Kill!

People always spoke of flashes of inspiration, which meant inspiration only flashed by for an instant. If you caught it then, you caught it; if your attention wandered, you might forget it.

Zhang Junbao had finally found a little inspiration, only for a burst of force to interrupt him.

That was not even the main issue. The main issue was that the two of them had suffered an entirely unprovoked calamity.

Especially for Zhang Qingyuan, who would argue his case even when he was in the wrong-let alone now, when they were in the right, and thoroughly so!

Sword in hand, Zhang Qingyuan slowly stepped forward.

His sharp gaze held a measure of anger as he stared at the nine people before him.

Over a year ago, he could kill a first-rate expert like Zhou Haojie, let alone now, over a year later, when his martial prowess had multiplied who knew how many times over.

The Eight Ultimates of the Divine Province and Jiang Muye stopped fighting at the same time, watching Zhang Qingyuan approach with his sword.

Jiang Muye wore loose, slouching clothes, his high ponytail hanging over his shoulder. With his head tilted, he had the air of a wanderer, and he was rather handsome.

His longsword hung diagonally at his side as he casually displayed his bold, unrestrained manner. "Fight all you want, the eight of you, but why provoke people for no reason?"

The Eight Ultimates of the Central Plains ignored him, however, watching Zhang Qingyuan with grave expressions instead. A white-robed swordsman among them said, "Hmph, sneaking around spying on our duel, yet dressed in Daoist robes. Which school's Daoists are you? Did your elders never tell you that casually disturbing another's duel is a great taboo in the martial world?"

He spoke with righteous solemnity and complete assurance.

You really know how to slap accusations on people.

So we're the ones in the wrong, then? What, are we supposed to apologize to you?

The anger in Zhang Qingyuan's heart grew fiercer. He drew a deep breath and forcibly told himself that these eight were all great heroes, just a little foul-mouthed. A beating would do. No killing, no killing.

Yet Han Jingqiong, the eldest of the Eight Ultimates, added, "Boy, this is between us brothers and Jiang Muye. If you don't want to die, leave at once, and I shall spare your life!"

"Out... in... out... in... out..."

How disgusting was that?

Zhang Qingyuan felt that perhaps not all great heroes were so worthy of admiration. When they turned disgusting, it was truly hard to stomach.

"Hey, boy, my eldest brother is speaking to you. How dare you be so rude?"

Who's being rude?

Me?

"Fine, let me test what you're worth!"

With that, he attacked, sword in hand.

Sword light flashed, but Zhang Qingyuan continued strolling forward.

He wanted to press his anger down, so he had to go slowly.

But this white-robed swordsman clearly did not want him to suppress his anger, coming forward to fan the flames.

"Third Brother, for an arrogant little wretch like this, just sever an arm and teach him a lesson, so he remembers how to conduct himself in the martial world. Spare his life."

Heh, how kind!

Sever my arm to teach me a lesson?

Should I kneel and thank you for your mercy?

Zhang Qingyuan closed his eyes. Thinking he had been scared witless, the white-robed swordsman drove his blade straight toward his right arm.

But the next instant, a flash of lightning streaked past, and the white-robed swordsman stopped dead. Zhang Qingyuan merely turned slightly sideways and walked around him as he remained frozen in his attacking stance.

Jiang Muye seemed to have seen Zhang Qingyuan draw his sword, yet had not clearly seen exactly how he had done it.

Fast. Too fast!

"Third Brother, what's wrong?"

Seeing the white-robed swordsman standing motionless, the other seven instantly panicked.

"Boy, what did you do to my third brother?"

"Third Brother..."

Every one of them burned with anxiety, their eyes stretched almost to splitting.

Yet the next instant, the white-robed swordsman slowly turned. A line of blood burst open across his throat, splashing blood over the ground.

Yes, I couldn't take it anymore.

Heavenly Frost Ultimate Sword, Yue Chongluan, was dead.

The eight of them had originally been disciples of different sects. Highly skilled, bold, and loyal, they had become sworn brothers and made their living upholding justice.

Each had his own supreme art, so after the eight gathered together and made a name for themselves, they gained the title of the Eight Eminences of Central Province.

