69: Chapter 068 My Sword, Only Kills!

69: Chapter 068 My Sword, Only Kills!

Zhou Yan and Zhou Yi found a corner to sit down, and soon a girl in purple brought over jade green wine and richly flavored Demon Beast meat.

Just as Zhou Yan picked up his chopsticks to eat the meat, he heard someone in the loft loudly say, “Isn’t it just the so-called ‘Fiery Flame Invincible Sword’?

What’s so great about that?

To brazenly say, ‘As long as you, Feng Xiaocheng, kneel and kowtow a hundred times on the ground, I will spare your wretched life; otherwise, not only will you be unable to keep your Spirit Sword, but you also won’t be able to keep your head!’ Such arrogance!”

As the person spoke, he tilted his head back to guzzle down wine and tore into the meat with his hands.

His face was filled with bulging flesh that shook with each chew, giving him a somewhat fierce and ferocious appearance.

After he finished, another person continued, “Hahaha, speaking of this matter, it’s absolutely hilarious.

How dare such trash compare to our boss?

Talking about swordsmanship, the Fiery Flame Sword Path pales in comparison to my boss’s.

Given my boss’s reputation in the Dugu Sword Intent, there are few rivals in the Sword Intent Realm.”

“Exactly!”

Another person chimed in, laughing boisterously, “With such talk, before my boss’s Sword Intent even shot out, that man’s sword had not yet been drawn, yet his head rolled off and blood flowed like a river, truly a sight of unwilling death.”

“To think that such a person dares to call himself the ‘Fiery Flame Invincible Sword’, pah!

He isn’t even worthy to carry our boss’s shoes!”

This table of people was either fat, short, or had some extreme features, their faces twisted in ferocity.

Zhou Yan glanced at them, noting how these people loudly flaunted their feats.

He then sensed their gazes occasionally falling on a serene, white-clad woman not far across from them.

In an instant, Zhou Yan knew they were simply trying to attract her attention.

He smiled slightly, saying nothing, just quietly drinking his wine.

Beside him, Zhou Yi had also witnessed this scene and glanced at the distant white-clad woman.

A flash of shock passed through her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe she would encounter such a person here.

However, she concealed her surprise well, quietly bowing her head, no longer looking up or around, seemingly deliberately avoiding something.

Zhou Yan sensed all of this very clearly but did not show it, just continued to drink quietly.

Not far across from them, amongst the group of hideously featured Cultivators, a clear voice laughed and said loudly, “This is all thanks to the brothers’ high regard for the boss, allowing him to gain his current status!

Gentlemen, let’s drink up, to express—”

The only person among the group who appeared quite handsome and suave, a middle-aged man, was speaking when he suddenly paused.

He saw the doors of the loft flung open, as if by a gust of wind.

Two figures, like wraiths, suddenly appeared beside him!

Their speed was so fast it was the ultimate extreme, causing even ‘Dugu Sword Intent Feng Xiaocheng’, the ‘boss’, to sharply constrict his pupils.

The sudden appearance of these two people startled him into a cold sweat.

As the two men stood still, everyone could see they were both dressed in dark gray Spirit Armor Robes, young in age but with similarly unsightly complexions: gaunt and waxen, resembling rotting corpses.

Their ears were tiny, noses were hooked like an eagle’s, some large and protruding.

This made their already small eyes appear as if they had sunk into a vast pit, giving them a skeletal, terrifying look.

Their gaze was venomous, ruthlessly cold and sinister, as if hiding malevolent Sword Spirits, restless and ever fidgeting.

Their bodies were thin, with empty robes fluttering in the wind, accentuating their eeriness.

The two men, almost identical in appearance, were disgustingly ugly; one carried a blood-red sword while the other had a black one.

Both swords, however, seemed to have an invisible stench of corpses, which, considering the dining setting, naturally made many feel nauseous.

Yet, at that moment, no one stepped forward.

The two men gazed down contemptively at Feng Xiaocheng, sweeping unrestrainedly across him, as if appraising something.

Feng Xiaocheng felt a chill run down his spine under such scrutiny, and stood up uncertainly to bow, respectfully saying, “Gentlemen…

I do not know your esteemed names, please forgive my ignorance, Feng Xiaocheng, for not recognizing—”

“Are you Dugu Sword Intent Feng Xiaocheng?”

Before Feng Xiaocheng could finish, he was coldly interrupted by the man carrying the blood-red sword.

His voice was raspy, sometimes audible and sometimes not, like a ghost wailing, making one’s scalp tingle.

“I…

I am indeed Feng Xiaocheng, I am unaware of any offense—”

“Shoo—”

His answer received, the man pointed his sword at Feng Xiaocheng’s forehead.

At such close range, no one saw how his sword came out; by the time the sound ‘whoosh’ echoed, his sword was already aimed at Feng Xiaocheng’s head.

“What is this about, sirs?

