Almost instantly, the old magician’s fingers were cut off, Li Guanyi kicked the elder flying, grabbed a bamboo stick nearby, fiercely tossed it, and nailed the old man to the wall; he spat blood from his mouth, his breath weak. Li Guanyi had emerged from the Great Massacre, having once survived a city’s lockdown.
The frequency and intensity of his fighting were completely beyond what the old magician could match.
In a brief exchange, with full strength unleashed, one died, and one severely injured.
The youth raised his hand to grab the Pine Pattern Sword radiating a red glow.
On the sword’s body, the light of the Chi Xiao Sword changed.
The Divine Weapon of the Red Emperor, even though the Red Emperor had passed, still longed to protect his people.
Li Guanyi reached out, dragging the old magician out, and through gritted teeth, the young man’s voice came forth, "Where’s the child..."
The old magician still had a breath left: "You said, you wouldn’t kill me."
Li Guanyi directly cut off the magician’s right arm.
The old magician wailed and wept, "You said no, you wouldn’t kill me..."
Li Guanyi severed his left arm as well. The sword sound of the Shaoyang Sword was incessant like needles, the Chi Xiao Sword Shadow directly attached from the Pine Pattern Ancient Sword onto the Shaoyang Sword, the murderous aura fervent, pressing against the magician’s forehead, slowly drawing closer, until at last, the latter, out of fear, cried out, "I’ll talk, I’ll talk!"
Li Guanyi, carrying the magician as he had promised, opened the secret door, confronted by a stench that made his body stiffen. White bones were everywhere, the ground like a blood pool, and in each cage was a child, lying against one another.
One child was outside, around three years old by appearance, able to speak.
Sitting in the pool of blood.
With one arm severed.
The child, not knowing what elixir he had been fed, had granulation tissue on the severed arm, as if something was about to grow, yet it had not been treated, and there were maggots, maggots dropping into the blood pool while the child, innocent and ignorant, sat there catching the maggots to play with.
Then, noticing Li Guanyi and the magician, the child extended the remaining arm with an innocent smile:
Suddenly, the magician felt a surge of terror.
He saw the young Taoist’s eyes roiling like storm waves. In the next moment, the magician felt his body hit the ground as the Shaoyang Sword directly pierced through his hundred corporeal points, causing pain like slow torture, so intense he nearly died but was held immobile, until at last it penetrated his head!
The head with white hair exploded into pieces.
Li Guanyi crouched down, gazed at the child, and asked, "Who are you?"
The child responded, "Who am I?"
The death of the magician seemed to trigger some mechanism, with sounds of shouting and killing outside, as one after another, martial artists wielding swords rushed to the scene. The young Taoist looked at those children, his expression softening, and he took off his Taoist robe, wrapping the child in it.
He whispered gently, "Close your eyes, brother will give you a treat, okay?"
The child naively closed its eyes.
Those martial artists had already risen, each with a sword in hand, lunging towards Li Guanyi’s vitals.
This too is the Martial World...
The youth covered the child’s eyes with his hand, turned his back to the attackers, and stretched out his right hand. In the void, black murderous energy erupted violently like a roaring tiger. A dark golden Battle Halberd appeared in his hand, roaring fiercely.
Weapons clashing against it broke into pieces.
The youth stood up, spun around, and the Battle Halberd roared like a fierce tiger.
Fuck the chaotic and disorderly Martial World!
Five heads flew simultaneously into the sky.
The Canggu Taoist, unbeknownst when, stood atop the inn, watching this unfold, his large sleeves billowing.
Mixed with the blood, the youth holding the Battle Halberd stepped out, his hair slightly lifting, resembling an angry tiger, the Ranger’s demeanor completely gone, replaced by the fierce aura of a Military School’s Fierce General.
There were dozens of martial artists ahead, but the young man, gripping the Battle Halberd, strode towards them.
The Canggu Taoist cast his gaze down upon the human world, silent for a long while.
"Zu Wenyuan, your insight is superior to mine."