The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

When asked about this suddenly, He Ming was taken aback.

"I remember."

"Since you remember that Master Su was killed by the Iron-Clad Ancestor, and Miss Su asked you to stand up for justice, why did you not only avoid meeting her, but also send people to drive her away?"

He Ming's back was covered in sweat: "My avoidance of meeting you is not because I am unwilling to help, but because the death of Mr. Su's family has absolutely nothing to do with Shen Tieyi... Ah!"

He suddenly cried out in surprise, for it was An Qingwan who had thrust out her sword.

He retreated repeatedly, and the people standing beside him hurriedly tried to stop him.

But An Qingwan's sword was just too fast.

Just as they were about to unleash their punches and kicks, An Qingwan had already sheathed her sword again.

If it weren't for the wind, they would have thought that An Qingwan hadn't even moved.

But An Qingwan did indeed have surgery.

Because He Ming was already lying on the ground, clutching his right leg, whose tendons and bones had been severed, and screaming in agony.

"My legs, oh, my legs..."

An Qingwan said indifferently, "Is there anyone else who wants to speak?"

A young man who had been standing next to He Ming suddenly roared with a distorted expression.

"Father, Father! You witch! First you harmed Uncle Ma, and now you've harmed my father! I'm going to break your legs and sell you to a brothel!"

After shouting this, he didn't rush to take action, but instead shouted to the left and right.

"Uncles and elders, you are all skilled fighters in the martial arts world. Are you all afraid of this witch and just stand by and watch her commit violence?"

Before anyone could respond to him, An Qingwan had already thrust out her third sword.

The sword light flashed like flying snow.

A splatter of blood also flew up from the young man's leg.

He screamed and, by sheer coincidence, collapsed right next to his father. The two of them rolled around, clutching their legs, in perfect unison.

"Who else wants to speak?"

An Qingwan asked the exact same question.

Now that things have come to this, even the most foolish person can see how superb An Qingwan's swordsmanship is.

No one answered.

The Iron-Clad Ancestor did not reply.

Nearly a hundred people did not respond.

After a long while, someone finally mustered the courage to speak.

“Miss An has come here to avenge Mr. Su and Miss Su, and her sense of public duty is admirable. But we do not disbelieve that Mr. Su died at the hands of the Iron-Clad Ancestor, but everything must be based on evidence. I am not criticizing you, but I am afraid that you may be deceived by villains and misunderstand the Iron-Clad Ancestor.”

Upon hearing this, the tense atmosphere immediately eased by half, and voices of agreement echoed throughout the hall.

"Yes, everything should be based on evidence."

"Killing people indiscriminately without any evidence may silence us, but it cannot silence the voices of the people!"

Amid the murmurs, the Iron-Clad Ancestor stepped forward and looked at Jin Xueyi.

“Miss Su, I know you are very sad because your parents were murdered by villains. I am sad as well. Mr. Su is a rare genius in this world, but I did not kill your parents. I have just made a solemn oath that if the ‘Eight Directions of Qimen Blade’ were in my hands, I would be punished by the heavens.”

He paused and continued.

"Don't be hasty. Tell me who told you that I harmed your parents. If the evidence truly points to me, I will take my own life without you even lifting a finger. If the evidence is a frame-up, I won't blame you. You're still young and don't understand the dangers of the martial world. Today, all my friends from the martial world are here. I will take responsibility for the fact that you injured Master Ma and the others, and I will also take responsibility for the revenge for your parents!"

Iron-Clad Ancestor's words were dignified and appropriate, immediately earning him a round of applause.

Jin Xueyi sneered: "It is precisely because I see a hypocrite like you that I realize just how treacherous the martial world truly is!"

Someone complained, "Miss Su's words are a bit unreasonable. Senior Shen Tieyi's leniency is not a reason for you to push your luck."

Jin Xueyi ignored these words and continued, "Ancestor Ironclad, you acted meticulously. To prevent your identity from being exposed, you killed everyone who saw you that day. But you still overlooked one thing. You didn't expect that my second uncle had been watching you from the shadows all along!"

The Iron-Clad Ancestor remained calm: "Miss Su said that Mr. Su the Second saw me with his own eyes. Where is Mr. Su the Second now?"

Jin Xueyi said, "He's dead."

Inside the main hall, the crowd whispered amongst themselves.

"died?"

"Wouldn't that mean there's no way to prove it when the dead are alive?"

"Is this really not fabricated evidence?"

"Mr. Su was perfectly fine before, how could he suddenly die?"

"Could it be Shen Tieyi...?"

"Senior Shen Tieyi is a man of integrity. He swore a solemn oath to eliminate villains. How dare you slander him?"

The Iron-Clad Ancestor's face remained gentle: "Miss Su, please accept my condolences. I know you must now suspect that Mr. Su the Second was also harmed by me. How about this, you tell me when Mr. Su the Second passed away, so I should have an alibi."

The moment he mentioned this alibi, the hall erupted in commotion.

It turned out that the owner of the Star-Picking Tower had stepped forward.

