Killing with a Flick of the Finger, Only in the Killing Song

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, Host, for speaking Li Bai's classic line from Honor of Kings. You have received one lottery draw. Would you like to activate the lottery wheel?"

"Yes!"

A virtual wheel appeared in Yang Ming's field of vision. It spun from slow to fast.

Green Lotus Sword Immortal Li Bai was an extremely powerful jungler hero in Honor of Kings. He possessed four abilities: one passive, [Way of the Vagabond], and three skills: [Drunken Revelry], [Divine Brushwork], and [Green Lotus Sword Song].

Li Bai had four skins: Van Helsing, Millennium Fox, Keen Force, and Phoenix Seeker.

As the wheel slowed from fast to slow, its pointer stopped on Li Bai's ultimate skill, Green Lotus Sword Song. Yang Ming knew this round was in the bag!

Green Lotus Sword Song: Transform into sword qi and rapidly dash through enemies within range, striking them five times with sword qi. Each strike deals massive physical damage. While casting, the Host cannot be targeted or attacked. (No mana cost)

There were restrictions from Way of the Vagabond in the game, but in reality, there were none!

Just as when he had received Han Xin's inheritance, a flood of information surged into Yang Ming's mind. It included the types of swords, methods of wielding them, how to cultivate sword arts, sword maintenance, and the core Green Lotus Sword Art.

Yang Ming pretended to drink to quench his thirst, concealing the fact that his head was spinning.

Intimidated by his ruthless killing earlier, the other bandits merely surrounded him in a tight circle, acting with great caution.

A group of brawny men in their forties and fifties actually dared not confront a six-year-old child.

The scene was somewhat comical.

Yet none of it was funny. Yang Ming had forged his fearsome reputation from the countless white bones scattered across the ground!

Watching these tiger-like wolves all be cowed by him, Yang Ming's chest brimmed with heroic spirit. Inspired by poetry, he drank as he recited aloud:

"Have you not seen how lions and tigers earn their fame by hunting prey, while who pities the helpless deer?"

"The strong have always devoured the weak; even if one has reason, it is all in vain."

Yes.

If Yang Ming and the other two had been captured by the bandits today and sold to nobles with peculiar tastes, who would seek justice for them?

Justice did not lie in people's hearts; right and wrong depended only on strength!

Like a raging wildfire erupting in the mountains, Yang Ming suddenly flung down his wine jar. With a bang, it shattered across the ground.

Yang Ming seemed unable to hold his liquor. His dizzy head swayed, and the mysterious sword in his hand tilted crookedly, but his eyes were cold as icy springs.

As he swept his gaze around, not a single bandit dared meet his eyes!

"Do not ask, for a man has a man's path to walk!"

As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, the encirclement closed in, and some bandits could no longer hold themselves back.

The bandits on the outer perimeter held bows and crossbows. One-meter bolts as thick as an adult's arm shot toward him like a swarm of locusts, carrying chilling killing intent!

"Hahaha!"

Rather than becoming angry, Yang Ming was delighted. Stepping on Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he swayed from side to side, dodging the bolts while swiftly advancing.

"A man's path should be ruthless."

"Deeds and benevolence cannot coexist."

Yang Ming moved like a shadow, his ghostly figure charging into the battlefield.

Spearpoints flashed coldly, and sword light crackled like lightning.

The bandits had already witnessed Yang Ming's terrifying moves. Afraid to face him head-on, they all retreated several paces to escape disaster.

The bandits were not honorable men. Seeing how formidable Yang Ming was, someone immediately pulled out a bag of lime powder and hurled it at his face.

The bag burst open in midair, and lime powder poured down over him like a torrential rain.

If the lime powder got into Yang Ming's eyes, even if it did not blind him, he would be unable to see for the rest of the battle and could only become a lamb awaiting slaughter!

Yang Ming did not retreat. Instead, he advanced, his poem ringing even louder.

"A man's place is on the killing ground, with courage like a bear and eyes like a wolf."

"If born a man, then kill; do not let a man's body wrap a woman's heart."

Yang Ming's figure shifted.

As he leaped through the air, he transformed into incomparably sharp sword qi. The sword was a weapon for killing, and sword qi crisscrossed the air!

The lime powder missed completely, passing through the sword qi Yang Ming had become. Before the horrified eyes of seven bandits in the rear, sword qi came from the east and slit their throats!

Long, grotesque bloodstains appeared one after another. Fine heads flew into the air, and blood sprayed half a meter high!

The headless corpses fell like cards. Behind them, Yang Ming crouched halfway down with his sword in hand, his white robes dyed red with blood and his expression cold and stern.

"A man has never spared his own body; even dying to an enemy, he smiles in acceptance."

"A hundred places of vengeance and battle, and everywhere I wish to lie green with wild grass."

He flicked the sword's blade, and its light rippled like water.

Seeing the remaining bandits in the distance gripping their reins and whipping their steeds as they charged forward with unstoppable momentum, Yang Ming's lips curled.

With a weapon in hand, the urge to kill arose naturally.

Today, he would slaughter without restraint!

"Men, do not tremble. I have a song for you to hear."

Yang Ming's poem was like a death notice. With every line he spoke, sword qi swept forth, and someone was bound to lose his head.

"To kill one man is a crime; to slaughter ten thousand is to be a hero. Slaughter nine million, and one becomes a hero among heroes."

One sword, one spear, sweeping across the battlefield!

He killed until his enemies cast aside their armor and helmets, until they trembled in terror!

Yang Ming slaughtered his way through the entire battlefield. Behind him, human corpses and horse corpses lay mixed together, impossible to distinguish!

This...

Was this still human?

The remaining nine bandits looked at one another, a chill of fear rising in their hearts.

This child, this little boy, was a demon wearing human skin!

If regret medicine truly existed in this world, they definitely, definitely would not have provoked this demon!

The nine bandits turned their horses around and fled in different directions.

They were already terrified, terrified by Yang Ming's slaughter!

However, Yang Ming demonstrated through his actions:

Those who offend me shall be executed, no matter how far away they are!

Yang Ming flipped onto a horse's back and gave no quarter!

"A hero among heroes, walking different paths, seeing through the thousand-year name of benevolence and righteousness, yet letting this life display heroic might."

With one sword strike, he beheaded a mounted bandit from behind. His hot blood had already cooled as Yang Ming's gaze fell upon the head beneath the horse's hooves, and he said coldly:

"I do not love a good name, but an evil name; even after killing millions, my heart feels no remorse."

Gripping the reins tightly, Yang Ming pursued and killed the fleeing bandits one by one, thoroughly uprooting them all!

Standing atop a mass of corpses, Yang Ming felt as though his entire soul had been cleansed, and his thoughts became clear.

In this world, if you did not kill others, others would kill you.

Sometimes, reality was simply that cruel.

Good people never lived long.

Instead, it was the bad people who lived the longest.

Putting away the mysterious sword, Yang Ming felt something stir in his heart and slowly spoke the final line of Killing Song:

"Better to make ten thousand people gnash their teeth in hatred than to leave no one to curse me. Look across five thousand years—where has there ever been a hero who did not kill?"

Watching Yang Ming single-handedly kill every fleeing bandit, Tang San was deeply shaken.

"Yang Ming is so strong!"

Tang San considered himself an elite of the Tang Sect, yet in the battle just now, even after using every trick he had, he had only killed eight bandits. Compared to Yang Ming's brilliant record, it was like comparing a firefly to a candle—utterly insignificant.

However, this did not make Tang San shrink back. Instead, it made him eager to fight.

"Once my Mysterious Heaven Skill advances further, I will definitely surpass Yang Ming!"