Killing Intent!

"What? Sun Family Head, are you sure you haven't made a mistake? My disciple is merely a third-rate Martial Artist who has just entered the Warrior Realm. How could he possibly have killed your family's Innate Attendant?"

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

This was complete nonsense. It was as absurd as a wage worker earning three thousand a month suddenly acquiring a publicly listed company.

"A mistake? Are you saying I'm deaf or blind? Bring him up!"

Sun Heyu glared at Zhao Ping'an and Zheng Hetong with a dark expression, then called out loudly and waved to the people behind him.

The crowd behind him immediately parted, and a sedan chair for one, carried by two people, was brought forward. Sitting on it was the second young master of the Sun Family, Sun Shize, his legs bandaged.

"Father! It was him! He killed Old Liu and severed my Achilles tendons! He's so strong—even Old Liu couldn't withstand a single slash!"

The moment he appeared, Sun Shize glared at Zhao Ping'an with a savage expression and bellowed frantically.

Though the best physician in Nanling City had been summoned to reconnect the tendons in his feet right away, they were still only reattached tendons. His martial arts would never advance another inch for the rest of his life, and he could no longer engage in strenuous activity. He was ruined.

As for the Sun Family's estate, he had no hope of inheriting it anymore. The hatred in his heart was as vast and unquiet as the sea.

"Heh. Do you know why I didn't kill you, and only severed the tendons in your feet?"

Zhao Ping'an lightly leaped down from the carriage, chuckled, and asked the hysterical Sun Shize.

"Why?"

Sun Shize, who had looked on the verge of madness, clearly froze for a moment before asking reflexively.

"Because if you don't pull up the roots, the grass will grow again when the spring breeze blows! And you were sure to bring your Sun Family members before me again..."

Zhao Ping'an immediately unleashed his Human Grade Perfection Lightness Skill—the Golden Eagle Soaring Technique. Like a golden eagle, he swept across dozens of meters in an instant, appeared before Sun Shize, and clamped a hand around his neck.

"Grandmaster!!!"

"How is this possible!!!"

"We're finished..."

As Zhao Ping'an unleashed his Lightness Skill, he inevitably used Qi. The power, utterly different from Xiantian True Qi, instantly made the few Innate Martial Masters present turn deathly pale.

Without a doubt, Sun Heyu and Sun Shize had the worst expressions. Sun Heyu was terrified; Sun Shize was being strangled by Zhao Ping'an.

"Crack..."

A crisp sound of breaking bone reached everyone's ears.

"Shize!!!"

Sun Heyu roared as if his son had died, his face turning the color of pig liver.

(Er... his son really had died. His own son, at that.)

Zhao Ping'an had no time to listen to him wail. Qi coursed through his entire body as he charged into the Sun Family's crowd like a tiger among sheep.

His first targets were the few Innate Martial Masters leading the group. He twisted the limbs of Sun Heyu, whose cultivation was the highest, and tossed him to the ground. The remaining four Innate Martial Masters had their necks crushed with his bare hands.

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

He darted through the crowd the Sun Family had brought, his figure like a phantom. The piercing series of "cracks" filled the guards' faces with terror.

There were a hundred and three people in all: five Innate Martial Masters, twenty-five Houtian Martial Artists, and the rest ordinary Martial Warriors. In less than a minute, they were all sprawled across the ground, and not one of them let out a scream.

(Sun Family members: Scream my ass! You've snapped all our necks. How the hell are we supposed to scream?!)

Oh, no, wait! There was one. Sun Heyu, the Sun Family Head, was lying on the ground, groaning.

Zhao Ping'an had crushed their necks because he didn't want the scene to get too bloody. Besides, dying with a crushed neck looked more comfortable. He still hadn't gotten used to this ancient society, where a common man's anger could make blood spatter five paces.

"Something terrible has happened..."

In front of the carriage, Zheng Hetong was so shocked he had gone numb, murmuring to himself over and over.

Zhao Xiuyun, who had also poked her head out because she was worried, stared in shock at everything that had happened before her in the blink of an eye.

Was this the little disciple who had spent four or five years practicing martial arts just to barely reach the Warrior Realm?

Was this the little disciple whose future prospects she had always worried about?

Was this the little disciple who was obedient in front of her and foolish in front of his senior brothers and sisters?

Just look at what he had done in this short minute. The people sprawled across the ground were more than enough to wipe out every last member of the Blazing Blade Sect or her Zhao Family.

And now? They lay scattered across the cold ground, motionless.

At that moment, quite a few commoners who had yet to return home were watching what was happening from a distance, curious, but no one dared approach to take a look.

Zhao Ping'an's figure bounded back to the carriage like a startled hare. In his hand, he carried Sun Heyu, whose limbs had been broken.

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

"I do. Wait—what are you planning to do?"

Still in shock, Zheng Hetong mechanically nodded in reply, then realized what Zhao Ping'an meant and asked with a complicated look in his eyes.

"You should know what I'm planning to do. You, take my Mistress back to the Zhao Residence."

Zhao Ping'an spoke in a calm, low voice. Then he gave an order to the Blazing Blade Sect inner disciple who was standing guard nearby with a saber and driving the carriage.

"Elder?!! But..."

"Go!"

"Yes, Elder!"

"Hyah!!!"

With Zheng Hetong's permission, the disciple immediately jumped onto the carriage, smacked the horse's rump with the flat of his saber, and shouted. The carriage sped away at once.

He looked as if something were chasing him from behind.

"Be careful!!!"

Zhao Xiuyun leaned out through the carriage window and called out loudly.

Having lived at the Blazing Blade Sect for more than a decade, she was exceptionally clever and immediately guessed what her husband and little disciple intended to do. But she had no reason to stop them.

Whether for herself, her family, or the disciples, the Sun Family could no longer be allowed to exist. That was the way of the jianghu.

Zhao Ping'an didn't reply. He only waved to his Mistress as well, letting her know he understood.

"Zhao Ping'an! Young Hero Zhao, please, spare my Sun Family! I, Sun Heyu, swear upon the ancestors of the Sun Family that from this day onward, I'll never seek revenge against you! I'll also offer up eighty percent of the Sun Family's wealth! Please, spare my Sun Family!"

Watching the carriage recede into the distance, Sun Heyu, held in Zhao Ping'an's hand, endured the agony in his body and begged loudly again and again.

"Sun Family Head, I'm afraid you don't even believe your own words. If you had the strength to do so, you'd love nothing more than to skin us alive, rip out our tendons, and grind our bones to dust. So don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Zheng Hetong had spent decades weathering the jianghu. What sort of people hadn't he met? What sort of things hadn't he experienced? His heart had long since turned to iron; nothing could sway him.

He swiftly dislocated Sun Heyu's jaw and tapped him several times. Besides not wanting to hear him keep spouting nonsense, he also wanted to stop him from killing himself.