Xuanxia

Chapter 709 People you shouldn’t mess with

Hiss!

The gorgeous brocade robe was torn apart by the tip of the iron rod, and blood foam splattered all over the old man's beard, leaving a red landscape painting on the snow.

At the entrance of Tongtian Sect's main hall, Wu Yan calmly put the iron rod back on his shoulder and reached out to wipe the blood from the wound on his face.

At the foot of the hall stairs behind him, there were people kneeling on the ground, all of them were disciples of Tongtian Sect.

As mentioned before, all of them had their tendons in their hands and feet cut, and they were all limp and motionless, covered in blood.

Some of them still had the energy to yell and curse, but more of them were so frightened that they were trembling and dared not raise their heads, and some were already crying out loud.

Wu Yan himself also suffered a lot of injuries, with at least a dozen knife wounds on his body and below, his clothes were cut into shreds, his skin and flesh were turned inside out, which was very creepy.

Of course, both he and Zhu Mei were used to it.

"It's you!"

At this time, the skinny man walked forward with bloodshot eyes, pointed at the old man, and cursed fiercely: "It's you who allowed the young man to commit murder!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The old man coughed up blood, but he didn't even look at the skinny man. He just stared at Wu Yan fiercely: "Xiyu Pavilion killer?"

"There is no Xiyu Pavilion anymore." Wu Yan said calmly: "My name is Wu Yan."

The old man seemed not to have heard clearly. He smiled miserably and said, "Did someone invite you here to kill us? Was it him?"

He looked at the skinny man and said, "How...how come I don't know that Xiyu Pavilion is doing a mission and you have to bring an employer with you?"

"There is no Drizzle Pavilion anymore."

Wu Yan was very patient, but this time his voice was a little louder: "My name is Wu Yan."

The old man looked a little confused.

It was then that Wu Yan noticed that blood was flowing from the other party's ear... Yes, in the chaos just now, he seemed to have deafened the old man. Even if he was not deaf, he probably couldn't hear anything.

So, he stopped talking and turned to the skinny man: "He should be the one who placed the order, but your real enemy is his son."

"Yes!"

The skinny man stared and glanced at the crowd.

When he glared at them, all of them lowered their heads, fearing that they would be targeted.

Although they didn't remember much about this person, most of them had already figured it out - this was the person their Tongtian Sect had bullied, and now he had found a powerful helper.

In the past, Tongtian Sect did do a lot of evil things around Baizeng City.

Their leader is a descendant of the royal family of Fangshu Kingdom. Even though Fangshu has been destroyed now, Dayan is still willing to take care of these old natives a little - after all, they have been rooted in the local area for hundreds of years, and the Western Regions are far away, so local management mostly depends on them.

Therefore, Tongtian Sect was extremely wealthy in terms of both commercial and farm properties.

Their so-called disciples are actually mostly their relatives and friends and younger generations.

It is said to be a martial arts sect, but in reality it is just a group of people who accompany the descendants of the old royal family to play the role of establishing a sect.

It's been so long since Jiang Baichuan got into trouble, and they didn't even know that Xiyu Pavilion had collapsed... Such a magnificent sect was destroyed by Wu Yan, who is only at the sixth level of Wuqiao. It can be seen that they really don't have any abilities and are just a group of playboys raised by local tyrants.

These people have committed so many evil things that even the local governor is troubled by them, so they would ask some killer organizations to help them from time to time.

But I didn't expect that such a "disaster" would happen today.

"That's him! Ma Qiyue!"

Suddenly, the skinny man's eyes lit up, and he strode into the crowd, and soon ran towards a man in his thirties.

The man named Ma Qiyue had been lying in the crowd with his head shrunk. When he was called out, he was obviously startled.

But he was a cultivator after all. When the skinny man approached him, even though his limbs were broken, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. A burst of power burst out of his body. He jumped up out of thin air, opened his mouth, and bit the other man's throat!

The skinny man was startled. The next moment, the pointed iron rod brushed past his face and fiercely stabbed Ma Qiyue's shoulder. Amid his screams, he was nailed heavily into the wooden pillar of the hall. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Ma Qiyue screamed heart-wrenchingly, and the other disciples around him were so frightened that they dared not look up.

Only the old sect leader, when he saw this scene, burst into laughter: "My son is a man of courage! A man of courage! He is worthy of being the descendant of Fang Shu True Dragon! Hahahahahaha!"

In contrast, Ma Qiyue uttered a shrill plea for mercy after screaming.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Please spare my life! Please spare me! I can give you whatever you want!"

“What do I want?!” The skinny man pulled out the horse pistol and thrust it hard against Ma Qiyue’s neck, his features twisted in anger: “You killed my whole family!”

"Kill, kill..."

Ma Qiyue's face was squeezed up in pain and sweaty, but he had to force out a flattering smile: "Fang, can you tell me, yes, which one is it?"

He had hurt so many people that he couldn't even remember who the skinny man was.

The skinny man's eyes turned red, but he showed an extremely miserable smile: "You, don't remember me?"

Ma Qiyue didn't dare to answer, but just smiled apologetically.

The skinny man finally couldn't help it and swung the kitchen knife hard, but he didn't chop at the man's neck, but instead made a long cut on the man's chest.

Ma Qiyue screamed.

Bang.

The kitchen knife fell to the ground.

After chopping the knife and hearing the scream, the skinny man was suddenly frightened. He subconsciously threw away the kitchen knife and took two steps back.

Wu Yan looked on expressionlessly.

At this time, Zhu Mei had come close to him and asked stupidly, "Brother, why did he throw the knife?"

"Killing people is not easy."

Wu Yan said calmly: "Even if you are a killer from Xiyu Pavilion who has learned to kill since childhood, you still need to overcome the psychological barrier - Your Majesty and the Black Hat Man once said that killing one's own kind is against the way of heaven. For someone who has never killed anyone, it is not easy for him to cut like this."

Zhu Mei tilted her head, seemingly not understanding the meaning of these words.

"me……"

The skinny man looked at Wu Yan tremblingly: "I can't do it..."

Wu Yan said calmly: "Then don't kill him."

"But I still want to kill them." The skinny man showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "It has come to this! If they don't die, what should I do?"

Wu Yan didn't say anything.

"Can I ask you for help?" The skinny man trembled and begged: "Kill them, I can do anything you want!"

"I……"

Wu Yan opened his mouth and was about to emphasize again the fact that he was not killing anyone now.

But before he could say anything, Ma Qiyue became panicked.

"No, you can't kill us!"

He shouted in panic and fear: "Take everything you want! But you can't kill us! Kill us, and you will be finished too!"

"You'd better leave now and get as far away as possible!"

"If you mess with Tongtian Sect, you will offend the wrong people!"

"He...will definitely make you pay the price!"

(End of this chapter)