Stillness Like the Gentle Wind, Movement Like the Rushing Thunder

Jiang Li effortlessly killed three Eighth-grade Martial Artists in an instant, and the scouts relayed everything to the vice-captain of that squad.

"What?" Vice-captain Wei Hong wore a look of utter disbelief. He immediately went over to the burly man beside him and said, "Brother, we've got trouble. That young brat is an expert. Lin Zhi and the others have already fallen."

Wei Yongchang's face instantly darkened upon hearing this.

"Those three pieces of trash!"

Eighth-grade Martial Artists were considered the backbone of his squad, yet three had died just like that.

"That man seems to be heading this way," Wei Hong spoke again, staring in Jiang Li's direction.

At this moment, the surrounded Chu Dongyang and the other three had no idea what had happened. They only knew they had run into grave trouble this time.

"Brother Wei, we were in the wrong this time. We didn't know your team was also in Nanyang Town. How about this—we'll leave everything behind and beg Brother Wei to spare our lives." Chu Dongyang's face was deathly pale. The scar-faced woman beside him had lost too much blood and could barely remain standing.

Wei Yongchang was in a foul mood. He looked coldly at Chu Dongyang and the other three. "Kill you, and the things will still be ours."

"If you want to live, that little bit of value isn't enough."

"Wei Yongchang, we're also a hunting team from the Heavenly River Martial Arts Hall. If you dare kill us, it'll be the same as offending Hall Master Yuan." Chu Dongyang said in a deep voice.

"Yuan Tianhe?" Wei Yongchang gave a savage grin. "So what if he's a Sixth-grade Martial Artist? If I were really afraid, I wouldn't have made a move on you in the first place."

"You want to live? Fine. All of you, leave behind everything you have, break one arm each, then crawl out on your knees. I'll spare your miserable lives."

"You!" Chu Dongyang's eyes nearly spewed fire. He knew Wei Yongchang had no intention of letting them leave.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance and entered Chu Dongyang's sight.

"That greenhorn?" Chu Dongyang gripped his weapon, prepared to fight Wei Yongchang and the others to the death. He immediately roared, "Jiang Li, go back to Beihe City! Have the hall master avenge us!"

Wei Yongchang, Wei Hong, and the others turned to look as well.

Jiang Li had removed his pack. Carrying only a saber, he strolled over at his leisure.

It was as though this were not a perilous wilderness, but his own backyard.

That calm expression and those indifferent eyes made it seem as though he regarded everything beneath his notice.

A black horizontal saber rested in his right hand as he walked closer, one step at a time.

"So you're together. Perfect timing!"

The moment Wei Yongchang saw Jiang Li, his eyes brimmed with killing intent.

Three of his capable men had been lost. This debt absolutely had to be repaid with the life of the brat before him.

He waved his hand, and at once, the remaining Eighth Grade Peak Martial Artist and an Eighth-grade Martial Artist sprang into action.

Bang! Whoosh!

The two Eighth-grade Martial Artists moved with astonishing speed, charging at Jiang Li like tigers unleashed from their cages.

Seeing Wei Yongchang send men after him, and seeing Jiang Li not only fail to flee but dare walk straight over, Chu Dongyang could not help roaring, "Jiang Li, have you gone mad?!"

In his eyes, an eighteen-year-old student facing these vicious wilderness hunting squads was no different from serving himself up on a platter.

More importantly, Wei Yongchang, the leader of this hunting squad, was a Seventh Grade martial artist.

Seeing that Jiang Li remained unmoved, Chu Dongyang's face turned ashen.

It was completely over!

Facing the two charging Martial Artists, Jiang Li did not move. The two Eighth-grade Martial Artists thought he had been scared witless.

But just as they closed in, when the saber and spear in their hands were about to strike Jiang Li, he vanished.

In the eyes of the Eighth-grade Martial Artist and the Eighth Grade Peak Martial Artist, all they caught was a fleeting shadow of Jiang Li.

The next instant, their heads soared high into the air, blood gushing like a fountain.

Jiang Li stood behind the two Eighth-grade Martial Artists, the Black Horizontal Saber in his hand.

A gentle breeze seemed to coil around the Black Horizontal Saber, yet the saber technique Jiang Li had just used to kill them had been like racing thunder and flashing lightning.

"What?!"

