Three Slashes Kill Dozens!

Chapter Two: Three Blades Kill Dozens!

After Wang Ritain obtained the Seven Demonic Blades, he felt countless complex and profound pieces of information flood his mind instantly. He closed his eyes to savor it, learning that the Seven Demonic Blades originated from the Tomb World and were rumored to have been created by a peerless demonic figure. It was said that this peerless demonic figure used this set of blade techniques to slash seven times, ultimately ascending to become an immortal, demonstrating its astonishing power.

This blade technique required the consumption of life force as a price to execute. Once the seven blades were unleashed, one's life force would be depleted. However, if the practitioner survived the execution, they would regain their vitality at the brink of death and their cultivation would advance to a higher level. Because its effects were so heaven-defying, it earned its name. Wang Ritain immersed himself in it, and the methods for cultivating the technique and the visualization of its practice continuously appeared in his mind. Each move, each stance, was branded into his heart. In a short while, he had completely mastered this peculiar blade technique. Although his body was still heavily injured, a tyrannical power was now hidden within him, seemingly ready to erupt at any moment.

Wang Ritain slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as he looked in the direction of the Xuanyuan Family. He knew that with the power of these seven blades, he now had the perfect opportunity to change his fate and gain renown. In this jianghu where martial prowess reigned supreme, the fastest way to gain renown was to kill his way to fame. And the decadent Xuanyuan Family had become the stepping stone in his eyes. "Tonight is your death anniversary," Wang Ritain murmured in a cold, resolute tone.

The night curtain, like a heavy black cloth, slowly enveloped the Xuanyuan Family. Inside the family compound, the lights were bright, and disciples gathered, enthusiastically discussing the major events in the jianghu. Retainers, in small groups, exchanged information about the tasks assigned by the family.

"I heard the Dragon Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master has been in seclusion again recently. I wonder what astonishing techniques he'll reveal when he emerges," one disciple said excitedly.

"Hmph, so what if it's Dragon Tiger Mountain? Our Xuanyuan Family is also a prominent existence in North Liang," another replied with pride.

At this moment, a retainer lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Have you heard? The ancestor, Xuanyuan Dapan, seems to show signs of a breakthrough recently. If he succeeds, our family's status in the jianghu might rise another level."

As they were talking, Wang Ritain's figure slowly appeared in the courtyard. His clothes were ragged, his body covered in bloodstains, looking extremely disheveled. "Where is Xuanyuan Dapan?" Wang Ritain asked, his voice not loud but carrying a chilling coldness that made one's blood run cold.

Everyone instantly fell silent, turning to look at Wang Ritain with expressions of shock and disdain. "You trash, how dare you call the ancestor's name directly!" a Xuanyuan Family disciple said angrily, shouting.

"Exactly, don't you even look at who you are? Making a spectacle of yourself here," another disciple chimed in mockingly.

The retainers also showed contempt, feeling that Wang Ritain's appearance was a disgrace to the family. However, Wang Ritain acted as if he hadn't heard them. He scanned the crowd and walked directly towards a disciple who looked relatively kind, asking, "Where is Yuan Tingshan?"

The disciple was stunned at first, then showed a look of disdain, curling his lips. "You're looking for Master Yuan? You think you're worthy?" Wang Ritain frowned slightly and continued to press, "Where is he?" As he spoke, he approached the disciple step by step. As Wang Ritain drew closer, the disciple inexplicably felt a chill, as if the usually cowardly Wang Ritain before him had transformed into a fearsome great demon. His heart pounded uncontrollably, each beat like a drum against his chest. When Wang Ritain reached him, he finally came to his senses and retorted angrily, "What do you want?"

Just then, the sound of footsteps approached, and several of Yuan Tingshan's retainers hurried over. Upon hearing that Wang Ritain was looking for Yuan Tingshan, they immediately showed anger. "You trash, dare to look for Master Yuan?" the leading retainer snorted, his true qi surging around him, attempting to intimidate Wang Ritain. However, Wang Ritain stood his ground, his expression calm, as if facing not a group of experts, but a swarm of ants.

In the eyes of the retainers, Wang Ritain was merely a trash at the early stage of Houtian cultivation. Faced with their intimidation, he should have been terrified and begged for mercy. But now, Wang Ritain was so defiant, which they found incredible and only fueled their anger. "Kid, if you crawl between my legs, I'll tell you where Master Yuan is," one retainer said fiercely. As soon as he said this, everyone burst into laughter. The Xuanyuan Family disciples also showed expressions of amusement, waiting to see Wang Ritain make a fool of himself.

Wang Ritain's eyes instantly turned ice-cold, and killing intent surged within him. "Very well, you have successfully angered me." As soon as the words left his mouth, a terrifying blade intent erupted, like solidified black flames, encircling Wang Ritain. A long saber appeared in his hand at some unknown time, its blade emitting a cold, eerie glow. Wang Ritain swung the saber, its edge slicing through the air with a grating sound.

"First blade!" Wang Ritain roared. The saber light flashed, splitting towards the retainer who had insulted him like a black lightning bolt. The retainer's face changed drastically; he wanted to dodge but found his body as if frozen, unable to move. "Pfft!" The saber light flashed, and blood splattered. A wound deep enough to see bone appeared on the retainer's chest. He stared with wide eyes, disbelief etched on his face, and slowly fell to the ground.

Before everyone could recover from their shock, Wang Ritain struck again. "Second blade!" This strike was even more rapid than the previous one, the blade intent containing even more killing intent. Where the saber light passed, true qi shattered like bubbles, and several more retainers were cut down. For a time, screams echoed, and a mist of blood filled the air.

"Third blade!" Wang Ritain's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, chilling to the bone. He spun around, his saber drawing an arc as it slashed towards the surrounding retainers and disciples. This strike was astonishingly powerful. Wherever it went, whether it was a true qi shield or a defensive artifact, it was torn apart as easily as paper.

After three blades, the scene fell into dead silence. The retainer who had provoked him first clutched his chest, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness, and he fell straight down, dying on the spot. Behind him lay dozens of corpses, blood forming a small stream that flowed slowly. Everyone stood frozen, staring at the scene in disbelief. The fear of death loomed over everyone like dark clouds. They found it hard to believe that the person before them, who struck ruthlessly and without mercy, was the once incredibly cowardly Wang Ritain, who had been bullied by everyone.

A gentle breeze blew, stirring the fallen leaves and blood on the ground. The entire courtyard of the Xuanyuan Family was filled with a thick smell of blood. Wang Ritain stood in the pool of blood, holding his saber, his clothes ragged, yet he looked like a demon god descending. His gaze slowly swept over everyone, and his voice was icy cold, "Who else wants to test my blade?" Everyone was struck dumb, no one daring to speak. At this moment, Wang Ritain was no longer the pushover they used to see, but a terrifying god that commanded awe.