"Spilled Water Sword, Wave Over Heaven?"
The people around them looked at Aaron with awe, silently committing that title to memory.
They knew that as long as this young man did not die, one day his name would shake the martial world.
"Ah... what are you doing? Don't come any closer!"
Master Zhang was scrambling backward, screaming, "I'm a disciple of Thunderstorm Hall... What happened today was my fault. I don't want those two meat buns anymore, and I'll compensate Big Dog's family with another ten taels of silver. Let's settle this matter here, all right?"
Big Dog and his mother stood nearby, their faces brimming with joy at those words.
To them, this could not have been a better outcome.
"So that's it... You weren't afraid of a hero because you're one of Thunderstorm Hall!"
Jin Dayong got to his feet with a curse, rubbing his chest as he said to Aaron, "Thunderstorm Hall's master, Duan Hong, is known as 'Ghosts' Dread.' He's considered a first-rate expert in the martial world..."
"Oh."
Aaron answered indifferently and thrust his sword into Master Zhang's throat.
Master Zhang toppled over with utter disbelief on his face, his eyes bulging.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would meet his end today over two meat buns!
"Murder!"
"Quick, report it to the authorities!"
The onlookers erupted into commotion, then scattered in all directions.
After all, this was a hero who truly dared to kill!
"You may all be doing well, but what does that have to do with me?"
Aaron wiped the iron sword in his hand with Master Zhang's brocade robe and looked at Big Dog, who had been scared senseless. "Feeling hopeless? You thought I was your savior? You thought that because I'm a good person, I had