It Was You Who Made Me Kill You

The next day, A cold wind howled, and Ershui City suddenly felt frigid.

Crack!

A large foot snapped a dry branch.

Wang Sheng, having changed his attire, stepped out of the inn.

The streets were sparsely populated and quiet. Pedestrians who occasionally passed by hurried along, daring not to linger.

Wang Sheng sensed no hidden surveillance and strode towards the Martial Academy.

"Don't go out. Haven't you heard? The Liu Family was wiped out!"

"What! Hundreds of people are gone?"

"Quick, hide! The Divine Incense Cult is here again."

"The yamen runners are arresting people everywhere!"

Wang Sheng walked through the streets, overhearing snippets of hushed conversations.

"Hey, stop! Who are you?"

Several Grey-clothed Runners holding wanted posters stopped Wang Sheng.

"What are you hiding? Could it be a weapon!"

Their faces were flushed, and their eyes glinted with greed as they sized up Wang Sheng. Though he wore a simple shirt, his waist was bulging, and they clearly saw him as an easy mark.

"Martial Academy disciple!"

Wang Sheng, unwilling to waste words, directly presented his official disciple token from the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

Upon seeing the token, the ruthless glint in the Grey-clothed Runners' eyes vanished instantly. They immediately stepped back, bowed, and plastered on fawning smiles. "Mistaken identity, sir. Please, go ahead!"

Disciples who received such tokens started at the Bright Energy level.

If he were a Dark Energy Martial Master, even killing them, the Grey-clothed Runners, would at most cost them a bit of money.

Wang Sheng's expression remained calm as he turned to leave.

Behind him, he heard the Grey-clothed Runners roughly kicking open a civilian's door, shouting about searching for Demonic Cult disciples.

"Ershui City has indeed changed!"

"It's become more chaotic!"

As Wang Sheng walked through the city, he could clearly feel the surge of aggression that had erupted among many people overnight.

Or rather, the powerful figures in the city truly felt threatened and had begun to loosen their reins, giving their subordinates free rein, who naturally became unrestrained.

Just as Wang Sheng was one street away from the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy, he was stopped again in a small alley.

This time, it was members of the Divine Incense Cult.

"Come, buy some incense. One tael of silver per stick, for your safety!"

A group of Divine Incense Cult followers were simultaneously hunting down Heavenly Mandate Cult members and promoting their incense while recruiting followers.

Wang Sheng knew better than to provoke the Divine Incense Cult, so he immediately took out a piece of broken silver and tossed it over.

"Oh, quite wealthy!"

The leading followers, seeing Wang Sheng, who looked like a poor fellow in a simple shirt, toss a tael of silver so readily without begging or resisting, were somewhat surprised.

"We have incense here for a hundred taels a stick. How about it? Want to try? The fragrance can let you see immortals!"

A Bright Energy follower sized up Wang Sheng and said playfully.

"No, thank you! I'm a disciple of the Martial Academy and have important matters to attend to."

Wang Sheng presented his token.

"Heh! If you hadn't shown that token, we would have let you go. Martial Academy? Martial Alliance? What are they compared to our Divine Incense Cult!"

"I'm telling you, you're buying this incense today whether you want to or not. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

The leading Divine Incense Cult follower, a late-stage Bright Energy cultivator with a scar on his face, said coldly, his expression menacing.

The Divine Incense Cult and the Martial Alliance were at odds. Previously, when disciples from both sides met, it was usually just harsh words. But today, due to the annihilation of the Liu Family, the higher-ups were displeased with the Martial Alliance, loosened their control, and intended to suppress the Martial Alliance.

"If I buy this incense with my money, will there be incense waiting for me for a thousand taels a stick in the future?"

Wang Sheng said indifferently.

"Don't worry, as long as you pay this money, you'll be one of us in the Divine Incense Cult, and we'll protect you from now on."

The scar-faced follower said casually.

"Oh!"

"So that's how it is!"

Wang Sheng nodded, looking around the alley, seeing no one else.

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Then, Wang Sheng raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

The scar-faced believer, who was in the late stage of Bright Energy, didn't even have time to react. His sturdy chest seemed to be struck by a sledgehammer, caving in instantly. Blood splattered, and like a tattered rag doll, he was slammed hard onto the ground, lifeless.

"You're asking for death! How dare you kill someone from my Divine Incense Cult!"

A few overly arrogant believers, who hadn't grasped the situation or realized Wang Sheng's strength, instinctively drew their swords.

Wang Sheng remained composed, walking over as if strolling through a leisurely garden.

One palm strike, and swords shattered, men died.

Not a single person could withstand Wang Sheng's attack.

"Spare me! Spare me!"

"How could you be a Dark Energy Martial Artist!"

The remaining believers either begged frantically with faces full of terror or desperately tried to take him down with them, but it was all useless.

What were late-stage Bright Energy experts? What was being outnumbered? In the face of absolute power, these people were like a crumbling force, utterly crushed and annihilated.

This group couldn't even escape the alley.

By the time he reached the last person, the final man was kneeling on the ground, trembling, muttering incoherently as if driven mad by fear.

Wang Sheng looked at the corpses and blood scattered everywhere, sniffing the scent of blood in the air, and said with a helpless sigh, "I didn't want to kill anyone. But why did you force my hand!"

"Every palm I strike down is the erasure and negation of decades of someone's hard cultivation."

"So, ultimately, it's your fault."

"You're the ones who made me kill you!"

Wang Sheng let out his final sigh, his palm brushing over the last person's head.

"You demon! Monster!"

The last man couldn't help but curse.

Thump!

The body fell to the ground.

Wang Sheng, ensuring no one dared to peek, leisurely departed.

Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

An unprecedented silence filled the academy, a suffocating atmosphere blanketing the entire place.

Zhao Jie stood with a somber expression, hands clasped behind his back in the courtyard.

Before him lay Jin Cang's corpse. Apart from his face, which was relatively intact, the rest of his body was mangled and gruesome to behold.

Many disciples couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Jin Cang's family knelt on the ground, weeping softly.

All the disciples on either side stood with their hands behind their backs, quietly awaiting Zhao Jie's judgment.

Wang Sheng was among them.

Although many gazes quietly swept over Wang Sheng, his expression was calm, undisturbed, as if he hadn't noticed.

Could it be him?

Wu An was restless, repeatedly glancing at Wang Sheng, his heart filled with unease.

Jin Cang had just clashed with Wang Sheng yesterday, and today Jin Cang was dead!

He had died far too quickly!

If the news of the Liu family's annihilation hadn't been so shocking last night, then the news of Jin Cang's death today would have spread throughout the entire city, sparking much discussion.

The death of a mid-stage Dark Energy expert in such a short time implied that a Grand Perfection level Dark Energy master had emerged from hiding, no longer concealing their methods and beginning to slaughter.

Any Dark Energy Martial Artist would have to be vigilant upon hearing this.

"Jin Cang called out Jing Kui's name before he died."

"However, I do not believe Jing Kui killed Jin Cang."

"Nevertheless, we cannot let Jing Kui go. He will be temporarily detained."

"The Heavenly Mandate Cult members died near Jin Cang. And they have the enmity of the Liu family's destruction."

"Today, you will follow me to hunt down the Heavenly Mandate Cult!"

Zhao Jie knew that finding the killer of Jin Cang would be difficult. But the Heavenly Mandate Cult might be involved, coupled with the Liu family's annihilation.

Zhao Jie could only vent his anger on the Heavenly Mandate Cult.

"Disciples are willing to follow Master and slay the Demonic Cult!"

Wang Sheng and the others clasped their hands in unison and shouted.