Zhang Biao's Death!

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The Zhang Family does not have the Servant Peak completely under its thumb either. I just wonder where these three came from. Chen Huai'an had been watching the movements of the four men.

Three against one, with Chen Huai'an lurking at the side like a tiger eyeing its prey—today was the day that dog Zhang Biao died.

Besides, those men were dressed head to toe in black; they clearly could not stand the light of day. Chen Huai'an could not reveal himself yet either. He had to hide himself carefully, more carefully still. Perhaps tonight, he could even reap some gains and become the oriole behind the mantis stalking the cicada.

The three men had come for Zhang Biao. Before Zhang Biao could demand an explanation, one of the black-clad men immediately launched an attack.

"You damned bastards! Don't let me find out who you are, or I'll definitely kill you!" The moment the four exchanged blows, Zhang Biao suffered a major loss.

His opponents were three experts at the Body Tempering Realm, Late Stage, Eighth Layer. Though none of their cultivation levels surpassed his, their combined attack technique dealt him a severe blow at once.

Zhang Biao now cherished his reputation dearly. At such a critical juncture before the Challenge Tournament, he could not afford the slightest mishap. These bastards could not be allowed to harm even a hair on his head.

Yet after merely one exchange, he had been injured because he had underestimated them.

Even if he killed these three bastards today, how could he improve his ranking in the Challenge Tournament seven days from now?

No, not improve it—he would be thanking the heavens if he could even keep his current ranking.

The three men's attacks were ferocious, and they formed a Three Talents Formation, sealing off every route of retreat for Zhang Biao.

Watching from not far away, Chen Huai'an's heart pounded in terror. These three wanted to kill Zhang Biao outright.

Zhang Biao cherished his reputation and did not wish to clash head-on with them. Roars rang out continuously during the fight, while the three men's offensive gradually weakened after their earlier fierce assault.

Zhang Biao seized the opportunity and counterattacked desperately, severely injuring one of them. Yet he did not fare well either—a wound so deep that bone was visible had appeared on his right arm.

"You want to risk your lives against me? Then I'll kill you shameless bastards first!"

Zhang Biao was thoroughly enraged. His eyes had gone red with killing intent, and he wanted to tear the three bastards to pieces. He was already injured; forget about advancing his ranking in the Servant Disciple Challenge Tournament—even keeping his current place was impossible. He would drop straight out of the top hundred.

And all of this was thanks to the three bastards before him.

If looks could kill, these three bastards would already have been sliced into a thousand pieces by him.

"Damn it, this bastard is going to fight us to the death. Our objective has been achieved. Withdraw now!" One of the black-clad men cursed and instantly retreated.

The other two black-clad men did not hesitate in the slightest and turned to flee as well.

Watching the three vanish in the blink of an eye, Zhang Biao, who had just looked ready to fight to the death, instantly became like a deflated ball.

If he had any choice, why would he risk his life against three shameless bastards? Being alive was better than anything.

"I never expected Zhang Biao to be this strong. Three Late Body Tempering Realm experts actually lost. He truly deserves to be a top-hundred powerhouse on the Spirit Elegance Ranking. If I make a move, can I kill Zhang Biao?" Chen Huai'an could not help but marvel.

Even among cultivators in the Late Body Tempering Realm, the gap in strength was considerable.

However, Chen Huai'an knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill him. If he missed it, killing him later would be very difficult.

If he acted now, he could extricate himself perfectly from this matter.

After all, he would not be the only one who had acted. There were also those three mysterious black-clad men. Since they had made their move, they should take the blame for him.

Moreover, defeating Zhang Biao in the Challenge Tournament would not be a problem, but killing him before the eyes of so many sect elders would be nearly impossible.

So Chen Huai'an moved.

When Zhang Biao saw the men flee, he knew he had escaped disaster today. Those bastards did not dare kill him.

Just as he lowered his guard, another shadow suddenly darted out of the darkness.

The newcomer was so fast that Zhang Biao had never imagined it possible. Just as he reacted, a flash of cold light pierced into his chest.

"Damn it! Who are you? Why did you ambush me? Do you know who I am?" Zhang Biao roared furiously.

Bang.

Chen Huai'an said nothing. His response was a heavy punch aimed straight at Zhang Biao's face. Before Zhang Biao could counterattack, Chen Huai'an unleashed the Flame Blade Technique, slashing a wooden blade straight at his neck.

Zhang Biao had not even reacted and was still in a daze when Chen Huai'an struck him with one chain attack after another. Even at death, he did not understand how he had died so muddle-headedly.

The instant Zhang Biao fell, his eyes widened. He wanted to see who dared oppose the Zhang Family. He wanted to see who it was—who that damned man was.

But his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. He struggled to open them and see the newcomer clearly, but his consciousness sank into darkness. Until his death, he never saw who had killed him.

Even Chen Huai'an had not expected killing Zhang Biao today to go so smoothly. He had not even used his full strength.

The man was dead, but the danger had not been resolved.

Cleaning up afterward was extremely important. One careless mistake, and he would be the one left in trouble.

Chen Huai'an wrapped his hand in cloth, then began searching Zhang Biao's corpse.

He found no personal belongings on Zhang Biao's chest, but there was a cloth pouch at his waist. This fellow truly deserved to be a descendant of a great Lineage—he could actually afford a storage bag.

Even the lowest-grade storage bag was not something a servant disciple would dare dream of.

His own cultivation resources were not even secured yet; how could he possibly have money to buy a storage bag?

Zhang Biao had kept his storage bag beneath his lapel. If Chen Huai'an had not searched the body, he truly would not have discovered it.

After removing the storage bag, Chen Huai'an immediately sent it into the Purple-Skinned Gourd Space.

It was stolen property, so he did not dare carry it on him.

The Purple-Skinned Gourd was a spatial treasure, while the storage bag was also a small space. Chen Huai'an had been a little worried that it could not be placed inside the Purple-Skinned Gourd Space.

But under the control of his spiritual power, he smoothly stored it in the Gourd Space.

After finishing all this, he erased every trace of his presence and then slipped away.

Originally, Chen Huai'an had wanted to destroy the corpse and erase all evidence, but he did not do so. Instead, he left it alone.

After all, someone was there to take the blame for him. The ones who would worry in the end definitely would not be him, but those three mysterious black-clad men.

Chen Huai'an's move was called diverting disaster eastward. Zhang Biao was dead—a genius ranked among the top hundred of the Spirit Elegance Ranking had died. The sect would surely investigate thoroughly. Not all the wounds on Zhang Biao's body had been inflicted by Chen Huai'an alone; there had been four attackers. That would make the matter even more baffling and obscure.

Less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea after Chen Huai'an vanished from the spot, several disciples dressed in the uniforms of the sect's Law Enforcement Team arrived before Zhang Biao's corpse.

"Who was it? Such audacity, to dare commit murder in the Qingyun Sect! They truly must be tired of living!" The lead Law Enforcement Team disciple had a flash of anger in his eyes.

These past few days, servant disciples had been causing trouble without end. Fights and brawls occurred frequently, but no one had been killed yet.

The Servant Disciple Challenge Tournament was about to begin, yet someone had died. There was definitely a major problem.

"Captain Yang, this is Zhang Biao of the Zhang Family, ranked ninety-eighth on the Spirit Elegance Ranking. Who had the gall to kill him?" A Law Enforcement Team disciple recognized Zhang Biao and could not help crying out in shock.