Come On, Chop Me to Death

Lin Changkong stepped out of the house. Seeing the shattered gate and Zhang Qingfeng blazing with fury, he frowned slightly.

"What the hell are you barking about?"

Zhang Qingfeng's face twitched as he pointed at Lin Changkong and roared, "Lin Changkong, you've got some nerve! You actually dared to openly murder a sect disciple. Today, I'll uphold justice and rid the sect of a scourge like you.

"Don't try to deny it. Do you dare say you didn't kill Su Qingqing, a disciple of the Servant Courtyard, today?

"You are so arrogant, so recklessly bold, so utterly contemptuous of sect rules. You truly deserve to die!"

Zhang Qingfeng roared, deliberately raising his voice and empowering it with spiritual energy so it would clearly carry into the surrounding courtyards.

That way, he could seize the moral high ground.

Such a huge commotion naturally drew the surrounding disciples over. When they saw Zhang Qingfeng confronting Lin Changkong, many were slightly surprised at first, but their expressions soon became intriguing.

Many people knew that Lin Changkong and Zhang Qingfeng had clashed before. Quite a few had even been hoping the two would face off head-on, especially the older disciples whom Lin Changkong had crushed beneath his heel.

They had all been wishing for Zhang Qingfeng to act sooner, give Lin Changkong a proper lesson, and restore some face for them.

Now that they had finally seen Zhang Qingfeng make his move, every face brimmed with excitement.

Hong Ye came at the sound. She stared coldly at Zhang Qingfeng and said, "What the hell is wrong with you, Zhang Qingfeng? If you want to fight, fight me. Stop barking like a dog here."

Zhang Qingfeng snorted. "Hmph! Hong Ye, stop twisting black into white. Lin Changkong bullied the weak with his strength and slaughtered Su Qingqing, a disciple of the Servant Courtyard. The evidence is ironclad.

"Such conduct is too atrocious for heaven and earth to tolerate. Today, I will uphold justice and kill this scourge.

"What? Are you still going to shield this murderous fiend? Could it be that you're birds of a feather with him?"

Zhang Qingfeng continued to occupy the moral high ground, looking every bit righteous and awe-inspiring.

Lin Changkong only found it amusing.

When he had entered the Outer Sect, Zhang Qingfeng had used his status to oppress others and incited people to attack him. Zhang Qingfeng had never called that bullying the weak with strength, yet now he stood here in righteous indignation accusing Lin Changkong of it.

The cultivation world had no shortage of double-standard dogs either.

Besides, the Mystic Moon Sect people had appeared far too strangely during the trip to the Flood Dragon Gang. Someone must have sold out their whereabouts; otherwise, Xuan Ling could not possibly have known his cultivation at the time.

He had thought of Zhang Qingfeng back then, but he simply could not be bothered to say it.

And now, before he could settle the score with Zhang Qingfeng, Zhang Qingfeng had actually dared to come knocking.

Hong Ye was somewhat surprised. Lin Changkong had killed a Servant Courtyard disciple? Was her junior brother really this arrogant?

Just as she was wondering about it, Lin Changkong gave a chuckle and said, "That's right. I killed Su Qingqing."

"Since you came to take revenge, there's no need for more nonsense. Today, we'll decide both victory and defeat, and life and death!"

Lin Changkong drew the Crimson Flame Saber with a backhand motion. Spiritual energy covered it, and scorching heat swept out as he strode straight toward Zhang Qingfeng.

He had no intention of explaining himself.

If he still needed to explain, then what was the point of cultivating?

I got cheats so I could crush you, not so I could explain myself to you.

At Lin Changkong's words, everyone gathered around was aghast. He had actually killed a Servant Courtyard disciple inside the sect.

Wasn't that far too brazen?

It was not as though such things had never happened, but others had always done it in secret and then covered it up afterward.

But him? He admitted it outright in public, then immediately drew his saber to start chopping people.

Hong Ye also looked at Lin Changkong in surprise. She had not expected him to say it so bluntly.

Even his arrogance was so confident, so open and aboveboard.

