Chu Qingyun was contemptuous of the na Zhao Chaofeng.
But the people following him looked astonished.
"Zhao Chaofeng? It's really him!"
"Who?"
"A prodigy from over a decade ago. With a single long saber, he defeated all the other geniuses of Fla City. He's known as Mad Blade Zhao Chaofeng!"
"So he's the Mad Blade!"
A smile touched Zhao Chaofeng's lips as he listened to their chatter.
'It seems my reputation as the Mad Blade hasn't been completely forgotten.'
"Boy, today I will offer you to my blade! I'll let you witness the might of my Spirit Level Saber Technique, trained to the stage of Great Success! I will make the people of Fla City rember the na 'Mad Blade' once again!"
"Celestial Frenzy Saber Technique—One Slash, One Death!"
Zhao Chaofeng roared and took the initiative. With a single slash, a chilling saber light condensed into a ferocious Saber Montum that chopped down at Chu Qingyun's head!
More than a decade had passed since Mad Blade Zhao Chaofeng last fought. Many in the crowd behind him stared intently at the slash, not even blinking.
But Chu Qingyun chose that mont to let out an ill-tid yawn, completely shattering the atmosphere Zhao Chaofeng had created.
'With just this paltry Saber Montum, he dares to call himself Mad Blade?'
'So what if he trained a Spirit Level Saber Technique to Great Success?'
'When there's a King Level Sword Technique present, how dare a Spirit Level Saber Technique make a sound?'
"Profound Celestial Divine Pattern!"
"Thunder Sword Montum!"
Without even drawing his sword, Chu Qingyun used his fingers as a blade and blasted out with his Thunder Sword Montum!
Under the furious power of the Thunder Sword Montum, that saber light was instantly crushed to dust!
As for Zhao Chaofeng, he was ravaged by the Thunder Power before being blasted to his death!
One move. Mad Blade Zhao Chaofeng was killed instantly!
In an instant, everyone—from the crowd following behind to the Zhao Family servants hiding in the distance—was frozen in shock, completely unable to accept what had just happened.
A prodigy of his generation from over a decade ago... killed in a single, effortless move by Chu Qingyun!
'Even a Great Xia Dragon Guard shouldn't be this powerful, right?'
For a mont, everyone present looked at Chu Qingyun with eyes full of awe. For the mbers of the Zhao Family, however, that awe was mixed with terror.
Zhao Chaofeng's Martial Soul was a Tier Two Saber Martial Soul, which Chu Qingyun casually devoured without choosing to preserve it.
After being stunned for nearly half a minute, one of the Zhao Family servants suddenly snapped out of it.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but the person dead on the ground was indeed their family's Mad Blade Zhao Chaofeng!
After confirming it again and again, he turned and ran, not looking back, toward the depths of the Zhao Mansion's rear courtyard.
In a quiet courtyard of the Zhao Mansion, twelve people were sitting or standing. Every one of them had a powerful aura; they were all Level Nine Martial Artists!
This was the foundation the Zhao Family had built over the fifty or sixty years since its rise to power.
Over a dozen Level Nine Martial Artists, so cultivated from among the Zhao Family disciples, others recruited from the outside through various ans—they were the backbone of the Zhao Family.
Normally, these Level Nine Martial Artists accepted the Zhao Family's patronage, but did not necessarily live in the Zhao Mansion.
However, with the recent troubled tis, the Zhao Family Ancestor had ordered all the Level Nine Martial Artists to be summoned many days ago.
The servant in gray clothes fled in a blind panic. He tripped over the threshold at the entrance and ca tumbling and crawling into the courtyard.
He was panting so violently that he couldn't speak.
"Finished already? Brother Chaofeng is truly worthy of the na Mad Blade."
"He's just a Level Eight Martial Artist. No matter how powerful the rumors make him out to be, for us Level Nine Martial Artists, dealing with him should be a piece of cake."
"That doesn't seem right. Were the rumors just wild exaggerations?"
A few of them comnted, all assuming that Zhao Chaofeng had undoubtedly won.
After all, they were all very clear about Zhao Chaofeng's strength. Among their number, while not the strongest, he still ranked near the top.
"My lords, Lord… Lord Feng… he…"
The gray-clothed servant panted heavily, unable to speak clearly.
"What happened to Zhao Chaofeng? Speak up!"
"Lord Feng… he was killed by that Chu Qingyun! He was killed in a single move!" the gray-clothed servant said, finally catching his breath.
What!
Zhao Chaofeng, killed in one move!
At once, all twelve Level Nine Martial Artists in the courtyard were left gaping in shock, utterly unable to believe what they had just heard.
But they knew a Zhao Family servant would never dare to make such a joke.
The atmosphere instantly grew heavy.
Earlier, Patriarch Zhao had sent soone with orders for them to capture Chu Qingyun, and Zhao Chaofeng was the first to volunteer.
Who would have thought that the renowned Mad Blade would be killed in a single move!
They had long received the Zhao Family's patronage. Now that there was a mission, they naturally had to complete it.
However, the question of who would go beca a problem.
"How about… we go together?" a more cautious one suggested.
"No!" The suggestion was imdiately rejected. "To deal with a single Level Eight Martial Artist, you want so many of us to attack him at once? If word of this got out, where would the Zhao Family's honor be?"
The one who rejected the idea was another Level Nine Martial Artist from the Zhao Family.
But when all eyes turned to him, suggesting he should be the one to fight, he promptly chickened out and pulled back like a turtle into its shell.
In terms of raw power, he was inferior to Zhao Chaofeng.
After a mont of silence, a burly, bald, and heavyset man stood up. "So what if he killed Zhao Chaofeng in one move? It's nothing special. We two brothers can do it too."
"Just let the two of us go et this Chu Qingyun. We'll capture him with ease!"
After speaking, he glanced at the other burly, bald man beside him, who bore a 90% resemblance to him.
That man also nodded in agreent.
"Haha, with the Mountain and Sea Brothers on the case, Chu Qingyun is certainly no match!"
"Even among all of us Level Nine Martial Artists, no one would dare claim they could win against the two brothers working together. This ti, there shouldn't be a problem."
"The strength of the Mountain and Sea Brothers is no joke!"
Watching the two of them leave, the remaining ten Level Nine Martial Artists felt a little more relaxed.
Soon, under the guidance of the servant in gray, the Mountain and Sea Brothers, Yu Mountain and Yu Hai, arrived at the site of the previous battle.
Chu Qingyun hadn't moved an inch. He was simply waiting there, an act full of blatant provocation.
Upon seeing Zhao Chaofeng's corpse with their own eyes, the two burly, bald n fell silent. They had been hoping it was a mistake, but now, they were forced to accept the truth.
A cold smirk touched Chu Qingyun's lips as he saw two more Level Nine Martial Artists arrive.
'I was prepared for this. Forcing out the Martial Soul Hall's Martial Spirit hidden in the Zhao Family won't be accomplished in one go.'
'But I'm not worried. As long as the Zhao Family dares to send people, I have only one word for them.'
Kill!
'I'll keep killing until they have no one left to send!'
'I'll keep killing until they can't afford to sit still any longer!'
'When that ti cos, they'll have no choice but to show themselves!'
"You're Chu Qingyun? You dared to kill Zhao Chaofeng. Today, not even the Heavenly King himself could save you!"
The burly, bald Yu Mountain glared at Chu Qingyun, his fleshy face twisted into a savage expression.
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