Come on, kill me!

Since setting out from the city, Li Xian felt increasingly uneasy.

The main reason was that things had gone too smoothly. Finding the bandits' hideout had been surprisingly quick.

The guide's familiarity with the route was as if they were returning to their own home.

Li Xian keenly sensed that there must be a traitor within the escort agency.

And this traitor was highly likely to be Uncle Qin.

"It really was you, Uncle Qin. Why would you do this? Why betray the escort agency? Those who died were once your brothers." Li Xian said with a heartbroken expression.

After a brief moment of shock, Uncle Qin quickly regained his composure and said coldly.

"Hmph. Back then, this escort agency's reputation was built by Li Lantian and me. Now, the agency bears the Li surname. Do you understand why?"

"So that's why." Li Xian understood.

In the end, it all came down to profit.

"You could detect my plan, Second Young Master. It seems you're not the good-for-nothing you appear to be," Uncle Qin said.

Li Xian ignored his words and looked at Chun Xiao, who was unconscious on the ground. "How is Third Sister?"

"She's fine. It's just a bit of sleeping powder. She'll wake up when the effects wear off," Uncle Qin replied.

Li Xian breathed a sigh of relief. "Uncle Qin, thankfully you still have some conscience. If that's the case, I can leave you with an intact corpse later."

"Hahaha..."

Hearing this, the few scoundrels standing behind Uncle Qin burst into laughter.

"With your frail appearance, you dare to say such things?"

"Look at his delicate skin and tender flesh. He's clearly just a rich second-generation brat who knows a few fancy moves. I could kill two with one punch."

"Haha... Looking at his arrogant demeanor, I thought some master had arrived. This is hilarious."

"Come on, come at me!"

One of the yellow-faced men grinned, swung the axe in his hand, and then pointed at his own forehead mockingly.

"Kid, you look pretty capable. Come on, I'll stand here and let you chop! Chop here! Here!"

"Your daddy is standing right here, letting you..."

Chii!!

In an instant, a silver streak of lightning flashed by.

Li Xian's long saber in his hand transformed into a light, agile, and elegant wind, suddenly crossing several meters. It swiftly sliced across the Yellow-faced Man's neck.

A head suddenly flew up.

Blood splattered all over the ground.

The entire courtyard fell silent.

Uncle Qin, gripping his Wild Goose Feather Saber, was dumbfounded.

The few bandits behind him gaped, looking at the rolling head on the ground, then at Li Xian, who stood in place with a smile.

The autumn wind rustled, and a fine layer of dust on the ground was gently stirred up.

For a moment, no one in the courtyard spoke.

The Li Family's Returning Wind Willow Saber emphasized one word: fast!

And Li Xian's Returning Wind Willow Saber Technique had been cultivated to the max level. Even if a Li family ancestor were reborn and stood before him, they might not be able to defeat Li Xian.

The legs of several bandits began to tremble.

Uncle Qin had never expected that the previous strike was unleashed by Li Xian, this second-generation heir who used to only know how to eat, drink, and have fun.

"Good, good, good!"

He suddenly burst into laughter, though the laughter carried a hint of ferocity.

"I didn't expect you were hiding this well..."

A flash of saber light, and another head soared into the sky.

Li Xian's figure passed by a bandit, and another pool of blood sprayed down.

This bandit, who had just been mocking him, also lost his head.

The hideous, grotesque head rolled a few times on the ground, hitting a pile of loess and coming to a stop.

Li Xian flicked his long saber, shaking the bloodstains onto the ground.

"This is killing. Is this the feeling of having power? It's truly, wonderfully amazing."

Li Xian tightened his grip on the long saber, trying hard to suppress the excitement in his heart.

A faint, unusual sensation surged within Li Xian.

Just now, he felt as if this body had truly come alive, as if he were truly breathing the air of this world for the first time.

"So, this is me!"

An indescribable boiling sensation burned within him.

Li Xian truly loved this feeling.

His eyes turned slightly red, and he licked his dry lips. Holding his long saber, he walked step by step towards Uncle Qin.

"Hahahaha..."

Uncle Qin laughed in extreme anger. He clapped his hands and said with a laugh, "I never expected it, truly never expected it. I misjudged you. All these years, it was you, the Second Young Master, who hid the deepest in the Li family. I admit I underestimated you before!"

"You talk too much."

Li Xian raised his Wild Goose Feather Saber and pointed it at the other man.

"Come, let me see if your martial arts are truly accomplished."

"Arrogant!"

Uncle Qin shouted, drawing his saber and slashing.

The sound of air being torn apart returned. Li Xian's saber strike was once again unleashed with extreme speed.

The sound of metal clashing rang out. This saber strike was blocked by Uncle Qin.

"Hehehehe... It's Willow Wind again. I regret to inform you that I know your Li family's saber techniques too!"

Uncle Qin laughed triumphantly.

He was still young, after all. In terms of combat experience, this fellow wasn't even a fraction of his own.

He thought this, and with a surge of strength, he pushed Li Xian's saber aside.

Li Xian's saber spun with the momentum, using the force to rise and slash towards Uncle Qin's neck from bottom to top.

"Rolling Willow Style!"

Uncle Qin's eyelids twitched. He brought his saber across horizontally, blocking Li Xian's saber strike once again, with no room to spare.

Uncle Qin's saber was heavy and powerful, but Li Xian's saber was faster and fiercer. Strike after strike came like a torrential storm.

In less than ten exchanges like this, Uncle Qin, who was over fifty years old, was already struggling to cope and swaying precariously under Li Xian's onslaught.

Li Xian also noticed this. He looked at Uncle Qin's increasingly panicked face, and the smile on his own face gradually turned cruel and ferocious.

Finally.

After the fifteenth exchange between them, Uncle Qin's strength failed him. Li Xian's saber struck his neck.

"You..."

Uncle Qin's eyes widened. His face was filled with disbelief as he looked at Li Xian.

But the outcome was already decided. What could he do?

Less than ten breaths after Uncle Qin fell, Li Xian had dealt with the remaining few bandits.

The retainers he had brought with him didn't even have a chance to help.