Little Blade King! Eighth! Fame Shakes Jianghu

Zhang Chu paid no heed to the sounds around him.

He lifted his wine cup, took a light sip, and looked through the window at the rain outside.

"Daoist Priest, can you stand this?" Ma Wuji asked.

He had heard the whispers around them. Those people clearly intended to intercept and kill him here.

"No rush." Zhang Chu set down his cup, his tone calm. "They are not worthy of making me act."

Zhang Chu had not deliberately lowered his voice.

Everyone nearby gasped sharply when they heard him.

Was this Little True Martial not a little too arrogant?

Those were two Lesser Grandmasters of Dark Strength, men who had long made names for themselves in the Jianghu. Yet he looked down on them so utterly?

Just then, through the wind and rain in the distance, a figure slowly approached. It was a youth clad in a rain cape and wearing a bamboo hat, a treasured saber in his hand with its gleam held tightly within.

At the same time, the two leaders of the Twin Dragon Society in the corner suddenly set down their wine cups together.

The bowls struck the wooden table with a crisp sound, and the entire inn fell silent in an instant.

All eyes focused on Chang Zuo and Chang You. The two rose to their feet and walked toward Zhang Chu.

River-Crossing Dragon Chang You was a sinister-looking middle-aged man. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice hoarse. "Zhang Chu, do you know Chang Qingqing?"

Without even raising his head, Zhang Chu continued leisurely picking at his food. After taking a sip of wine, he said, "I do not."

"You!" Chang You flew into a rage, but his elder brother Chang Zuo stopped him.

Mountain-Crossing Dragon Chang Zuo looked far steadier than his younger brother. In a deep voice, he said, "Daoist Priest Zhang, my niece Chang Qingqing was worshipping at Jinguang Temple. Yesterday, Jinguang Temple suffered a calamity, and she too tragically died. How do you explain this?"

Zhang Chu finally looked up, his gaze calm as he faced the two men. "Jinguang Temple was a stronghold of the Demonic Cult's Refining Corpse Sect. The dozens inside were all remnants of the Demonic Cult. I killed them to rid the Jianghu of evil. As for your daughter..."

He paused, his tone still even. "She committed evil deeds. Since she died, she died. What is there to explain?"

"Bullshit!" Chang You could endure it no longer and roared, "My daughter was a golden branch and jade leaf. How could she possibly commit evil deeds against those mud-legged people outside? Zhang Chu, you slaughtered innocents without restraint. Today, my brother and I will uphold justice for Heaven!"

Before his words had faded, Chang You had already drawn his saber!

It was a broad-backed short saber, its blade gleaming with a dark blue luster. The saber flashed and hacked straight at Zhang Chu's face!

The strike was swift as lightning, its saber wind razor-sharp.

It revealed Chang You's profound mastery, forged through decades steeped in saber arts. Everyone in the inn changed expression. How terrifying was the full-force blow of a Dark Strength Realm expert?

Yet Zhang Chu did not even lift an eyelid.

He still held his wine cup in his left hand, while his right index finger gave a light flick.

Clang!

A crisp metallic collision rang through the inn.

Chang You only felt his tiger's mouth shudder violently. A vast force surged through the saber, sending him flying backward.

He spat out a mouthful of blood at once!

"What?!" Chang You's face drained of color in horror.

Though he had not used his full strength in that strike, it had still carried seventy percent of his power—enough to sweep aside an ordinary Dark Strength Realm martial artist.

Yet Zhang Chu had merely flicked a finger and effortlessly dissolved the attack. He was unfathomable!

Chang Zuo's heart sank at the sight. But since they had already torn off all pretenses today, there was no escape route left.

"Second Brother, attack together!" Chang Zuo shouted low as he drew the long saber at his waist as well.

The Twin Dragon Society had earned its name because the Chang brothers possessed a combined saber technique. When the two joined hands, its power multiplied. Now, one stood to the left and the other to the right, their saber lights weaving into a net that enveloped every vital point around Zhang Chu.

