"All three at once?"
Gan Yu narrowed his long eyes again, swept his gaze over Lian Youming's face twice, then suddenly burst out laughing, rocking back and forth as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world.
"Pfft... hahahaha..."
But though he laughed, there was not a trace of amusement in his eyes. There was more mockery, malice, and viciousness.
"You really are tired of living!"
This purple-robed Taoist had reached foresight perfection many years ago. Though the other two were somewhat less accomplished, they were not far behind.
Yet Lian Youming, an up-and-coming newcomer, actually imagined he could fight all three alone.
Gan Yu kept laughing.
Lian Youming remained impassive and turned to Situ Wudi. "You don't mind if I take this grudge off your hands?"
Situ Wudi shrugged, let his imposing aura dissipate, and gestured for him to proceed.
Lian Youming nodded, then lightly waved his hand.
At once, the various schools and sects on both sides of the long street all backed away, leaving them room.
Seeing that Lian Youming apparently meant it, Gan Yu stopped smiling. "Good! That saves me some trouble! Today, your life will pay for my two children's lives!"
Lian Youming wore casual everyday clothes, his neat, short hair thick and stiff as spears and halberds.
With the alliance about to be formed, ordinary fighting would only wear down everyone's fighting spirit. He had to end this swiftly, with overwhelming force.
Moreover, according to Gan Yu, thirteen people had gone to the Thirteen Provinces to challenge the various schools and sects. This move alone offered a glimpse of the coming catastrophe.
Thirteen people in the open-who knew how many more were in the shadows?
Besides, once the martial world fell into turmoil and people from all sides rushed to help, these