Killing Intent!

"What? Patriarch Sun, are you mistaken? How could my disciple, a mere third-rate martial artist who just entered the Warrior Realm, possibly kill your family's Xiantian expert?"

Zheng Hetong, who had come out behind Zhao Ping'an, exclaimed in disbelief.

This was utter nonsense, as absurd as a salaried worker earning three thousand a month suddenly acquiring a listed company.

"Mistaken? Are you saying my ears are deaf or my eyes are blind? Bring him up!"

Sun Heyu stared grimly at Zhao Ping'an and Zheng Hetong and shouted, gesturing behind him.

A path immediately parted in the crowd behind him, and a single-person palanquin carried by two people was brought forward. Seated in it was the Sun Family Second Young Master, Sun Shize, his legs bandaged.

"Father! It's him, it's him who killed Old Liu and severed my leg tendons! His strength is immense; Old Liu couldn't withstand even one blow!"

The moment he appeared, Sun Shize glared at Zhao Ping'an with a ferocious expression and roared madly.

Although his severed leg tendons had been reattached by the best physician in Nanling City immediately, they were reattached. His martial arts would never advance, and he couldn't engage in strenuous exercise. His life was essentially ruined.

As for inheriting the Sun family's business, he had no hope whatsoever. Therefore, hatred filled his heart, a hatred as vast as the sea.

"Heh heh! Do you know why I didn't kill you and only severed your leg tendons?"

Zhao Ping'an lightly jumped down from the carriage and asked with a faint smile at the hysterical Sun Shize.

"Why?"

The seemingly crazed Sun Shize visibly paused and reflexively asked.

"Because, if you don't cut the grass at the roots, it will grow back with the spring breeze! And you will surely bring your Sun Family members to me again..."

Zhao Ping'an's figure instantly executed the Human Grade Perfection movement technique—Golden Eagle Soaring Technique. Like a golden eagle, he crossed dozens of meters in an instant, appearing before Sun Shize and grabbing his neck.

"Grandmaster!!!"

"How is this possible!!!"

"It's over..."

As Zhao Ping'an displayed his movement technique, he inevitably used his True Qi. That power, so different from Xiantian True Qi, instantly caused the expressions of several Xiantian Martial Masters present to change drastically.

The most unsightly expressions belonged undoubtedly to Sun Heyu and his son, Sun Shize. Sun Heyu was terrified, while Sun Shize was being choked by Zhao Ping'an.

"Crack..."

A crisp bone-cracking sound echoed in everyone's ears.

"Shize!!!"

Sun Heyu roared like he had lost his son, his face turning a shade of liver-red.

(Uh... his son is really dead, his biological son.)

Zhao Ping'an didn't have time to listen to his wailing. His qi spread throughout his body, and he charged into the Sun Family crowd like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

He prioritized attacking the leading Innate Martial Masters. Except for Sun Heyu, who had the highest cultivation and had his limbs twisted and thrown to the ground, the remaining four Innate Martial Masters had their necks snapped by his bare hands.

Under the terrifying speed of the Golden Eagle Soaring Technique, no one could keep up with Zhao Ping'an's movements.

He weaved through the Sun Family crowd like a phantom. The ear-piercing "crack" sounds made all the guards look terrified.

A total of one hundred and three people, five Innate Martial Masters, twenty-five Houtian Martial Artists, and the rest were ordinary Warriors. In less than a minute, they all lay on the ground, not a single one letting out a scream.

(Sun Family members: Scream about what? You broke our necks, how can we scream!)

Oh, wait! There was one. Sun Heyu, the Sun Family Head, was still groaning on the ground.

Zhao Ping'an crushed their necks because he didn't want to make the scene too bloody. Also, dying with a snapped neck looked more comfortable. He hadn't adapted to this ancient society where a man's rage could spill blood five steps away.

"Something big has happened..."

In front of the carriage, Zheng Hetong was so shocked he was numb, muttering to himself.

Zhao Xiuyun, who had also poked her head out of concern, looked at everything that had happened in an instant with a shocked expression.

Was this the junior disciple who only managed to reach the Warrior Realm after four or five years of martial arts training?

Was this the junior disciple she had always worried about his future?

Was this the junior disciple who was obedient in front of her and foolish in front of his Senior Brothers and Sisters?

Look at what he had done in just one minute. The people lying on the ground were enough to wipe out their Blazing Blade Sect or her Zhao Family.

But now, they lay scattered on the cold ground, motionless.

At this moment, many civilians who hadn't gone home were watching curiously from a distance, but no one dared to step forward to investigate.

Zhao Ping'an reappeared in front of the carriage with a swift movement. In his hand, he held Sun Heyu, whose limbs were broken.

"Master, you know where the Sun Family is, right?"

"I know. Huh? What do you want to do?"

Zheng Hetong mechanically nodded in response, still in shock, then reacted and asked with a complicated expression.

"You should know what I want to do. You, take Mistress back to the Zhao Residence."

Zhao Ping'an said calmly, then instructed the Blazing Blade Sect inner disciple holding a saber and standing guard by the carriage.

"Elder?!! This..."

"Go!"

"Yes, Elder!"

"Giddy up!!!"

With Zheng Hetong's permission, he immediately jumped into the carriage, slapped the horse's backside with a blade, and shouted loudly, speeding away.

As if something were chasing him.

"Be careful!!!"

Zhao Xiuyun poked her head out of the carriage window, shouting loudly.

Having lived in the Blazing Blade Sect for over ten years, she, with her exceptional intelligence, instantly guessed what her husband and junior disciple intended to do, but she had no reason to stop them.

Whether for herself, her family, or her disciples, the Sun family could no longer exist. This was the martial world.

Zhao Ping'an did not reply, merely waved goodbye to his Mistress, indicating he understood.

"Sun Family Head, your words, I fear even you don't believe them, do you? If you had the strength, you would have skinned us alive, ground our bones to dust, and scattered our ashes. So, do not blame us for being ruthless!"

Zheng Hetong had been in the martial world for decades, what kind of people hadn't he seen? What kind of things hadn't he experienced? His heart was already as hard as iron, unmoved.

He quickly acted, dislocating Sun Heyu's jaw and pressing a few points on his body. Besides not wanting to hear him babble anymore, it was also to prevent him from committing suicide.