Seeing that Broken Blade still dared to resist, Su Xin shot sword qi from between his fingers. The Invisible Sword Qi instantly shredded the blade aura, making the Broken Blade let out a mournful cry.
Su Xin reached out to seize the Broken Blade, only to find Du Chen's hand gripping it tightly, refusing to let go. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Su Xin.
Su Xin shook his head. "Why bother? Forget it. I'll send you to reunite with the Du Family."
The Blood River Divine Finger struck out, a bloody line piercing straight through Du Chen's head. His hand went limp, and Su Xin seized the Broken Blade.
A surge of fury came from within the Broken Blade, and gray light flared brilliantly from its blade. But Su Xin snorted coldly. Icy blue frost true qi erupted from his hand, and in an instant, the Broken Blade was completely frozen over before Su Xin tossed it into his Mustard Seed Bag.
Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, Su Xin had long grown accustomed to it. Or rather, he had walked all this way alongside slaughter; the only difference was whether he killed more or less.
Since ancient times, the Jianghu had always been like this. In Su Xin's eyes, there was no distinction between righteousness and evil, good and wickedness—only profit.
Even the compassionate Shaolin Temple might not have less blood on its hands than those of the demonic path. The only difference was that most of the blood on their hands belonged to those of the demonic path.
A man's only crime was possessing a jade; the Du Family could blame no one but themselves for taking something they should not have taken, while lacking the strength to protect it.
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