“Shen Tieyi has been with me these past few days. There is absolutely no way he could have committed the crime. Not only could he not have killed Mr. Su the Second, but he also could not have killed Mr. Su the First. Four months ago, on the night Mr. Su the First was murdered, Shen Tieyi and I were both invited by the Prince of Pingnan to be guests in Jiangling. Unless Shen Tieyi knows how to be in two places at once, how could he have committed the crime?”

The leader of the Zhaixinglou Pavilion took the lead, and several other people quickly stepped forward as well.

They are the dean of Dongge Academy, the chief镖头 of Jinma Escort Agency, He Ming, the assassinated leader of Songyang Sect, and Ma Yue, the leader of Fuhu Sect.

"If you don't believe me, you can send someone to the Prince of Pingnan's residence to verify!"

Of the seven major sects in Hunan, five came out to support the Iron-Clad Ancestor, and even brought out the Pingnan Prince's Mansion, a force that, though not active in the martial arts world, has a profound influence on it.

In an instant, public opinion completely sided with the Iron-Clad Ancestor.

Because of the reputation of the Prince of Pingnan's mansion, those who were originally intimidated by An Qingwan's swordsmanship only felt that she was extremely brave and powerful.

No matter how skilled you are in swordsmanship, An Qingwan, can you stop these nearly a hundred people? Can you stop the Prince of Pingnan's mansion? Can you stop the righteous path of the martial world?

Some people even came forward to criticize it.

"Thankfully, Senior Shen Tieyi has witnesses on his side, otherwise we would probably be slandered again today."

"The world is a cruel place, and good people are always the ones who are criticized."

"Miss Su has probably been deceived, deceived by your second uncle and this vixen beside you!"

"What 'Goddess of Xiaoxiang'? She's probably just a fraud."

"Those forty-eight people from Xia Cai Village all died by sword. Could it be that this Xiao Xiang Goddess was actually responsible for that?"

The sound was like a tidal wave, engulfing An Qingwan and Jin Xueyi.

The Iron-Clad Ancestor remained silent.

He has said everything he needed to say, and someone will fill in the gaps with things he shouldn't have said.

He was genuinely startled when he saw An Qingwan's exquisite swordsmanship.

However, he did not panic for long.

Because he knew that he had left no evidence that day.

Because he knew that An Qingwan was a truly good person. Someone who would risk a feud with the Prince of Pingnan's mansion for the sake of a group of peasants was naturally a truly good person.

What are truly good people most afraid of?

He's such a hypocrite!

Truly good people are always bound by their reputation; no matter how fierce they appear, they ultimately dare not kill as easily as members of the demonic sect.

But he is different.

Names, like swords and knives, are merely weapons in his hands, weapons used to kill.

Just like now, he used his name to tear down An Qingwan's name, and he used his name to push An Qingwan to the opposite side of everyone!

This is Jianghu.

That's what a seasoned veteran is like.

He has eliminated many opponents in the same way.

The Iron-Clad Ancestor appeared calm and collected, and was about to step forward to comfort Jin Xueyi and show his magnanimity, but he stopped.

Because he saw An Qingwan smiling.

A very faint smile.

Do you know why I allowed you to speak?

An Qingwan asked.

"Is there anyone else who wants to stand up and testify for the Iron-Clad Ancestor, saying that they were with him that day?"

not good!

The Iron-Clad Ancestor's expression finally changed.

He suddenly realized a problem.

An Qingwan is not a normal person in the martial arts world at all!

But it's too late.

No matter how fast his reaction was, it couldn't outrun An Qingwan's sword.

That sword, transformed into a cold star, pointed at all those who had stood up to testify for him.

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Forty-six. To kill someone is to destroy their spirit; to ruin their reputation is the ultimate punishment.

No one expected An Qingwan to strike at this moment.

She shouldn't have drawn her sword.

Just now, it was confirmed that she had wronged the Iron-Clad Ancestor.

She was neither in the right nor had she the right to seek revenge.

She stood on the opposite side of everyone, and the people standing in front of her were not ordinary people who could not even kill a chicken, but nearly a hundred martial arts masters who were among the best in the entire Hunan province.

If it were a normal person, faced with this situation, they would either admit their mistake and accept the punishment, or turn around and run away.

But An Qingwan took a path that no one had anticipated.

She drew her sword.

Her sword was still as sharp as ever.

No.

Her sword was even more swift than before.

If her sword could still feel a slight heat before, now it only brings endless chills.

No one knows how to describe An Qingwan's sword strike.

It's too fast.

It's so fast that no one can capture its shape.

The crowd could only listen to the sounds, the clanging sounds of weapons breaking, and then use those sounds to determine the location of the swords.

But that's far from enough.

There is a time interval between hearing a sound and reacting to it.

This interval was enough for An Qingwan to mercilessly stab her sword into her target's throat.

"stop!"

It wasn't until An Qingwan returned to her original spot that the roar of the Iron-Clad Ancestor echoed throughout the main hall.

But it's too late.