The Glory of Reforging the Power to Command All Under Heaven Is Our Bounden Duty!

Duan Yun and the Bloodthirsty Storyteller had a grudge. It could be said that a large part of his overwhelming, misunderstood infamy as a demon in the martial world had been the sin wrought by the Bloodthirsty Storyteller.

However, aside from ruthlessly dealing with a few Bloodthirsty Storytellers at the very beginning, Duan Yun had never seriously targeted them.

He believed that justice lived in people's hearts, and the truth would never remain buried.

But what was the result? Though many people spoke in his defense, those determined to blacken his name kept doing so, endlessly flinging filth upon him.

Duan Yun was usually busy eliminating demons, defending the Dao, upholding chivalry, and righting wrongs. He had no time to bother with such filth or these Bloodthirsty Storytellers. No matter how hard they tried, at most they could leave a little dirt on the hem of his robe.

But that did not mean Duan Yun did not hate them.

When he had free time, Duan Yun could wipe out every mosquito in an outhouse with Sword Qi, or even cut off only their legs so they could not land, forcing them to exhaust themselves to death.

Now, Duan Yun happened to have a little free time, and he had happened to encounter this Bloodthirsty Storyteller.

Having encountered the other party's bewitchment this time, especially the strange swaying of her bosom, he had confirmed that the Bloodthirsty Storyteller was indeed a heretical demon of the Outer Dao with the power to beguile people's hearts.

The timing was perfect. Having encountered such a "mosquito," he decided to venture deep into the "outhouse" and slaughter the Bloodthirsty Storytellers clean.

Even Duan Yun and Zi Yu had been affected somewhat, so the others in the teahouse had naturally been deeply bewitched. They stared at