Chen Zhuo stood with his saber held crosswise and killed another man.
Suddenly, three gusts of wind rushed past his ears. His gaze swept across them, and he saw three soft swords darting toward him like venomous snakes.
The soft swords flickered in and out of sight.
With two Liansheng Sect disciples down, the remaining three came to their senses and attacked in unison.
Their assault was uncanny and their swordsmanship fierce. The slightest misstep would leave him with several new holes in his body.
"His sinews and bones ring as one. Three martial artists at the Bone-Entering Realm of Body Refining."
Just by listening to the force of their movements, Chen Zhuo could tell that these three were a whole level above the previous two.
He hadn't lost his reason.
Killing was a means, not an end.
As the three soft swords struck at him at once, he didn't hurry to kill. He used only a tenth of his strength, turning offense into defense.
He looked as though he could barely fend them off, surrounded by danger amid the flashes of swordlight.
In truth, his gaze never left the second Sun brother and his wife.
His meaning couldn't have been clearer.
I'm about to lose. Come and kill me.
The three Sun brothers, locked in a tense standoff, noticed what was happening. None of them spoke, but each reacted differently.
Sun Fei's gaze slowly shifted from Chen Zhuo to the pool of blood on the ground. He stared at the maid, dead in a gruesome fashion, and fell into a long silence.
Chief Clerk Sun seemed to have forgotten his simmering rage. With his hands clasped behind his back, he watched Chen Zhuo's apparent "hard-fought battle," the corner of his mouth twitching.
Anyone could see that Chen Zhuo was