Chapter 070: Slay Ten Thousand Warriors!

Otherwise, it just doesn't make sense! Old Master Liang hadn’t encountered any corpse puppets, nor had he run into any barbarians. He died from laughter—literally. The cause was an overwhelming surge of joy. From this perspective, the earlier corpses could only be associated with overwhelming terror. Correspondingly, there must also be overwhelming anger and profound sorrow. Only when these emotions reach their extreme and lead to death can the golden finger pick up a Soul Soothing Card.

Of course, Su Jingxing wasn’t entirely certain of this theory, but he was ninety percent sure. And that was enough. At least now he had a target: corpses whose emotions had fluctuated too violently before death. It was much better than before, when everything had been left to chance. With this target in mind, Su Jingxing could pay more attention to such corpses—those who had died from immense joy, sorrow, terror, or anger.

When he really thought about it, the probability of each was quite low. Fortunately, Su Jingxing wasn't greedy.

Time slipped by in a flurry of activity. Once he felt he had done enough, he headed once more to Glory Security. After making some discreet inquiries, he learned that Wan Rong had indeed returned. The man was back, but his whereabouts remained elusive. Su Jingxing spent half a day tracking him down, locking onto his target at last.

With his goal in sight, Su Jingxing followed Wan Rong from a distance. Using the secret technique "Echoing Voice" along with his farsight and night vision abilities, he kept Wan Rong under constant surveillance, never letting him slip from his sight.

At midnight, when Wan Rong finally finished his business and arrived at the gates of the apartment complex where his lover lived, Su Jingxing revealed himself after tailing him all the way. He made no attempt to hide, but walked straight into Wan Rong's line of sight, heading directly toward him.

Wan Rong, about to enter the complex, paused when he spotted Su Jingxing. His voice was low and wary: "You are...?"

"Your killer," Su Jingxing replied.

In a flash, his treasured weapon gleamed in the air, tearing through the night and unleashing a dazzling radiance. With a single step of the "Eight Steps to Ascend the Dragon," Su Jingxing crossed five meters in a heartbeat and brought his blade down upon Wan Rong.

A dull thud reverberated outward. Wan Rong, caught off guard, managed only to raise his protective qi in time to block the blow, but blood welled at his throat and spilled from the corner of his mouth. Struck by the immense force, he reeled backward, unable to steady himself. Each heavy step left deep prints in the concrete, some spraying fragments, others cracking the ground.

When Wan Rong finally came to a halt, his hands trembled uncontrollably, his face flushed red, and his eyes burned with fury and murderous intent.

That single blow had felt as if he'd been rammed by a freight truck. The terrifying power shattered his protective qi in barely a second. Worse, the shock rattled his chest and abdomen, sending his blood surging uncontrollably.

"Who... Who are you?" Gritting his teeth, Wan Rong forced down the churning blood, his icy gaze fixed on Su Jingxing's masked face. "Why are you trying to kill me? Who sent you?"

"Do you remember Wang Fugui?" Su Jingxing's voice was calm.

"Wang Fugui?" Wan Rong was taken aback.

"What, you've forgotten so quickly?" Su Jingxing's tone turned cold. "A few months ago, you destroyed his entire family. Already forgotten?"

"I don't know who you're talking about," