Why do I have so many masters?

"And the so-called heroes," they tell those people that this world is gentle, to blind them from the true nature of this world, to strip them from the instincts of fighting for their lives."

"You, you're killing them!"

The youth was half-kneeling on the ground, his palm bracing against the rain-soaked earth.

Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, blending with the rain to stain his reflection with a blurred menace while the corpse beside him stared blankly at him.

The innkeeper spoke, Sword in hand, stepping forward slowly.

He stopped in front of Wang Anfeng, his thin sword raised in his palm, resting on Wang Anfeng's neck.

Yet Wang Anfeng made not a single move.

The innkeeper chuckled coldly and took a deep breath, thinking to himself:

A hero is better off the more he faces death.

He exerted force on his wrist, ready to tear open Wang Anfeng's neck when Xue Qinshuang, who was being restrained by others, jerked her wrist. The hilt of her sword shot out, striking the man's shoulder heavily without him noticing, knocking his longsword upwards.

A pallor crossed the innkeeper's face, and his longsword was deflected.

The young girl's longsword unsheathed, its edge humming softly as it cut through the curtain of rain. The several Eighth Rank martial artists surrounding her couldn't react before a circular sword light swept across their necks. And in that moment, before the tea scholar could react, there were flashes of thunder in the sky and, atop the mountain peak, the sword's glow rivaled the thunder.

The longsword pierced into the chest of the tea scholar in an instant.

The man's pupils contracted slightly, and before he could speak, Xue Qinshuang's longsword was enveloped in frost, the chilling cold surged into the tea scholar's body, extinguishing his life force instantly.

Xue Qinshuang stepped back, her longsword withdrawn.

The tea scholar, along with the five or six Eighth Rank martial artists around him, collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

They say if one does not sing or fly for three years, when he does, he astonishes the world and soars to the heavens.

A one-strike kill.

The assassin's sword!

Every one of the Danfeng Valley elite martial artists who could duel with Wang Anfeng for over fifty exchanges, including a Seventh Rank warrior who was half a step into the Middle Third Rank, perished in less than a moment's time. So swiftly that the people mired in the chaotic fight around had yet to notice. Xue Qinshuang seized the moment to grab Wang Anfeng, who was half-kneeling in the rain, and leapt up, rushing towards the cliff.

In his daze, Wang Anfeng's hand could not grip the wooden sword tightly, it slid out and fell into the rain, resonating with a clear buzz.

From a distance, a Taoist holding the Mysterious Copper Mirror sighed:

"The assassin's sword, unexpected and deadly. It not just takes a person's life but could annihilate an entire piece of Heaven and Earth."

"It turns out to be the descendant of the Xue Family who killed the Ancestral Dragon, no wonder there is no one around to protect her."

Atop the mountain, Xue Qinshuang rose into the air. Although she had not reached the Middle Third Rank, her qinggong was extremely powerful. Despite the sheer cliff, it was enough to save her life. The situation was more chaotic than she had anticipated. Continuing any further, she feared she could only save herself and would not be able to escape from this desperate situation while carrying another person.

Seizing the opportunity, she reached the cliff's edge in an instant, ready to jump off and flee when suddenly a ferocious qi burst from below, striking upward without any prior warning. The attacker was clearly a high-ranking expert of the Middle Third Rank.

Xue Qinshuang clenched her teeth and tossed Wang Anfeng up to dodge the attack, but she herself was out of options to retreat.

That palm struck Xue Qinshuang's abdomen heavily,

The vigorous qi erupted from her back, tearing through the clouds; such disturbance could not be overlooked by anyone above. The woman who had attacked had a slight smile on her lips as figures emerged one after another, nearly ten of them stepping through the air, all Middle Third Rank warriors. The man leading them, imposing and regal, laughed out loud:

"My fellow fighters have had a good time, does the Fire Refining Sect wish to join in this fray?"

'Chu the Grim Reaper' had his expression change dramatically, swiftly retreating and scanning his surroundings. Many of his disciples had perished, and those still alive were all wounded. His expression cold as ice, he gritted his teeth and said: Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire

"Wei, Zhang, Kong..."

"Hahaha, indeed, it is I!"

Meanwhile, the Fire Refining Sect's Fifth Rank expert who had ambushed Xue Qinshuang was about to withdraw when Xue Qinshuang suddenly gathered her strength, her abdomen's qi pulling him back and preventing an immediate retreat. At the same time, a short dagger appeared out of nowhere in her left hand. With a flick of her wrist, she struck directly at the woman's neck.

Her inner strength was clearly only around the Seventh Rank, but this move had already captured the elegance of an expert above the Fifth Rank. There was even a hint of an indescribable, mysterious 'flavor' to it.

As if the moment the dagger was thrust, it was destined to hit a vital spot.

No retreat.

No avoidance.

No survival!

Like a sudden flash of dark lightning, even the Fifth Rank internal force cultivation and the Fire Refining Sect's external kung fu body tempering could not prevent the woman's spine from being instantly severed. The Middle Third Rank martial artist's vigorous qi and blood seemed to endure years of torment in an instant, dissipating without a trace.

From then on, Xue Qinshuang's complexion lost all color, her legs weakened, and she half-knelt down. After struggling for a moment, she couldn't hold back and coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood that fell onto Wang Anfeng, who had fallen to the ground before her.

The normally dull eyes of the youth suddenly ignited with a burst of flame.

The usually tranquil Mixed Yuan Skill suddenly began to rotate wildly.

...............

'Chu the Grim Reaper' looked at the formidable man in front of him with an icy expression and asked, "Does the Fire Refining Sect also wish to claim a share of this chaos?"