Slaughtering Two Thieves, Resisting Wen He

Yan Feiyun and Zhao Shuang turned back, their eyes questioning Wen He.

Wen He remained calm, raising a withered hand: "All who come are guests; you are too polite, sir. However, this place is dirty, smelly, and filled with corpses. Do you not mind?"

Shen Han smiled: "I am merely resting my feet. No matter how many corpses there are, it has nothing to do with me."

"Very well, please enter."

Wen He said slowly.

"Many thanks."

Shen Han stepped through the temple gate.

Under the firelight, there was not a single expression on his ugly face.

He was all too familiar with this place; it was here that night that he had obtained the Dark Iron Brick and the silk cloth. Yet, things had changed, and the people were no longer the same—those two beggars had become corpses, and Elder Huang had also been kidnapped here.

"Shuang'er, pour a bowl of wine for our distinguished guest."

Wen He instructed.

"Yes, Master."

Zhao Shuang immediately took an earthen bowl, filled it to the brim with wine, and walked gracefully toward Shen Han at the entrance.

"Thank you, Miss."

"Heh!"

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

Zhao Shuang let out a loud shout and violently smashed the bowl at Shen Han.

Shen Han had been prepared for this.

He tilted his head, dodging the wine bowl.

"You ugly brute, you're courting death!"

In an instant, Zhao Shuang launched her nimble right leg, kicking toward Shen Han's face with lightning speed.

This move, the Phoenix Residual Leg, was her signature technique.

"Miss, is this how you welcome your guests?"

Shen Han moved as well.

He quickly circulated the energy of the Flesh Refining Realm within his body, condensing it into a rock-hard fist, and met Zhao Shuang's flying kick head-on without dodging.

Thud!

Fist and foot collided with a dull thud.

However, there was no even match; it was a complete and utter one-sided crushing.

"Ah—ugh..."

It was Zhao Shuang's cry, and she screamed miserably.

In an instant, her entire body felt as if it had slammed into an iron wall, and she fell backward uncontrollably.

"Junior Sister!"

Seeing this, Yan Feiyun rushed to catch her.

"My leg... it's broken..."

Zhao Shuang was instantly covered in cold sweat, her entire right leg twisted to the side, seemingly devoid of sensation.

Yan Feiyun was horrified: "How could this happen?"

Huang Tie watched, dumbfounded.

It was obvious that this ugly man had come to help him, but he had definitely never met this person before. Could it be that he was a patient he had once cured?

Shen Han stood motionless and sneered: "I only came to ask for a bowl of wine, yet you wanted to kill me?"

"I'll slaughter you!"

Yan Feiyun was incensed, drawing his long blade and preparing to pounce.

"Stop!"

At the critical moment, Wen He spoke up to stop him.

Yan Feiyun gritted his teeth: "Master, Junior Sister was..."

Wen He signaled for Yan Feiyun to shut up, then turned to face Shen Han, his face darkening: "Who exactly are you?"

Shen Han said: "I have already said, I am just passing through."

Wen He tightened his grip on his blade: "Could it be that you are a helper brought by Han Zhengming?"

"I wouldn't call it a helper; I have only met Master Han once."

"Since that is the case, I do not wish to sour our relations. I apologize to you on behalf of Shuang'er. Furthermore, I no longer want those three thousand taels of silver from Han Zhengming. You may leave."

That's right, Wen He was also gauging Shen Han's strength.

Zhao Shuang was, after all, a Skin Refining Realm martial artist; for this person to easily cripple her in a single move, his cultivation level was definitely not low.

It wasn't worth provoking someone like this for three thousand taels.

At worst, they could just go somewhere else to extort money.

"I would like a drink."

Shen Han, however, showed no intention of leaving.

"Easy enough!" Wen He said, "Shuang'er, why aren't you pouring a drink for this warrior to apologize?"

Zhao Shuang could only struggle to get up.

Enduring the pain, she dragged her broken leg and hobbled with difficulty on one foot until she reached Shen Han.

Shen Han thought to himself: Power, this is power! These three could do whatever they wanted in front of Master Han, yet they were clearly quite wary of me!

"Please... please have a drink."

