Once a pillar holding up the heavens, now beaten by ten thousand yuan in the mortal world!

It was all because sixteen huge red characters had been painted on the once snow-white wall.

"Human scum, a disgrace to learning, a beast in fine clothes, unworthy of teaching!"

Behind them was an enormous red arrow pointing toward the alley leading to Grandma Shi's little courtyard.

Zuo Xiaoduo's face darkened at once.

The two were ordinary people, without the slightest cultivation.

But fury surged up in Zuo Xiaoduo's heart.

Would ordinary people persist in hurling abuse for more than twenty years? Would they still be painting slogans after all that time?

What deep-seated blood feud could there possibly be?

No, how could there possibly be a blood feud!

The first thing Zuo Xiaoduo ruled out was that these two were acting on a grievance of their own, but someone must have been directing them.

There was only one purpose to this: to hound this lonely old woman to her death!

Zuo Xiaoduo strode forward and slashed with his sword, shearing off the entire layer of plaster.

Sword light flashed, followed by a crash.

The two cried out in alarm, their tools clattering to the ground.

"You... who are you? What... what are you doing?"

One of them still held a brush, and his handwriting was quite good.

He looked refined and scholarly, too.

Zuo Xiaoduo closed in like a fiend. "Talk. Who sent you here to write this?"

"No one..."

Smack!

Zuo Xiaoduo slapped him. Though he had not used much force, it was already more than either ordinary man could bear. The slap sent the man flying, spinning several times in midair before he fell.

When he opened his mouth, seven or eight teeth tumbled out, leaving his mouth full of blood.

Covering his mouth, he slurred, "You... you're a Martial Artist... the country has rules. Martial Artists