And, honestly, it did have a certain distinct charm.

Zhang Qingfeng's gaze was icy, but as he watched Lin Changkong walk directly toward him with saber in hand, he suddenly began to feel uncertain.

If Xuan Ming and Xuan Ling had truly been killed by Lin Changkong, without Hong Ye and Zhou Yue helping him, then Lin Changkong's current strength was likely even greater than he had imagined.

He was not absolutely certain he could kill Lin Changkong.

"Hmph! Lin Changkong, I'm not some madman like you who disregards sect rules. I will kill you, but not here. If we fight, we fight on the Life and Death Stage.

"This afternoon, at the third quarter of the hour of the Goat, on the Life and Death Stage, it will be either you or me. Do you dare accept?"

Zhang Qingfeng abruptly changed his tone, employing a delaying tactic. His purpose was nothing more than to return and make further preparations, increasing his odds of victory.

Lin Changkong laughed.

"It's not that I don't dare. It's that you don't. You came to my door but don't dare fight directly. You're this spineless, yet you're still putting on an act? What the fuck are you pretending for?"

Zhang Qingfeng's heart convulsed violently. Lin Changkong had exposed his thoughts before everyone, and his face felt as though it had been slapped.

Yet he still argued, "Stop trying to twist things. I'm only following sect rules. I, Zhang Qingfeng, act openly and honorably. I'm not someone who bullies the weak with strength like you.

"I'm giving you half a day to prepare because you're a new disciple. Otherwise, I'd kill you right now."

Lin Changkong smiled. "Then you don't need to give me time to prepare. I want to fight right now. Come on, chop me to death."

Lin Changkong chuckled. Spiritual energy erupted from him, and the Crimson Flame Saber began burning like fire. Its searing aura sent the surrounding temperature soaring.

His presence surged without pause, swiftly reaching the peak of the Qi Gathering Seventh Level. The powerful pressure made every older disciple around him turn solemn, their hearts pounding in alarm.

"That aura has definitely reached the Qi Gathering Seventh Level. How many days has he even been in the Outer Sect? How is he already this terrifying?"

"It seems the rumors weren't exaggerated. Zhao Lingfeng was probably really defeated in an instant by him. This aura is far stronger than Zhao Lingfeng's."

"That rate of improvement is terrifying!"

Cries of shock rose all around. Zhang Qingfeng's heart raced even faster. The power Lin Changkong was releasing made him feel increasingly less confident.

But he had been the one to seek out Lin Changkong. If he retreated now, he would lose all face.

Riding a tiger with no way to dismount, Zhang Qingfeng's expression became incomparably ugly.

"You don't dare, do you? Since you don't dare chop me, then I'll chop you!"

Seeing Zhang Qingfeng hesitate, Lin Changkong chuckled and charged at him with his saber.

Scorching saber energy burst forth in an instant, sweeping horizontally toward him.

Zhang Qingfeng hurriedly drew his long saber and slashed out as well. With a clang, the saber energies collided, spiritual energy howled, and a ring of spiritual ripples spread outward.

Zhang Qingfeng felt a tremendous force crush down on him. His footing faltered, and he staggered back five steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

"What?"

Zhang Qingfeng's heart sank as shock flooded him.

But Lin Changkong gave him no time to think. As one saber strike fell, the second came chopping down like lightning.

Unable to evade, Zhang Qingfeng unleashed all the power of the Qi Gathering Eighth Level. With an angry roar, he met Lin Changkong head-on.

Clang!

The second collision carried even greater force. Zhang Qingfeng was driven back another five steps, while Lin Changkong did not move an inch.

As Zhang Qingfeng's heart pounded wildly, the third strike swept toward him again.

He roared and slashed out, but his feet still staggered as he retreated another five steps.

Three strikes, and his disadvantage was laid bare!

Watching Zhang Qingfeng get forced back step by step, everyone present—especially the older disciples who had held such great expectations for Zhang Qingfeng to harshly suppress Lin Changkong—contracted their pupils and froze where they stood.