Taking Over the Wuxian Mountain Range

Six people had come on this trip from the Moon Embracing Sect. Four of them were already dead.

Only Zhou Wu and another female cultivator, about the same age as Nie Yu, were still alive.

Zhou Wu walked slowly toward the female cultivator, one step at a time.

"Senior Brother Zhou..."

The female cultivator's voice broke into sobs.

She was the very Moon Embracing Sect disciple who had mocked Chen Yan's accent at the beginning.

"Senior Brother Zhou, please don't kill me. I'm begging you. I'll do anything you ask. I don't want to die..."

The girl wept like a pear blossom in the rain, looking utterly pitiful.

But Zhou Wu's resolve to silence her was not shaken in the slightest. Everyone here who had witnessed him kill Nie Yu had to die.

The tip of the long sword in his hand pointed downward, scraping across the ground with a grating sound.

"Senior Brother Zhou, don't kill me! Did I do something wrong? Please don't kill me..."

The girl kept pleading for her life.

Zhou Wu still said nothing. He simply raised his sword, twisted his wrist, and slashed toward the female cultivator before him.

Then he suddenly felt the weight in his hand grow light.

Startled, Zhou Wu lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand—

There was no sword.

All that remained was the hilt clutched in his hand.

Zhou Wu froze for a moment, his thoughts seeming to short-circuit. Then, as if he had suddenly remembered something, he turned to look to the side.

The mountain savage dressed in coarse cloth stood quietly in the corner, his face utterly expressionless.

In his hand, he held a piece of the sword blade.

Had it happened at the very instant Zhou Wu swung his sword?

How