On the long street of Wanshan City, one could hear a pin drop.
Their gazes fell upon the shattered broken saber scattered across the ground, upon the pool of blood that had yet to dry.
Fifteenth on the Heaven Ranking, Young City Lord of Snowy City in the far north, the Northern Land Saber King who had been famous for decades—one palm.
Broken Saber Old Man, a Red-rank Killer of the Spring Wind Fine Rain Tower.
Still, one palm.
Two palms, three lives!
Those were no nameless nobodies, but powerful figures whose names could be called out across the entire Jianghu.
Broken Saber Old Man in particular.
He was a vicious outlaw who could kill a Grandmaster with every slash, a man who had comprehended Saber Momentum. Even he had fallen to a single palm. This... what kind of strength was that?
"A Red-rank Killer couldn't even survive one move before him. Such strength has not been seen in the Jianghu for a century!..."
"But Broken Saber Old Man at least died knowing why. He managed to say a few words, unlike Cold Light Sword Ruan Tongchen—he had just struck a pose, and then he was gone..."
Someone murmured, their voice dry and hoarse.
No one dared speak loudly.
They feared that the next moment, they too would vanish like Ruan Tongchen—gone in a second, departing in a manner beyond imagination...
Yet Zhang Chu paid no attention to those gazes.
He took something from his robes and slowly unfolded it.
It was a wanted poster!
Dozens of names were densely listed upon it, each accompanied by a portrait. The ink was still fresh; he had brought it with him when he left Sky Patrol Guard headquarters.
He had originally intended to rake up the grass and catch rabbits along the