Although Yonglian and Yongxu were both in the half-step martial realm, Huang Xiao could still sense that they were far stronger than the deputy gang leader of the Fallen Help from earlier.
That was hardly surprising. As a powerful faction, the Small Buddha Temple generally sent disciples into the Jianghu who ranked among the best in their realm.
"Your urge to kill is too strong, benefactor!" Yongxu said.
Huang Xiao snorted inwardly and raised his brows. "So what?"
His urge to kill was too strong?
How ridiculous. Huang Xiao had never thought that of himself.
Although he had learned the Heavenly Demon Skill, he had exercised restraint. Under ordinary circumstances, he never used it, nor had he ever slaughtered wantonly because of his demonic art.
Deep down, Huang Xiao also feared that killing too many people would affect his disposition.
As for the dozen or so people he had killed today, they had deserved to die.
He had never expected that, in these two old monks' eyes, this would make him someone with an excessive urge to kill.
"Perhaps you two masters don't know who these dead men were?" Zhangsun Youyue spoke up.
"Who were they?" Yonglian glanced at Zhangsun Youyue and asked.
When the two of them entered, they had naturally noticed the masked woman as well. What surprised them was that she was clearly in the same realm as they were, yet she looked quite young.
That meant her background was something they needed to consider.
As for their earlier hostility toward this middle-aged man, that was because they did not know him.
They knew most of the disciples from the Jianghu's major powers, especially those whose strength matched their own. Even if they had never met them, they would at least have heard of them.
Yet they