From ancient times to the present, there had been records of True Dragons and immortals dying at ordinary people's hands, never mind experts at Condensing the Core or Grandmasters being hunted down by those beneath their level.
For instance, late last year, a veteran Core Condensing expert in Hebei had been stabbed clean through in bed by an enemy's granddaughter, becoming the laughingstock of the entire world. And among the several Core Condensing experts who had broken into the Jing'an Directorate's Black Tower and died midway through last year, one had fallen to the water whip of a Black Sash who had only just opened two extraordinary meridians, thanks to a simple Four Aspects formation.
Even so, such things were exceedingly rare. Otherwise, word of them would never have spread.
Returning to the present, after killing Zuo Youxian, Zhang Xing staggered out of the boat, planted the long sword upright, raised the short sword, and circulated his True Qi to shout those words. For a moment, the entire stretch of the Huai River seemed to fall silent.
But only a moment later, it seemed to boil over again, erupting in an uproar.
Boats large and small surged forward, while everyone on shore craned their necks to look. Du Pozhen boarded a boat himself, and Sha Datong personally took the oars, ferrying the little craft over... Within moments, the bodies of Zuo Youxian and Zuo Caihou were carried out, and Du Pozhen helped Zhang Xing aboard with his own hands.
"My True Qi is exhausted. I shouldn't stay on a boat," Zhang Xing instructed as soon as he boarded. "Thanks for the effort, Old Du-get me ashore... I've made an awful mess of that fishing boat. Don't forget to compensate its owners..."
"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Before Du Pozhen