Saber winds howled, Gang Qi spilling in every direction!

The tables and chairs in the inn were struck by the saber Qi and shattered one after another. The watching Jianghu travelers hurriedly retreated.

Ma Wuji also rose and stepped aside.

This was a battle of a level she could not interfere with.

Facing the Chang brothers' combined assault, Zhang Chu kept smiling. Then he set down his wine cup.

"I already said you are not worthy of making me act. Why did you think I was joking?"

"But since the big fish has already come out, you are no longer of any use. I'll send you on to reincarnation!"

Before his words had finished, Zhang Chu moved.

He swept out an arm, and his green robes stirred without wind.

There was no dazzling technique, no earthshaking display—only an utterly ordinary wave of his hand.

As though he intended to use his flesh and blood to catch the Gang Qi saber lights unleashed by two Lesser Grandmasters together.

"Has he gone mad?!" someone cried out.

Using his bare body to take a blade head-on, and the combined strike of two Dark Strength experts at that—this was simply courting death!

Yet in the next moment—

Everyone's eyes widened.

Rumble!!...

An incomparably heavy sound exploded!

The Chang twin dragons, who had been about to strike, suddenly froze in midair. The next second, their bodies exploded into pieces on the spot, blending into the rain that filled the sky!

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In that instant just now, Chang Zuo and Chang You had only felt a monstrous force descend upon them, like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers surging without end as it poured into their bodies.

They felt as if the air around them had frozen solid. Their saber lights sank into a mud pit, unable to advance even an inch.

Even more terrifyingly, an irresistible icy flame erupted within them, like mountains collapsing and seas overturning!

Only at the final moment did they understand. What they faced was not a man at all, but an ancient god of strength!

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the scene before them.

The two leaders of the Twin Dragon Society, Dark Strength experts who had been famous for twenty years, had actually been smashed to pieces by a single palm strike from Zhang Chu?!

And judging by Zhang Chu's manner—

It was as though that palm strike had merely been a casual wave of his hand.

"Th-this is the strength of Little True Martial?" the scar-faced man muttered, his voice trembling.

The bearded man swallowed. "He... he killed two Dark Strength experts with one palm. Is he really tenth on the Human Ranking?"

The people in the inn no longer looked at Zhang Chu with mere wariness. Their gazes now held reverence, even fear.

Even the white-haired old man, who had maintained an aloof demeanor all along, now looked at Zhang Chu with grave eyes.

He had underestimated this young man in the end!...

Zhang Chu withdrew his palm. His green robes remained immaculate, as though that earthshaking strike just now had nothing to do with him.

He did not even glance at the mangled corpses strewn across the floor, as if the ones who had died were merely stray cats and dogs.

"Since you have come, why hide and skulk?"

Zhang Chu turned his gaze toward the inn entrance. His voice was calm, yet it reached every person's ears clearly.

Everyone was stunned.

Had the Twin Dragon Society's backer arrived?

Just then, laughter rang out from outside the inn.

"Hahaha! What a Little True Martial. Your reputation is indeed well deserved. You are worthy of being an expert beneath me!"

Before the laughter faded, the doors swung open without wind.

A figure stepped in through the rain.

The newcomer was a youth of around twenty, dressed in a black brocade robe with an ancient-looking long saber at his waist.

His face was cold, and an untamed, overbearing aura lay between his brows. His presence was overwhelmingly powerful. Merely standing there made every Jianghu person in the hall feel a suffocating pressure.

He stood at the doorway, watching Zhang Chu with a faint, mocking smile.

With his arrival—

The temperature in the inn seemed to drop several degrees.

"Little Blade King... Yuan Haotian!" Someone recognized him at once and cried out in shock.

"It really is him! Eighth on the Human Ranking, the adopted son of the Northern Land Saber King. He actually came all the way to Lingnan?"

"My heavens! I heard before that the Twin Dragon Society was backed by the Northern Blade Sect, but I did not believe it. Who would have thought they had truly invited such a ruthless figure?"