The manor gates opened.
Zhang Yuan ignored the servant who opened them, walked past him, and looked deeper into the manor. In a garden with an artificial hill, he spotted the wealthy merchant who owned the place, chatting with Mo Huang and a dozen or so cultivators from Nether-Knocking City.
As expected, Nether-Knocking City's Grand Elder, Ying Youzhuo, was absent.
"What exactly are you here for...?"
Seeing Zhang Yuan walk straight in, the servant who had opened the gates grew angry and demanded an answer.
Zhang Yuan still said nothing. The Nether-Illuminating Sword on his back appeared in his hand, and he hurled it with all his might toward Mo Huang and the others.
Boom!
Though slightly shorter than Xie Jingxin's [Gazing into the Netherworld], the Nether-Illuminating Sword was still four feet seven inches long-a genuine greatsword, and exceedingly heavy. Hurled by Zhang Yuan, it shot forth like a cannonball, smashing the garden's artificial hill to pieces, piercing an unsuspecting Nether-Knocking City cultivator, and pinning him to the ground. He died with his eyes wide open.
"Y-you, you..."
The servant was scared witless. He pointed at Zhang Yuan, unable to form a sentence.
Expressionless, Zhang Yuan traversed space to appear beside the greatsword he had thrown and pulled it out of the cultivator's corpse. Blood flowed down the blade, then dripped onto the ground.
"Who are you? Why are you barging into my courtyard?!"
The wealthy merchant, who had been fawning over Mo Huang, was so frightened by Zhang Yuan's murderous appearance that he tumbled straight off his stone stool. He sat sprawled on the ground, his face filled with panic.
"It's you!"
Mo Huang and the others recognized Zhang Yuan. Their eyes widened. "Don't think I..."
Bang!
Before Mo Huang could finish his threat, he hastily rolled off his