Zhao Shuang tremblingly offered a bowl of strong liquor.

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Shen Han's mouth.

However, he did not take the drink.

Instead, under the watchful eyes of Wen He and Yan Feiyun, he suddenly drew his Heavy Iron Curved Blade and slashed through the air from the side.

Ssh!

In a flash of lightning, Zhao Shuang had no time to react. She didn't even see how the blade, weighing over a hundred catties, had appeared. Before she could utter a single word, her body was severed in two.

Blood sprayed wildly, and organs flew everywhere.

"Junior Sister!"

Yan Feiyun couldn't believe his eyes. His Junior Sister, who had been alive just a moment ago, was now a mangled corpse, her head and body separated.

"You have gone too far, Excellency."

Wen He stared fixedly at Shen Han.

Shen Han said indifferently, "My apologies, but since she insulted me, this is the price she pays."

"Bastard, pay for my Junior Sister's life!"

Yan Feiyun could no longer hold back. The long blade in his hand whistled through the air, driven by hatred and the intent to cut Shen Han down.

"Heh, too slow."

Shen Han merely dodged to the side, evading Yan Feiyun's attack. The muscular reflexes granted by the Flesh Refining Realm were a tier above the Skin Refining Realm.

"You dare to dodge!"

Having missed his first strike, Yan Feiyun lunged again.

Shen Han did not want to tangle with him for too long; his main focus was Wen He, the former hall master of the Long Blade Sect.

Sky-Splitting Blade Technique · Bone-Crushing!

The next moment, the Heavy Iron Curved Blade, carrying over a thousand catties of force, struck like a thick python. To Yan Feiyun's astonishment, it landed squarely in his chest.

Crack!

The sound of bones shattering rang out continuously.

"You, you..."

Yan Feiyun stood frozen on the spot, his long blade dropping to the ground.

Thud!

In an instant, he stopped breathing. His eyes filled with terror, he fell straight backward, dying with his eyes wide open in resentment.

Everything had happened far too quickly.

In just a few blinks of an eye, two people were dead.

A pungent smell of blood began to permeate the dilapidated Golden Buddha Temple.

The campfire was still burning.

In the corner, Huang Tie felt dizzy. Having practiced medicine for decades, when had he ever seen such a scene?

Wen He took a deep breath: "Did you come here today just to kill?"

"If you say so, then so be it."

Shen Han was noncommittal.

Since he had already made his move, he had to finish the job.

This Wen He must not be let go either!

Wen He said coldly: "But I have never seen you before. With your skills, Han Zhengming could never afford to hire you. Who exactly are you?"

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

As soon as Shen Han finished speaking, he used his Heavy Iron Curved Blade to flick a piece of gravel from the ground, sending it flying toward Wen He.

Clang!

Wen He barely managed to block the stone with his long blade.

Following that, he leaped into the air.

He charged toward Shen Han with his blade held high: "Very well, then I shall kill you with my own hands to avenge my two disciples!"

Shen Han did not dare to be careless and engaged Wen He in battle.

Clang, clang, clang!

The two blades collided incessantly, sending sparks flying in every direction.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them traded blows back and forth within the Golden Buddha Temple, locked in combat for over a dozen rounds.

This old man is truly no simpleton!

It was clear that their cultivation realms were identical, and Shen Han was not confident he could take Wen He down quickly.

Fortunately, his blade technique had reached perfection, and given Wen He's advanced age, his own speed was slightly faster than his opponent's. Finally, relying on this slight advantage after another dozen moves, Shen Han spotted a flaw in Wen He's defense.

He first feinted, then performed a ghostly half-turn, his fierce Heavy Iron Curved Blade tracing a bizarre arc as it swept toward Wen He's neck.

Sky-Splitting Blade Technique: Oblique Slash!

"Oh no!"

Facing this attack, Wen He had nowhere to hide; he had no choice but to sacrifice his limb to save his life, thrusting his arm out to take the blow so he could barely survive.

Slash!

The Heavy Iron Curved Blade left a deep, bloody gash across his left arm.

"What is this..."

Wen He retreated rapidly for several steps, clutching his wound, his heart still pounding as he asked, "What blade technique is this?"