Night Rain of the Desolate Posthouse

Jiang Pan's previously tense, furrowed brows immediately relaxed.

Spitting out a thick glob of phlegm, he cursed, "Damn it, this late at night, I thought I'd run into a real ghost. Who knew it was just my own brothers scaring me half to death!"

"My good brothers, we've been on the run for so long, we haven't had a proper haul in days. My hands are itching, so don't you dare try to snatch this one from me!"

Before Jiang Pan could finish speaking, the saber in his hand was already swung out, aimed directly at Meng Qingshan.

On the other side, Meng Qingshan appeared calm and composed, with an air of confidence, as if he didn't take the 'Mountain-Splitting Saber' seriously at all.

Just as 'Mountain-Splitting Saber' Jiang Pan approached, Meng Qingshan suddenly moved!

He patted his horse, and the Brocade Cloud Saber leaped up.

Clang!

The blade left its sheath, followed by a flash of brilliant saber light.

Meng Qingshan's saber technique was swift, like a raging storm. With a clang, the two sabers met and clashed in mid-air.

Meng Qingshan's Long Wind Heart Method had now reached the twelfth layer. With the boost from the [Ride the Wind] Internal Martial Arts special effect, he was more than a match for Jiang Pan, even in a direct confrontation.

What's more, he had secretly tampered with something when he entered.

Seeing the man's whites of his eyes turning increasingly yellow, Meng Qingshan suddenly retracted his energy. He channeled his true qi into his left hand and unleashed a move from the Eight Directions Palm Technique, 'Wind Rises, Clouds Push', striking directly at Jiang Pan's side.

The palm strike was fast and urgent, fierce and steady.

Although the Eight Directions Palm Technique was merely a rudimentary martial art, Meng Qingshan had now mastered it to perfection. Coupled with the enhancement of his true qi, its destructive power was already considerable.

Jiang Pan intended to draw his saber and block, but he suddenly felt dizzy and weak, his movements becoming sluggish.

In that instant, Meng Qingshan's full-power palm strike landed on his abdomen.

This 'Mountain-Splitting Saber' Jiang Pan was merely a fierce bandit who had practiced external saber techniques. How could he withstand Meng Qingshan's thunderous blow?

He was instantly sent flying by the palm strike, falling several steps away.

"Big Brother..."

"Big Brother, what's wrong?"

The second brother, 'Cunning and Wise', and the third brother, 'Six Hands', exclaimed in unison upon seeing this, immediately moving to help.

'Six Hands' Liu Ying quickly drew two throwing knives from his waist, preparing to unleash his hidden weapons with all his might, only to find himself feeling light and weak, lacking strength.

A sense of foreboding surged in his heart, "I've been poisoned!?"

Despite this, he mustered all his strength and threw the knives in his hands.

Whoosh, whoosh~

As two whistling sounds rapidly approached, Meng Qingshan remained unfazed. He swiftly swung his quick saber, producing two crisp ding ding sounds as he knocked the throwing knives down one by one.

At the same time, 'Cunning and Wise' Wu Yong had already charged to Meng Qingshan's front, sword held high, aiming to pierce Meng Qingshan's throat in one fell swoop.

However, after practicing the Nine Forms of Swift Saber, Meng Qingshan's agility had improved significantly.

He quickly retracted his saber and turned, skillfully dodging Wu Yong's fatal thrust.

Then, using the momentum of his full-body rotation, he fiercely slashed at Wu Yong's neck.

[You have successfully killed Wu Yong, one of the Three Evils of Guyang, 'Cunning and Wise', and gained 500 Cultivation points!]

Liu Ying witnessed the entire scene, watching with his own eyes as his second brother's head was severed by the young man's saber.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

Jiang Pan, who had been knocked to the ground by Meng Qingshan's palm, quickly regained his senses after a brief daze. He cursed, then shook his still-dizzy head, struggling to pick up the saber that had been thrown away.

Just as he was about to reach the hilt and grip the saber, it was suddenly pinned down by a heavy footstep.

He looked up, and the figure before him had become blurry, with three or four overlapping afterimages, swaying unsteadily, making it difficult for him to discern his true appearance.

He rubbed his eyes with all his might until the whites, now yellow, turned bloodshot, crisscrossed with countless capillaries.

Only then did he finally realize, "It's you! What poison did you give me!"

The response was a sharp, silver-white flash. Blood splattered, falling into the campfire. The flames flickered briefly before returning to their calm.

"Big Brother!"

Liu Ying watched 'Mountain-Splitting Saber' die with unseeing eyes, his own eyes tearing up with rage. However, his body was weak, and he even began to feel pain and twitch.

In an instant, "Six Hands" Liu Ying watched the expressionless youth kill his two "brothers" one by one.

A chill ran down his spine, and he felt that this youth was more like a bloodthirsty killer than he was.

He stealthily took out two more throwing knives from his right sleeve, swallowed dryly, cold sweat breaking out all over his body. His voice trembled as he asked, "Who exactly are you? My three brothers and you have no enmity, why are you so cruelly trying to exterminate us?"

Meng Qingshan turned his head and looked coldly at Liu Ying, his voice like the frost of a harsh winter, "I advise you not to move your right hand!"

Hearing this, Liu Ying's face showed shock, and his right hand involuntarily trembled.

Meng Qingshan pointed the still-dripping Brocade Cloud Saber at him and coldly warned, "I don't want to kill you right now, but if you make me feel threatened, then I'll have no choice but to kill you!"