One straight sword, ten mountain bandits.
Ten heads on one blade, the light of the blade stained with blood.
Ji Tang’s sword was thrust into the corpses of the mountain bandits whose blood was still cold, and it glowed even brighter. In contrast, the corpses of the bandits were rapidly drying out.
One by one, Guido sucked the blood from the bandits’ bodies in a chilling manner.
It was time for the last one.
As he raised his sword to plunge, he felt a gust of wind slowly descending from the sky.
“Niko…”
When Ji Tang looked up, he saw a large white bird, flapping its huge and powerful wings, slowly descending.
The white bird was handsome and unlike any other, with a white crown on its head and three long tail plumes that danced freely in the air. In its appearance, it resembles the legendary phoenix bird.
If we were to call it that, it would be called a “luan bird”.
But even if the bird was extraordinary, it would not be in the eyes of Ji Tang, as it was only a beast after all. What really caught Ji Tang’s attention was the black figure on the white bird.
Wearing a black robe on top of the white bird, it had to be said that it was very conspicuous. What was even more conspicuous was the bronze mask worn on his face.
“Gongzi Yu.” Ji Tang slowly spat out three words.
There was no suspicion that someone was impersonating him, no one in the jianghu would dare to impersonate Gong Zi Yu. Just as there may have been thousands of people who impersonated Yuan Jian Yi in the past, but there was only one in ten thousand who impersonated the Demon Prince, there was, shall we say, no one who impersonated Gong Zi Yu.
If a person impersonating a member of the righteous path shows off his authority, he will only get beaten up when he encounters his own father.
But posing as a member of the devil’s path is different. It may not be enough to kill you alone, or even to eliminate the root of the gra*s and reunite your family.
The reputation of Gong Zi Yu is now even greater than that of the Demon Prince, who is a member of the Devil’s Way. Those bloodthirsty a*sa*sins under him are not seen in the jianghu for several months, and they do not dare to speak loudly.
What’s more, if they didn’t have the strength to impersonate Duke Yu, they would have to be chivalrous before they could walk down the road.
“The ‘Blood Swordsman’ Ji Tang, I should be right,” standing on the back of the white phoenix, Qing Yu looked down at Ji Tang from above, “ranked tenth in the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking, the only gra*sroots genius, for killing the monks of Myriad Steps Temple and was wanted by the Great Zen Temple Everyone thought that you were still hanging around in Lingzhou and might have gone to Qingzhou, which was already occupied by the King of Zhenshan, to die. But they didn’t expect you to go the other way, from Lingzhou in the far south to Northern Zhou in the far north. Amazing.”
The so-called gra*sroots are martial artists who have no sect, no background, no teacher, and who rely on their own strange encounters or create their own martial arts.
Ji Tang could be said to be a genius among the gra*sroots, the only gra*sroots figure with no background to make it to the Dragon and Phoenix Rankings in decades, making countless youngsters start believing in legends again.
It’s a pity that such a once-in-a-century character, who had slaughtered the entire monk family of Myobu Monastery, had angered the Buddhist monarchy, Dazen Monastery, to the extent that they wanted to arrest Ji Tang and return him to Dazen Monastery for some Buddhist training, or to ambush the demon on the spot.
He stared down at Qing Yu, who was looking down at him with great scruples, his straight sword clenched in his hand, and said in a deep voice: “What, the head of the Green Dragon Society, who has his hands full of blood, also wants to do justice to Heaven?”
“No.”
Qing Yu leapt off the back of the White Phoenix, ignoring Ji Tang’s vigilance, and sauntered forward to three metres in front of him, “I’m not here to kill you. On the contrary, I am here to recruit you.”
“Solicitation?” Ji Tang asked, stunned, “You’re not afraid of the Great Zen Temple?”
“The Great Zen Temple? Ha,” Qing Yu laughed dumbly, “is that necessary? Do you think the people of the Great Zen Temple will smile when they see the head a*sa*sin, Gong Zi Yu, or will they shout ‘Evil devils and foreigners, everyone must be killed’?”
Hearing Qing Yu’s joking words, Ji Tang himself couldn’t help but feel amused by the slip of the tongue he had just made, for when it came to the blood on his hands, the guy opposite him was much more than himself. When he had killed Tian Bohu, at least a hundred people had been affected, not to mention others.
It was indeed unnecessary to say that he was afraid of the Great Zen Temple.
Thinking about it like that, Ji Tang was a bit moved.
“How about it, do you want to accept my solicitation. It is too much of an exaggeration to say that you need not fear the Great Zen Temple in the future as long as you commit yourself to my ministry. But those in the jianghu who want to take you and send you to the Great Zen Temple to make favours can say that one will die, two will die, until no one dares to come forward.”
Ji Tang’s heartbeat did not show on the surface, but it could not escape Qing Yu’s ‘tortoise mirror’, and he immediately picked up again and advised.
Grasping his opponent’s mood and mind was really a conversation tool, and Kido was even more impressed.
But ——
“I want to see if you have the strength to say that.”
As a reckless person who has fought his way through the Jianghu, Ji Tang does not listen to those rumors and only believes what he sees.
When he said he would do it, he did it, and the straight sword in his hand was stained with blood, the colour of which seemed to be still flowing, like real blood, and with his backhand he was about to cut his opponent’s chest and abdomen.
This could already be described as a sneak attack. However, Ji Tang did not care, if Gong Zi Yu would be wounded or even killed by such a sneak attack, then it would be no more than that, and if he dies, he dies.
“Heh.”
A soft laugh, not knowing whether it was disdain or ease.
The blood knife in Ji Tang’s hand had just been lifted up when it was frozen in place by an invisible strong force, unable to go up and unable to retract.
“This ——”
Just as Ji Tang spat out a word, he felt that he himself was being treated the same way as the knife, and the invisible force that came from all sides prevented Ji Tang from moving an inch.
“What is this?”
The words that came back to him were leisurely, “Qiankun Danyu.”
The “Qiankun Great Shift”, which he had obtained from Zhu Wusi, was not as powerful in Qingyu’s hands, as he did not have that perverse amount of true qi after all. However, in terms of the lightness of manipulation and the ease of movement, Zhu Wusi could not match it.
Especially after the unification of all martial arts in the Ten Thousand Paths Moro, Qing Yu’s mind was able to use the “Qiankun Danyao” without lifting his hands or moving his feet, making Ji Tang, who was still at the Xiantian realm, like an insect trapped in amber, lose all his ability to move.
“How is it, have you seen the power?” Qing Yu said with a smile.
After using all his strength several times, he finally gave up struggling and looked at Qing Yu, who had defeated him without making a move, with horror, fear and awe in his eyes.
Qing Yu smiled as he watched Ji Tang’s emotions change, Ten Thousand Dao Moro secretly unleashed, the invisible power of his mind, slowly eroding Ji Tang’s mind, prying his emotions towards himself.
“I’m convinced ——,” Ji Tang finally uttered these words.
As these words were uttered, the power that had stagnated around him loosened, and Ji Tang, driven by the awe and submissiveness that had inexplicably risen in his heart, slowly bowed and saluted, “Greetings to the Dragon Head.”