Sorry I Spoke Too Loudly

As soon as the words fell, Wang Tianfan instinctively sensed Feng Chen's realm.

When his perception reached out, it encountered a surge of blood and qi more than twice as powerful as theirs.

His pupils suddenly shrank, and his face turned deathly pale.

He tilted his head toward Wang Tianping's ear, his lips trembling slightly. "Brother Tian Ping, his realm is higher than ours... Body Tempering Second Layer."

"What? Body Tempering Second Layer?"

The arrogance on Wang Tianping's face instantly froze.

His eyes widened as he released his own perception to probe.

Sure enough, that aura was steady and robust, suppressing even the blood and qi within his body until it sluggishly stalled.

Though Body Tempering Second Layer was only one level above Body Tempering, First Heaven, the gap between them was even greater than the gap between ordinary people and Body Tempering, First Heaven.

The two brothers could still trade blows with First Heaven fellow disciples at the martial hall, but against a Second Heaven Martial Artist, they would struggle even to serve as sparring partners.

Cold sweat seeped into Wang Tianping's palm around the saber hilt.

He had survived at the Wang Clan Martial Hall for so many years not merely because he was a member of the main clan, but because he knew how to judge the situation and adapt to the times.

The flesh on his face twitched as he forcibly twisted his arrogance into a flattering smile. Cupping his fists toward Feng Chen, his tone instantly changed from overbearing to soft and courteous. "Brother, we spoke too loudly just now. Please do not take offense."

"My brother and I drank too much tonight. Our mouths had no gate, and we offended you."

"You are magnanimous, Brother. Please do not take it to heart."

"Yes, yes, Brother."

Wang Tianfan hurriedly cupped his fists as well. As he spoke, the tip of his saber unconsciously lowered several inches. His fair face had gone even paler,

and fine beads of sweat appeared at his temples. "Just do what you came to do. My brother and I were merely passing through. We saw nothing, truly, we saw nothing at all."

"We will never breathe a single word about tonight's events. Rest assured, Brother."

As they spoke, the pair cautiously retreated, inching backward step by step. They wished they could vanish from this blood-reeking room immediately.

They had never imagined that Liu Teng had provoked a Body Tempering Second Layer Martial Artist.

Fuck your mother!

In their hearts, they cursed Liu Teng's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Of course, if this had been Green Mountain Town, a Body Tempering Second Layer Martial Artist would not have frightened them so badly. The Wang Clan Martial Hall had quite a few experts; they could simply call over a couple of senior brothers to reclaim their pride.

But this was not Green Mountain Town. This was a small village.

There were no martial hall brothers, no powerful elders from their Lineage—only the two of them, Body Tempering, First Heaven practitioners who were all bark and no bite.

They could not win. Their only path to survival was to run.

They would first flee back to town and report to the martial hall. Experts would naturally come later to deal with this masked man who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Watching their cowardly act of changing faces in an instant, Feng Chen let out a soft, mocking laugh beneath his mask.

These two did understand the principle of running when they could not win. Just moments ago, they had been viciously demanding that he kneel and beg for mercy; the moment the winds shifted, they wanted to slip away. Their faces turned faster than the pages of a book.

Unfortunately, he had no intention of letting them leave.

Letting them go would be asking for trouble.

They had already seen him kill Liu Teng and remembered what he wore tonight, as well as his general build. Once they returned to the Wang Clan Martial Hall, they would certainly report the matter.

Once the martial hall's experts began investigating!

A black-clad, masked Body Tempering Second Layer Martial Artist had appeared around Green Mountain Town in recent days. Piece those clues together, and they might not fail to trace them back to Feng Chen.

Even taking ten thousand steps back, even if they could not discover it was him, the news that a Body Tempering Second Layer Martial Artist had killed a disciple of the Wang Clan Martial Hall would be enough to make the situation in this region tense, greatly hindering his future actions.

"Didn't you say just now that this day next year would be my death anniversary?"

Holding his blood-dripping saber, Feng Chen strode toward the retreating pair step by step.

His pace was not fast, but every footfall on the wooden floor struck directly against their hearts.

"Running already? Is this the backbone of your Wang Clan Martial Hall?"

Whoosh!

With a movement of his feet, the Perfection-level Basic Movement Technique erupted instantly, and his entire body shot toward the two like a gale.

Seeing this, Wang Tianping and Wang Tianfan knew there was no escaping today.

Wang Tianping gritted his teeth. The flattering smile vanished from his face, replaced by the savage expression of a man driven to the end of the road.

He raised his saber before him again, its edge pointed toward Feng Chen, and roared at Wang Tianfan beside him, "Damn it, do you think you've really got us in the bag? We're not trash Martial Artists like Liu Teng! Your realm may be higher, but we aren't soft persimmons either!"

He exchanged a glance with Wang Tianfan. Their years of tacit understanding made them reach the same decision in an instant!

They would strike together and attack from both sides.

Wang Tianfan also clenched his teeth and closed in from the left, shouting, "That's right! Let us show you the real skills of the Wang Clan Martial Hall!"

The two unleashed the blood and qi throughout their bodies, their Body Tempering, First Heaven auras exploding forth. Their sabers swung out simultaneously from left and right, attempting to use their pincer attack to seal off Feng Chen's movement.

"In my eyes, you are soft persimmons."

As Feng Chen's words fell, the Perfection-level Five Tigers Gate-Breaking Saber answered the call.

In that instant, saber light exploded!

It was not one slash or two, but an entire curtain of snow-bright saber light spreading through the cramped room.

The saber light poured down like a waterfall, like a silver storm, engulfing them both in an instant.

The two men's pupils expanded to their limits.

They had never seen such a saber technique!

It was too fast—so fast that their eyes could not follow the blade's trajectory at all.

They desperately swung their sabers to block, but before their blades had even reached halfway, Feng Chen's edge had already cleaved before them.

Crack! Crack! Two crisp sounds rang out as both sabers, along with the hands holding them, were severed.

Four severed hands clutching two broken sabers fell to the floor and bounced twice, while blood gushed from their bare wrists.

The blade continued through their bodies, nearly slicing them in two from shoulder to waist.

The two crashed heavily to the ground, and pools of blood rapidly spread across the floorboards.

Wang Tianping still had his last breath left. The excruciating pain twisted his entire face out of shape.

He lay on his back in his own pool of blood, his lips twitching spasmodically as he used his final strength to let out a hoarse wail. "Spare me... spare me, please. I was wrong... I shouldn't have come here..."

Beside him, Wang Tianfan also struggled in the blood pool, his voice weak. "Yes... spare us. We will never say... anything about you..."