I'll Kill Him Right in Front of Your Eyes

To this moment, Wu Jiang still could not believe that the man had struck to kill merely over an inconsequential mortal mute! The Wu and Zhou clans both possessed Void Refining Realm ancestors. Not just across Moon Shadow City, but even across the entire Western Region of Nanjiang, they were factions not to be trifled with. How could a mere half-step Soul Formation dare attack him over a mortal? He couldn't fathom it... Yet Chen Xiaotian had never expected someone who disregarded life and possessed zero empathy to understand him anyway. Right now, his only thought was to kill him as quickly as possible. After all, the enemy's reinforcements would be here any second. Shooting forward, he appeared before the elder in the blink of an eye. Cold sweat drenched the elder's brow. Confronted by Chen Xiaotian's elusive footwork, he found himself hard-pressed to parry even for an instant. Terrifying sword radiance flared ceaselessly. The wooden sword in Chen Xiaotian's grip gleamed with a chilling light—clearly edgeless, yet sending an icy shiver down the elder's spine. Chen Xiaotian's sword was blisteringly fast, every strike brimming with murderous intent. Perhaps from years of carrying out assassinations, his sword strikes were ruthless and lightning-swift! In the blink of an eye, fresh wounds riddled the elder's body. Blood dyed his long robe crimson as his flesh tore open, thoroughly suppressed at every turn. Seeing this, Wu Jiang finally panicked. Hauled along by his collar as the elder dodged frantically, he babbled in a breathless rush: "I am the second son of the Wu clan! As long as you spare my life, I swear I won't hold what you've done today against you!!" "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you!!" Desperate to survive, Wu Jiang emptied every valuable from his storage ring. Yet as sword light flashed, spirit stones shattered into dust and spirit herbs were shredded by sword qi. In Chen Xiaotian's eyes, trying to bribe him with such things was an outright insult. Pfft! A glint of cold light flashed, carving a long gash across the elder's cheek. A bloodcurdling scream tore from behind him. "Aaaagh! Pain! It hurts so much! My ear!!" "I can't hear! I can't hear! I'm deaf..." Wu Jiang had had an ear sliced clean off by that slash, the sword qi boring into the ear and puncturing his eardrum. Before anyone could react, Chen Xiaotian circled around in an instant and swung his blade once more! Two beams of sword radiance flashed. The other ear flew high into the air, and a horizontal slash tore across Wu Jiang's eyes! His eyes burst, dissolving into thick, gory fluid. Piercing shrieks rang through the night sky. Across several hundred zhang of Moon Shadow City, everyone could hear Wu Jiang's hoarse, screeching voice. "My eyes! Aaaaargh! Kill him! Kill him, aaaaaagh!" In blind panic, the youth shoved the elder away and stumbled into the air, trying to fly away and escape. Yet that split-second opening was caught by Chen Xiaotian's sharp gaze. The elder cursed under his breath. Furious as he was, he still spun around and thrust his sword out to intercept Chen Xiaotian! Yet Chen Xiaotian, already turning, acted as though he had anticipated it from the start. Instead of pursuing Wu Jiang as his posture suggested, he unleashed a powerful surge of spatial barrier force that immobilized the elder for a fraction of a second. Before his body even fully turned, the sword had struck! Pfft! The wooden sword ran straight through the elder's chest, blood dripping steadily from its tip. Geng Metal power detonated inside the elder's body, obliterating his internal organs in an instant and shredding his Nascent Soul. Pulling back his sword, Chen Xiaotian gasped for breath, the primal energy within him heavily depleted. "Someone! Anyone! Save me!" Wu Jiang stumbled blindly toward the crowd, but the watching cultivators shot backward in unison with tacit understanding. Though Wu Jiang rampaged frantically down the street, not a single person reached out a hand to help. It showed all too well how arrogantly and cruelly the youth had behaved in the city on ordinary days. Sow wickedness, and one will eventually reap its bitter fruit! Realizing what was happening, Wu Jiang stood in the middle of the street, spinning around as he shouted with terror and frantic despair. Yet... gradually, he lapsed into madness. "Someone save me! Damn you! You bunch of miserable bastards!" "When I get home, I'll have my father slaughter every single one of you onlookers! Kill you all!" Terrified of dying, Wu Jiang took to the air once more the moment the words left his mouth. The strike Chen Xiaotian used to blind him had also violently shaken his sea of consciousness. Now cracked, his sea of consciousness could not muster a shred of divine sense. He was reduced to a truly blind and deaf man. Pitch-black vision, a silent world, and an assassin closing in step by step. Every single element pushed his terror to the absolute brink. In that pitch-black world, the image of Zhou Ze's death flashed through his mind: The severed head flying through the air, the numb and terrified eyes, the spraying blood... Wu Jiang's breathing turned ragged. Now he could only pin his hopes on the elder stalling his pursuer for a few more breaths. "Why aren't our clan's experts here yet! Are they good for nothing?! Useless! Trash!" "If I survive this, I'll execute every last one of those consecrated elders once I'm home! Every single one will die!" Yet right at this moment, the consecrated elders of the Zhou and Wu clans were barely three hundred zhang away. Chen Xiaotian could already see the two cultivators streaking through the air with terrifying momentum. Without time to deliberate, he teleported behind Wu Jiang. With a few swift flicks of his blade, he severed the tendons in Wu Jiang's wrists and ankles! Raising his knee, he slammed it viciously into the boy's spine, snapping it with a sickening crack. Pfft, pfft, pfft! "Aaargh! Urgh...! Cough, cough!" The screams broke off abruptly. Chen Xiaotian hoisted the terror-stricken Wu Jiang by his left hand. Limp and numb, Wu Jiang felt himself dangling in midair from a large hand, and he involuntarily wet himself... Yellow liquid dripped from the cuffs of his trousers. A profound sense of humiliation rose from deep within. Though he could see nothing, he could imagine hundreds and thousands of people watching his disgraceful display. The icy wooden sword rested against his neck, effortlessly slicing his skin. At this point, Wu Jiang knew without a doubt that he was doomed. Turning his head, blood streaming from his eye sockets down his cheeks, he rasped in a trembling voice: "No matter who you are... if I die, you die too!" "Hahahahaha! Go on, kill me! I'll be waiting for you down below!" "Hahahaha! We'll die together! Die together!" Watching this unfold, the onlookers below felt a chill seep into their bones. Wu Jiang was the true madman—thoroughly, rottenly wicked! By comparison, Zhou Ze was merely an unfavored playboy of his clan. Chen Xiaotian licked his lips. The blade in his hand slid forward gently! "Don't! How dare you!" "Stop at once! You cannot kill him!" Chen Xiaotian slowly looked up into the distance. One early Soul Formation, one mid-Soul Formation... "A bit troublesome..." The blade bit deep. Blood sprayed violently as Wu Jiang's head was cleanly sliced off! And yet... "I'll bloody well kill him right in front of your eyes!" Boom! To the very last instant, Wu Jiang's severed face wore a twisted, venomous sneer. Thud. The corpse plummeted from midair and crashed onto the ground. Chen Xiaotian turned on his heel and ran! Transforming into a streak of golden light, he dashed toward the outskirts of the city. Li Guanqi slowly rose to his feet and handed the wine cup back to the woman beside him. Seeing the smile on the man's face, the woman felt her heart quiver. She bowed her head for just a second, but when she looked up, Li Guanqi had already vanished. Only ten high-grade spirit stones remained upon the table.