When Chu Dongyang and the other three saw Jiang Li kill two Eighth-grade Martial Artists in an instant, they were all dumbstruck.

Wei Hong's face went pale, while Wei Yongchang's pupils contracted sharply in utter shock.

"Nice. Playing the pig to eat the tiger, are we? Who would have thought Beihe City would produce a genius like you?"

"Your cultivation should have already reached Eighth Grade Peak, right? And your martial arts should have reached the proficient realm as well."

Thinking he had seen through Jiang Li's methods, Wei Yongchang took a step forward.

Boom!

The surging vitality and blood of a Seventh Grade martial artist burst forth, his oppressive aura sweeping out and calming the panicked Wei Hong and the others somewhat.

The faint spark of hope that had just ignited within Chu Dongyang and the other three was extinguished once more.

That was right—even if Jiang Li's strength had shocked them, as an Eighth-grade Martial Artist, he could never be Wei Yongchang's match, even if he fought with his life on the line.

Jiang Li turned a blind eye to Wei Yongchang's aura and stopped roughly sixty meters away from him.

He looked at Wei Yongchang. Within his body, the Heavenly River Crimson Blood Art began to circulate. Then he unleashed the Fire Spirit Breathing Technique, and behind him, the silhouette of a great sun emerged, its faint radiance shrouding his body.

A gentle breeze flowed along the Black Horizontal Saber, but the instant Jiang Li stepped forward, the blade seemed to be covered in a layer of lightning.

Jiang Li's figure vanished in an instant.

His terrifying burst of power stomped a small crater into the ground where he had been standing.

"Hahaha! What nerve! A mere Eighth-grade Martial Artist dares attack me? Truly a newborn calf that fears not the tiger!"

Seeing Jiang Li suddenly erupt, Wei Yongchang burst into laughter and swiftly drew a heavy Ring-pommel Great Saber from behind his back.

Though the Ring-pommel Great Saber was only eighth-grade, he himself was a genuine Seventh Grade martial artist. Dealing with a child would be more than easy enough.

Wei Yongchang took a fierce step forward, gripping the Ring-pommel Great Saber in both hands. This slash bore the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Eighth-grade martial art, Mountain Splitting Saber Technique!

"How could an Eighth-grade Martial Artist dare clash head-on with a Seventh Grade martial artist? And Wei Yongchang's Mountain Splitting Saber Technique is broad and powerful. This Jiang Li... is dead for sure!"

Chu Dongyang could not help closing his eyes, unwilling to witness this despairing scene.

Clang!

The Ring-pommel Great Saber collided with the Black Horizontal Saber, sparks blazing brilliantly.

The slender, well-proportioned Jiang Li stood in stark contrast to the towering, burly Wei Yongchang.

But Wei Yongchang's expression changed. The reason was simple: an Eighth Grade Peak martial artist had actually blocked his slash.

"You're seventh-grade!?" Wei Yongchang cried out in shock and fury.

At that moment, Jiang Li unleashed his qi and blood to the fullest and executed the final move of the Swift Wind Thunderous Charge Saber.

Triple Thunderous Charge Saber!

The faster this move's saber was swung, the greater its power. Moreover, each layer unleashed an additional burst of force, allowing it to exert one hundred and twenty percent of its power.

At the perfected realm, one reached the peak of the third layer, unleashing a total of two hundred percent power—equivalent to doubling one's strength.

Combined with Jiang Li's Fire Spirit Breathing Technique, comparable to A-rank perfection, the power of this slash meant that even a Seventh Grade martial artist would have to kneel.

To everyone's ears, it was as though thunder had exploded.

The next instant, the eighth-grade Ring-pommel Great Saber in Wei Yongchang's hand was forcibly chopped in two by the Black Horizontal Saber. At the same time, saber light like thunder swept across Wei Yongchang's chest in an instant.

Jiang Li's skin was crimson-red, his qi and blood boiling within him. With every breath, he exhaled and inhaled vast clouds of mist.

All around him, everyone stared at Jiang Li as if they had seen a monster.

One slash, killing a seventh-grade martial artist!?

Jiang Li remained calm. He stopped the Fire Spirit Breathing Technique and spoke evenly.

"Can't an eighth-grade kill a seventh-grade? What a noisy fool."

He looked once more at Wei Hong and the others, whose faces were now filled with terror, and his figure abruptly vanished.

"You're next!"