Chapter 1039: Chapter 64: Blade Madman, the Blade Madman of Great Qin!

The Beimang Swordsman sighed: “In this case, I am not as good.”

At that moment, the blade in the hand of the Blade Madman vibrated slightly. The technique of Qi Mechanism stacking, which he had stolen from the elders of Qunxing Pavilion, exerted immense pressure on his body. Previously, he had relied on the Golden Bell Shield to forcibly suppress the vibrating blood and forcibly drive the blade technique.

Now, because the head of the Huangfu Family and others were returning, the combat will of the two elders suddenly dissipated. Wang Anfeng, experienced in battles, naturally wouldn’t miss such a great opportunity. Grasping the blade in his right hand, he suddenly slashed down fiercely.

The dispersed Blade Qi around gathered into one.

It was an undisclosed secret of the Qunxing Pavilion from the outer regions!

The Mo Blade was damaged, but now, the broken blade was replaced by a condensed Blade Gang, cold and clear as the moon. With a slight pause, it then swung heavily downward.

Ripples bloomed layer upon layer; the yin-yang phenomena, having reached their limit, continuously vibrated and changed, then shattered directly under disbelieving gazes, spreading fine crystal-like “fragments” over the entire District Market.

The portion of Blade Gang that had not dissipated transformed into a surging power, pressing down immensely.

The two elders, unprepared, spurted blood from their mouths and were heavily struck to the ground. Blade Qi cut across, and the vast training ground was directly swept over by the sharp and unmatched blade light.

The Blade Madman immediately landed.

The airwaves vibrated, rotated, and exploded from his feet with a loud blast, which continued endlessly. The previously intact training ground instantly turned into millions of tiny stones, lifted by the shock, with dust spreading like waves.

A clear and lasting blade hum arose and suddenly stopped, lingering.

The gaze of Bei Mountain Lord became stagnant.

His aged eyes were filled with a streak of blade light.

The airwaves slowly dissipated.

Everyone stared intently at the center, their gaze suddenly freezing.

In the center of a ruin, two Western Region masters, who had once killed a Grandmaster with joint efforts, stood stiff and dumbfounded.

At the throat of the fat elder, there was a deep mark, while the damaged Mo Blade was now halted just before the brow of the slender elder.

At this point, the long-lasting blade hum dispersed.

Everyone had just accepted Bei Mountain Lord’s statement of ‘inviting you into the trap’, but the situation had swiftly changed. Now, they finally understood that the Blade Madman hadn’t thought of such things at all; he simply fought with all his might.

Battle result—

Top-tier techniques from outside the realm, Yin Yang Great Wheel, broken.

Wang Anfeng’s chest burned torridly as if on fire.

At this moment, he did not intend to take advantage of the momentum to cut down the slender elder as well. However, after that last strike, his insides were already hollow, as his Inner Qi was exhausted, and his Qi Mechanism was absent. The side effects of using Qunxing Pavilion’s top-tier technique began to appear, his blood surging, and he was barely holding on at this point.

He lifted his eyes to look at his opponent.

The slender elder was breathing heavily, no longer with the ethereal ghostly aura he had before.

Finally, the Mo Blade moved away bit by bit.

In the quietness, everyone heard the indifferent voice of the Blade Madman:

“It seems you are still not my match…”

From the sky, several Qi Mechanisms took form, landing on the ruins. Their faces were those of the heads of the Huangfu, Xuanyuan, Xiahou Noble Clans, and the Great Elder of the Dongfang Family. Each person’s Qi Mechanism was extremely profound, standing at the peak of the Fourth Rank, a first-rate expert’s realm.

The crowd finally recovered from the shock, holding their weapons in reverse to salute.

After a chorus of salutations to the seniors and heads of families, the place returned to silence, which was filled with the relief and gratitude of having narrowly escaped death.

Therefore, the footsteps that suddenly sounded stood out sharply at this moment.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads to look.

Dressed in black stained with blood, the Blade Madman, looking almost on the verge of death, walked forward without bothering with the four people who had just returned, nor caring about these four first-class figures of the Jianghu.

The crowd first felt he seemed excessively arrogant.

But immediately fell into silence, unable to speak a word, with not even a trace of discontent; it seemed completely justified somehow.

At this moment, the elder, seemingly shaken, suddenly took several steps forward, shouting sharply: “You have also killed a Grandmaster! You can’t fool me… on you is what remains before a Grandmaster’s death, you have also hidden your Cultivation!”

This voice was sharp, full of resentment and unwillingness, unable to accept the sudden violent death of a decades-old close friend, grasping for excuses.

Because it was quiet around at this moment, the voice traveled far. Many Martial Artists present were almost shaken to dizziness by such news.

Gazes gathered once more on that back figure.

Wang Anfeng did not want to face any of the four major families; he continued walking. Although he had the Golden Bell Shield protecting him, his injury was far from the seemingly fatal extent that others believed, but it was also not light. If he didn’t leave now, in a while, when his blood and Qi surged again, he might not even maintain his appearance, revealing his true form.

When he heard this sentence, he initially did not want to respond, but for some reason, he suddenly thought of what Uncle Li had said—the matter of his father nailing the Great Grandmaster.

Then he thought of the Sword Forging Valley that claimed the Divine Weapon, causing his parents’ demise.

He also thought of the direct opponent that severely injured his parents, the Star Palace.

And he thought of the White Tiger Hall, with whom he had a feud…

At this moment, having fought to this point, he felt that ever since he carried titles such as ‘Young Master of the Divine Martial Mansion’ and ‘Guardian of the Fufeng Library’, he had never been so exhilarated and never felt so unfettered; the bloody taste still lingered by his mouth, killing intent spread, a series of faces and names flashed silently in his mind, and he grasped tighter onto his blade.

Li Yinxiang leaned partially out from the thirteenth floor of the tall pavilion, his hair tousled by the wind, watching that back. Standing there, he seemed like someone from another world, spine straight, looking shabby yet still like a bloodstained blade.

The cloud and fog phenomena in the sky were shattered by the last cut, water vapor descending.

Li Yinxiang stretched out a palm, feeling a slight chill.

It began to snow.

Wang Anfeng closed his eyes briefly, sheathed the remnant blade. His thoughts turned exceptionally fast, too fast for others to detect, so in their eyes, the Blade Madman’s steps never ceased, walking forward steadily, his voice as indifferent as before, saying:

“Only after drinking fully of Grandmaster’s blood, one feels satisfied…”

“With merely one, what is worthwhile to speak of?”

The entire scene went silent.

The Grandmaster phenomena in the sky were shattered by his last strike; the water vapor turned to snow, fluttering down, covering the entire Xiong City, where all over, the low exclamations of its citizens could be heard.

This was the first snow of the coming winter.

PS: Today’s two-in-one chapter delivered…

Eighty-six hundred characters…

Suppressing peers, blade breaking Grandmasters.

Blade Madman, has arrived!

Thank you, Zeniant, for the reward of eleven thousand, thank you