Surely you’re not really about to strike?

If there’s been some misunderstanding, I hope you will speak plainly.”

Feng Xiaocheng, though wary of the two, relied on his own reputation; after all, his fame was not unearned, so his expression darkened.

“Do you really think you deserve to be called ‘Dugu Sword Intent’?”

As the Blood Sword man spoke, his Sword Intent flickered, and a tangible force repelled Feng Xiaocheng’s ready sword, sending it clattering to the ground with a muffled sound.

“Ah—this—this—”

“As long as you, Feng Xiaocheng, kneel and kowtow a hundred times on the ground, I will spare your wretched life; otherwise, not only will you not be able to keep your Spirit Sword, but you won’t be able to keep your head either!”

The man declared arrogantly, casting a glance at the white-clothed woman before smoothly retracting his gaze.

Feng Xiaocheng’s face turned green and white, because at the moment the person made a move, he saw a token that he greatly dreaded—a silver name tag of the Li family!

They were, then, the Li family’s “Deadly Dual Swords”!

Having secretly recognized the identity of these two men, his face became extremely ugly, shifting from pale to purple-red.

Finally, with a thud, he knelt on the ground and began kowtowing furiously.

The speed was swift—exactly one hundred times, not one more or less.

This was the method he usually employed to oppress others, and now, it had fallen upon him.

It was a tremendous insult, yet he didn’t hesitate to do it!

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yan took a sip of his drink, shook his head, and lightly sighed, “Such an arrogant person, yet he has survived until now, it turns out it’s for this reason.”

His tone was casual as he spoke, not taking any of the onlookers seriously.

“Pfft—”

Next to him, Zhou Yi couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Her cute eyes curved into crescent shapes.

Zhou Yan’s words were not loud, but the people here were all powerful and naturally turned their gaze toward him.

Especially the two ferocious men, who stared at him with particularly spiteful and narrow eyes.

The man with a blood sword at his waist sneered darkly, “So there is still a master here.

We brothers have been blind!”

“Or perhaps he believes he has the skills to disregard our Li family’s Deadly Dual Swords!”

The man with the black sword at his waist scoffed sinisterly.

“Our brothers, killing for treasure is routine, and we do have some precious items.

As long as you can overcome our swords and our Sword Intent, we will not only give you the Cultivation Resources we’ve plundered over the years, but we’ll also offer our heads.”

The pair, looking like the living dead, stared at Zhou Yan with a fierce gaze as they spoke, seemingly preparing to strike and kill him in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Zhou Yan continued to drink his liquor, continuing to eat his Demon Beast meat, appearing to be completely indifferent to the two men.

But, at this very moment, a voice from outside the loft coldly reached them, “Do you have many Cultivation Resources on you?”

Hearing this voice, Zhou Yan felt it was strange.

He had not expected this person to have arrived in Carefree Main City.

He lifted his head and saw a burly man, carrying a black giant sword as tall as himself, clad in a somewhat ragged black robe, walking over.

His face was chiseled, with sharp features.

His eyes were like deep pools, unfathomable.

He was only at the Peak Realm of Sword Intent First Layer Heaven, appearing as fragile as his thin body, like it couldn’t withstand a breeze.

Yet, such a person now spoke so boldly, and in almost an instant, he drew the attention of everyone around.

“The words just now, were they yours?” the man with the blood sword asked with an icy expression.

The man in black replied, “They were mine.”

“So, you believe that you can take Cultivation Resources from us?!” the man with the black sword laughed coldly.

“Yes!”

The man in black still answered succinctly.

He seemed to be one who spoke sparingly, as if every word was strenuous to say, but each word he spoke was just like a sword, exceptionally heavy.

The man with the blood sword stared at the giant sword carried on the back of the man in black, then his face showed an utterly mocking expression.

“You must be someone from Canglan City or Tianji City, right?

Trash that has only reached the First Layer of Sword Intent, do you also want to snatch resources like the hapless Zhou Wangchen?”

The man, after scrutinizing the man in black’s attire and giant sword, finally couldn’t suppress his laughter, which was filled with indescribable mockery.

“Kid, do you understand Sword Intent?

Come on, show your skills to your senior,” the man with the white sword taunted mockingly.

“My sword doesn’t perform; it only kills.”

The man in black still spoke indifferently.

Then, he looked toward the two cultivators at the Triple Peak State of Sword Intent, with the light of Sword Intent flickering in his eyes as if two swords were dancing.

“These two are as good as dead.”

Zhou Yan took a gulp of his drink and sighed softly.

These two, showing off and seducing women, had crossed Yang Qingtan.

If they don’t die, they deserve to.

Everyone heard Zhou Yan’s words and looked at him as if he were a fool, but at that moment, a light flashed by suddenly, and two heads were already impaled on the giant sword.

“Pupu—”

It was only now that the explosive sound of a heavy sword cleaving through skulls resounded.