"Don't get distracted. Focus on absorbing the authority of 'Slaughter.'"
Chen Kou's expression remained unchanged. As if sleep-talking, he murmured:
"Once you're done absorbing it, fight me again."
The Chen Family disciple who had accidentally killed Lu Hemu wet himself on the spot at those words.
Yet no matter how he wailed and begged for mercy, he could not slow Chen Kou's approaching footsteps in the slightest.
It was not until the hooded shadow rising from Lu Hemu's corpse drilled into his body that the Chen Family disciple, whose courage had already shattered, gained a sliver of bravery.
Probably realizing that escape was hopeless, he simply turned his fear into anger and roared incoherently at Chen Kou.
The stark contrast before and after made the onlookers wonder whether this guy had gone completely insane.
The thought of running quietly spread through the crowd.
Especially He Peiqin, who was hiding among them!
Even though she had no memories related to the Chen Family from before her death and had no idea who this young man dragging a saber was, she could still sense the chasm-like gap between them from the waves of people arriving one after another!
"They can handle the revenge... With my level of strength, I definitely won't be any help..."
Muttering inwardly, He Peiqin shifted her feet, intending to imitate the poet Xu Zhimo and quietly slip away.
But before she could even take half a step, a shrill scream seized the back of her neck like an invisible ghostly hand.
The surrounding crowd immediately began shoving and squeezing, blocking off her narrow path to escape.
"Your saber technique is too poor. There's no ferocity in it at all."
Chen Kou did not care that his long saber was stained with blood. Even after drawing it back, he