and he knew a lot about this kind of thing.

Li ChunJun listened quietly.

A month ago, he was staying on campus.

The issues he usually paid attention to were who had good grades, who got first place, and what awards they won.

At most, he would add some gossip about which female classmate was pretty, whether his favorite celebrity had new works, and whether the game he liked to play had been updated.

The adult world seemed very far away from him.

Now...

He was an adult.

"The driver has said so many bad things about the Sword Tasting Hall, aren't you afraid that I am also a member of the Sword Tasting Hall?"

Li ChunJun asked.

"Hahaha."

These words made the motorcycle driver laugh, "The Sword Tasting Hall has developed to this day, not to mention the key personnel inside, even the members, which one is not a prominent figure in Guangzhou City, and they all have their own cars, how could they come to ride my motorcycle?"

"Maybe someone wants to experience the feeling of riding a motorcycle."

Li ChunJun said.

"How is that possible? Those powerful people are trying to establish a class system, excluding us at the bottom of society. The food they eat, the water they drink, are not the same as ours. If they want to take a ride, they won't come to ride our motorcycles, right?"

The motorcycle driver joked with a smile.

Li ChunJun listened and nodded.

The Sword Tasting Hall wasn't far from the Jin Family, only three or four kilometers.

As they approached Hengguang Garden, there was a noticeable traffic jam.

The motorcycle driver seemed to know all about it: "It's said that a family member of some big shot in this villa area passed away. Today is the funeral procession. There are too many guests coming. They say they'll even close the road when the official procession starts..."

Li ChunJun understood this perfectly: "It's Jin Guangming's wife and son from the Jin Family who died."

"Ah? This... how did they die?"

The motorcycle driver was a little surprised.

"They were killed."

As Li ChunJun spoke, he looked at the vehicles filling the road and the entrance to Hengguang Garden, which was less than two hundred meters away: "Just drop me off here."

"Alright."

Immediately, Li ChunJun got off the bike, paid the fare, and walked towards Hengguang Garden.

Repetitive small amounts of experience will not be listed one by one.