Sweeping Through Martial Arts: My Clone's Extraordinary Talent

The Heaven-Splitting Blade Technique is truly amazing!

Shen Han thought to himself, even the former hall master of the Long Saber Sect admired him, but this saber technique was nothing in the eyes of Ning Xinxi and her servant. Just how strong were those two?

"Mr. Wen, shall we continue?"

Shen Han said this deliberately.

"you……"

Wen He, barely managing to muster his last breath, said, "There are few in Sanhe County who can fight me to a draw. Let's end it here for today. Farewell!"

With his left arm injured, he was already at a disadvantage and had no intention of continuing the fight.

puff!

The next moment, he stomped out the fire, leaped up, and rushed out of the temple gate.

Where there is life, there is hope.

The two good-for-nothing disciples are dead, but I must survive so that I can have hope of revenge in the future.

Shen Han certainly wouldn't let Wen He succeed; letting a tiger return to the mountain was not in his nature. He immediately mustered his strength and chased after him.

With a few flips, he stood in front of Wen He again.

"Does Your Excellency truly intend to fight me like a cornered beast?"

Blocked and unable to escape, Wen He coldly snorted, "If we fight to the death, the outcome is still uncertain!"

Shen Han laughed: "Mr. Wen, you misunderstand. To be honest, I'm just like you. I only want money."

"I can give you silver..."

"Is that so?"

"And Han Zhengming, the three thousand taels he brings later are all yours!"

"No, no, let's split it in half."

"Um?"

Wen He was taken aback.

Alright, here's your chance!

While Wen He was still in a daze, Shen Han made his move, unleashing another incredibly powerful Sky-Splitting Blade Technique.

"No……"

Wen He was terrified and hurriedly raised his long sword to parry.

clang!

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

In that instant, he had no idea that Shen Han would launch a sudden attack, and with his arm injured, he could only muster less than 20% of his strength.

Click!

A loud bang.

The heavy iron scimitar struck with tremendous force, cleaving Wenhe's longsword in two.

"Spare me..."

Without his weapons, Wenhe was terrified.

Shen Han ignored him and, with even greater speed, slashed at Wen He's head without hesitation.

Swish!

Without a doubt, Wenhe's head flew into the air.

Blood splattered all over the ground.

This former leader of the Long Saber Sect met his end outside the Golden Buddha Temple in the darkness of night.

"Thankfully, it was a close call."

Shen Han put the scimitar into the bronze mirror and felt relieved.

If he were to engage in a head-on fight with Wen He, he might win, but he would never be able to kill him so easily. Therefore, he deliberately said those words just now to distract Wen He and create a fleeting opportunity for a fatal blow.

"Let's see what's on the three of them."

Next, Shen Han began to loot the corpse with practiced ease; this was an action he was already used to.

The three of them had only a little over ten taels of silver on them.

"They don't seem to have much money, huh? What's this...?"

After searching for a while, he suddenly pulled out a white cloth from a hidden compartment in Wenhe's sleeve.

The surface was covered with dense writing.

However, the fire had gone out, so it wasn't very clear.

"I'll take a closer look when I get back."

Shen Han stuffed the silver and white cloth into his pocket, glanced at Huang Tie, and without lingering, quickly disappeared into the darkness outside the temple gate.

The abandoned Golden Buddha Temple has finally regained its tranquility.

Huang Tie's mouth dropped open, still shaken. What had happened today was more than anything he had experienced in his sixty-plus years of life.

One hour later.

Han Zhengming and his three companions returned to Jinfo Temple by horse-drawn carriage.

"Master, the fire has gone out."

As soon as he got off the carriage, Qian Cheng noticed something was wrong.

"Could it be...?"

Han Zhengming frowned. He had already brought the three thousand taels of silver notes and did not want to cause any further trouble.

"What a disgusting smell of blood..."

In an instant, Qian Cheng's toe kicked something round, and he quickly looked down.

"Head! It's that bastard Wen He's head!"

Qian Cheng was greatly surprised.

Upon hearing this, Han Zhengming immediately lit the fire tinder.

"It really is him!"

Under the light of the firelight, Wenhe's head looked extremely ferocious, and next to him was his blood-stained corpse.

The scene was a complete mess, a truly horrific tragedy.

Qian Cheng covered his mouth, his face filled with disbelief: "Who...who killed him?"

"Master!"

Huang Tie's voice came from inside the temple.

"Let's go inside!"

Han Zhengming immediately led his team into the Golden Buddha Temple.

Upon entering, the four were immediately dumbfounded. Dark red blood splattered all around, and the corpses of Zhao Shuang and Yan Feiyun were laid out before them, their deaths no less gruesome than Wen He's.

Adding to the problem is the broken reclining Buddha, making the temple an eyesore.

"Those two are dead too?"

Qian Cheng felt completely bewildered.

The only living person was Huang Tie, who was tied up in a corner and had a hoarse voice.

"So, all three of them were killed!"

Han Zhengming exclaimed in surprise, "You two, go over there immediately and untie Old Huang!"

The two guards quickly rescued Huang Tie.

"Are you alright, Mr. Huang?"

"I'm fine... but Li Xunshan is..."

Li Xunshan's headless corpse was also lying in the haystack.

Han Zhengming said solemnly, "The dead are gone, but I will not mistreat Li Xunshan's family."

The two guards lit lanterns and inspected the area carefully again, then gasped for breath, "What on earth is going on?"

Understandably, the sudden turn of events at Jinfo Temple was a huge shock to them.

"It was done by an extremely ugly person."

So, Huang Tieping calmed himself down and briefly recounted what had just happened.

"An ugly person?" Han Zhengming asked, puzzled.

"Yes, before he made his move, he even said he knew you, Master."

Huang Tie recalled Shen Han's words.

Han Zhengming was greatly surprised: "Recognizes me? Impossible, where would I know a master of knives like that?"

"Could it be that he's deliberately lying?"

"That doesn't make sense. If he has no connection with the clinic, why would he lend a hand?"

"Could it be that the Longsword Sect has come to clean house?"

After a moment, Qian Cheng analyzed.

One of the guards nodded: "I think it's highly likely."

"But that doesn't make sense either."

Huang Tie thought for a moment and said, "If it were truly a purge, shouldn't we have brought back the three men's heads to repay the debt?"

Qian Cheng then asked, "Then... will other sects try to double-cross us?"

Han Zhengming slowly shook his head: "Wen He hasn't received our three thousand taels of silver yet. If he really wants to double-cross us, what will he get?"

"Indeed, this matter is quite intriguing."

"Never mind, no matter what, these three thieves are dead, and our crisis is over."

Han Zhengming breathed a sigh of relief.

The three thousand taels of silver notes were not lost. At the same time, the murder of Wen He and his apprentice meant that the clinic would no longer be extorted by them. The only regret was the death of Li Xunshan.

"Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish, Master. It seems that even Heaven will not forgive those villains."

The two guards said in unison.

To be honest, they were very worried when they came here, but now that all the thieves are dead, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Huang Tie secretly felt lucky. He had clearly heard that Wen He and the other two wanted to kill him after they got the money!

"Well said!"

Han Zhengming said cheerfully, "The matter is settled. Let's hurry up and load Li Xunshan's body onto the carriage. Let the yamen clean up this mess."

"Um!"

Before leaving, the group picked up the broken knife and hacked wildly at the corpses of Wen He and the other two, venting their anger.