Zhang Deming's body collapsed limply.
Li Ping'an calmly turned and walked toward the side hall.
"Big brother..."
Zhang Dehai hurried over at the sound.
"What happened?"
Suddenly, cold sweat broke out down his spine.
The flying sword Fine Rain shot straight at the point between his brows.
Zhang Dehai instinctively raised his hand.
His cultivation was no match for Zhang Deming's, and Fine Rain pierced his palm.
Bright red beads of blood trickled down.
But that was all.
Only, behind him, a flash of a saber swept past without a sound.
Tap, tap, tap, tap!
The footsteps continued, while screams rose one after another throughout the courtyard.
Hearing the commotion, Zhang Deshan hurriedly shoved the weeping girl aside and pulled on his trousers.
He was just about to rush out when a sword shot through the gap in the door.
Zhang Deshan failed to react in time, and the Drizzle Sword plunged into his lower abdomen.
Fortunately, he caught the remaining half of the blade in time.
Boom-!!
The next instant, tremendous force blasted the entire door open.
Li Ping'an brought his saber down.
Even with skin of bronze and bones of iron, Zhang Deshan could not withstand the Fusang Saber.
One slash sealed his throat.
Li Ping'an casually picked up a piece of cloth from the floor and wiped the blood off the blade.
Suddenly, something felt wrong. The cloth seemed to carry some warmth.
It seemed to be... a dudou.
"...Sorry."
Li Ping'an set the dudou down.
Ignoring everyone else's screams, he unhurriedly carried out the plan he had settled on long ago.
The entire courtyard was exceptionally clear in his mind.
The four Zhang brothers fell into pools of blood, one after another.
The Fusang Saber, armor-piercing.
The Knight-Errant Brush, enchantment.
On top of that, he