"B-Brother Fang, can you take away from here?"
In Fang Aohan's room, Yang Ziling watched the figure walking toward her and spoke weakly.
"You still want to leave?"
Fang Aohan laughed.
He knew the drugs had taken full effect.
Whether it was the Soft Tendon Powder in the food or the fragrance from the Celestial Fragrance Snake Fruit, both could render a person completely powerless and exhausted. The Celestial Fragrance Snake Fruit was especially insidious. Its pleasant aroma was harmless upon initial inhalation; in fact, it was greatly beneficial to one's spirit, making one feel invigorated. But with continued exposure, not only would the body beco weak, but even the energy and spirit within would be affected and unable to circulate. It was the perfect thod for dealing with won of high cultivation.
Fang Aohan had used this thod many tis over the years.
Clearly, the Yang Ziling before him would be no exception.
At this thought,
Fang Aohan felt a thrill of excitent.
He could no longer hold back.
He walked toward her, step by step.
But, just as he reached out his hand...
A blood-red flash of sword light slashed down.
Before his hand could even touch Yang Ziling,
Fang Aohan was struck.
Then,
there was no "then."
Fang Aohan.
He lost consciousness.
And turned to dust.
"Hmph. You despicable cur. Killing you like this was letting you off easy."
Yang Xiao's figure appeared in the room as he sheathed his Bloodthirsty Sword.
He cursed under his breath.
But when his gaze swept over to Yang Ziling, he couldn't help but stare, dumbfounded.
Because…
Because this stupid woman, even now, hadn't realized she'd fallen into soone's trap. She was still staring at everything that had just happened with a bewildered expression.
Just as he was about to scold her and tell her to be more careful,
a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the center of the Sword Casting Sect's encampnt.
"Who! Who dares to kill my grandson!"
The furious roar
shook Yang Xiao from his thoughts.
With that,
Yang Xiao couldn't be bothered with lectures anymore.
He struck out directly, tapping Yang Ziling lightly.
Instantly, the woman fell into a deep sleep.
Yang Xiao had just picked her up, not yet having ti to carry her on his back, when the door was pushed open.
It was a young woman dressed in red.
The young woman looked panicked, her makeup only half-applied as if she had run over in a hurry. If he were to judge by her appearance alone, Yang Xiao wouldn't have recognized her.
However, what Martial Artists were best at was identifying the auras of others.
Therefore, Yang Xiao knew who this woman was.
Fang Yun.
Fang Aohan's sister.
At that mont, seeing Yang Xiao,
Fang Yun was also stunned. "How is it you? Did Yang Ziling bring you here? Impossible, I clearly told that person to have her co alone..."
"So, you had a hand in this too."
Yang Xiao sneered.
Seeing him smile, Fang Yun knew things were bad. Just as she hurriedly tried to explain, a flash of blood-red light appeared.
This venomous woman who dread of latching onto Yang Xiao
died on the spot,
slain by Yang Xiao's Bloodthirsty Sword.
Not even a trace was left.
And at that mont,
Yang Xiao stopped moving.
He sat down in the room, perfectly at ease.
He knew he was already surrounded.
The reason they hadn't made a move
was because
the strongest among them had not yet arrived.
And this strongest person was the one who had just let out that great roar.
His power level
should be that of a Martial Saint.
'Just a re Low-Tier Martial Saint, yet he puts on such airs,'
Yang Xiao thought to himself.
At the sa ti, he felt a certain disdain for these Martial Saints.
He didn't know what was wrong with them. As soon as they cultivated True Intent, they liked to place it on their juniors. Yanm Changqing was like that, and so was this guy from the Sword Casting Sect.
'Don't they know that boys should be raised with a free hand?'
'If they're protected like this, with no one daring to touch them, how can they ever grow?'
'Besides, if a Low-Tier Martial Saint really runs into a tough nut—like , for instance—I could extinguish even their True Intent with a single strike.'
'They wouldn't even have a chance to manifest their presence.'
'Even if I killed your junior,'
'what could you do to ?'
As these wild thoughts ran through his mind,
a terrifying aura pressed down on him.
Too bad for them, Yang Xiao was completely unaffected. He patted his rear and stood up.
He walked outside.
The main event had arrived.
Not only had he arrived, but all the experts of the Sword Casting Sect at or above the Martial Grandmaster level had also gathered.
Naturally, Yang Xiao had to go see them.
"Which exalted personage has deigned to strike at a junior?"
But before he even stepped out,
an angry voice ca from outside.
It was the ancestor of the Sword Casting Sect.
That Low-Tier Martial Saint.
"Junior? He was indeed a junior. A junior from your family who used despicable thods to drug a woman. I killed him. What, you have a problem with that?"
Arrogant.
That was the first impression Yang Xiao gave them.
The mont he walked out,
without even glancing at the Sword Casting Sect's ancestor, he spoke with such audacity.
If he were a senior expert,
perhaps others wouldn't have thought much of it.
But the person before them was clearly a teenager.
Instantly, everyone present was fuming with rage.
"Insolence! Which family's junior are you? Not only did you barge into our Sword Casting Sect encampnt and kill soone, but you also dare to be disrespectful to the Ancestor?"
"That's right! What are you? A re junior who kills soone and then dares to twist right and wrong? Kneel and accept your death!"
The higher-ups of the Sword Casting Sect began to berate Yang Xiao.
Their ancestor, however, whose red hair was already standing on end with fury, suddenly felt a sense of apprehension upon seeing how young Yang Xiao was.
'To be able to crush my True Intent, he can't be weak.'
'This boy is so young. Could he be the disciple of so powerhouse?'
Thinking of this, he said, "Junior, who in the world are you? Why did you kill my grandson!"
"Can't you tell?"
Yang Xiao raised an eyebrow, speaking with disdain.
He didn't believe this old guy couldn't tell.
With his power, a re scan with his Spiritual Power would reveal Yang Ziling's condition behind him.
'Besides, as his elder, did he really not know about Fang Aohan's behavior?'
Yang Xiao didn't believe it.
"Hmph, so disrespectful. Fine. I don't care who your elders are. Today, I, this Saint, will teach you a good lesson, lest you court disaster without even knowing it."
Contradicted by Yang Xiao yet again,
the Red-haired Ancestor of the Sword Casting Sect could no longer care about what background Yang Xiao might have.
As a Martial Saint, he considered himself a cut above the rest and had never paid any mind to those below his realm.
What's more, this was a junior who had killed his own grandson.
"Oh? Ready to make a move already? Fine by . I'm pretty pissed off myself!"
Of course he was. Fang Aohan had actually dared to plot against Yang Ziling. How could he not be furious?
Besides, these people didn't seem like the reasonable type. Otherwise, they wouldn't have produced a degenerate like Fang Aohan.
And, since he had already offended them...
then...
'I might as well kill them all!'
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