Jiang Muye stared, dumbfounded. A single fatal sword strike-this man was truly ruthless.

The remaining seven Ultimates were furious. They had intended to spare his life and merely teach him a lesson, yet he had killed their brother.

"Eldest Brother, avenge him!"

"Eldest Brother, avenge Third Brother!"

Han Jingqiong gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. "You strike so viciously, killing our brother. Boy, we cannot let you live. Attack!"

He roared, and the seven surged forward at once.

A palm imprint struck first. This was the second eldest of the seven, known as Thousand Mountains Dusk Palm, whose palm force was as heavy as a mountain.

Facing this palm imprint, Zhang Qingyuan flashed right with Roaming Body Steps, then struck back with a Nine Yang Palm, answering palm with palm!

The second brother met it head-on with his palm, only for the blow to shatter his arm and send him flying.

His chest had visibly caved in. He would not survive.

"How dare you!"

Zhang Qingyuan had no time to waste words on them. If, at first, he had merely wanted to find inspiration for Zhang Junbao and teach them a lesson, now he was here only to kill.

Layered Peaks Sevenfold Force...

Flowing Cloud Iron Fan...

Eight Wastelands Star Orbit Disc...

Jade Pivot Steps...

Thirteen Heartbreaking Pillars...

Bright Silver Spear...

Seeing that two brothers had already died, the remaining six no longer held anything back. They unleashed their supreme arts, swearing to avenge their brothers.

The seven exotic concealed weapons of Sevenfold Force hurtled toward Zhang Qingyuan all at once, only to be blocked by a sweep of his sword.

Then the iron fan spun out a streak of silver light. Zhang Qingyuan merely thrust a finger back, and a bloody hole appeared in the man's forehead.

He struck again, Sword Qi filling the sky and transforming into countless thunderbolts.

Zhang Qingyuan had held nothing back in his previous moves, and naturally, this strike too was an all-out killing blow.

The lethal onslaught of the Thunder Ultimate Sword Technique dazzled the eyes.

In the mere blink of an eye, another two died.

Those two had not even had time to unleash their martial arts. They died before Zhang Qingyuan could figure out what their supreme arts were.

This was killing, not a contest.

So whatever they were, they were.

In a single exchange, five had already died. The remaining three suddenly felt immense pressure, cold sweat streaming down them.

The three halted in time and went no farther, their lips trembling, their backs already soaked in cold sweat.

The three stared at the sword in Zhang Qingyuan's hand. The words "Welcoming Radiance Manor" were cast into its blade.

They knew Welcoming Radiance Manor. It forged good swords.

But this was certainly no famous sword. Its wielder was simply too formidable.

One palm strike, one finger thrust, and one sword strike had killed five people in an instant.

Just then, Jiang Muye suddenly exclaimed, "You're the Twin Ultimates of the Daoist School from Taiqing Palace!"

Hearing this, the remaining three stared at Zhang Qingyuan in disbelief.

"Y-you... aren't you good people? How can you slaughter innocents and massacre men of justice?"

At that moment, the martial heroes hiding by the doorway to watch heard Jiang Muye's words and accused them in shock.

Whew, what fucking morons.

Zhang Qingyuan did not want to speak. Right now, he only wanted to kill those three.

Zhang Junbao took exception. Turning to those fellows spewing filth outside the door, he said, "So good people have to let others beat them for nothing? Good people have to take a beating without talking back and take insults without hitting back? Good people have to let others bully them? What kind of fucking bullshit logic is that!"

Seeing that Zhang Junbao's hand was also on his sword hilt, those outside dared not speak.

Zhang Qingyuan advanced, and the three retreated.

"A misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. We didn't know you two were..."

Before Han Jingqiong could finish, Zhang Qingyuan struck again. Sword Qi flashed past, leaving Han Jingqiong unable to defend himself.

He turned with Roaming Body Steps. Two cold gleams flashed, and the remaining two were likewise caught unprepared and cut down.

He turned back and sheathed his sword.

Looking outside the door, he said, "So after good people are bullied, they have to turn swords into gifts of jade and silk just because someone says it was a misunderstanding?"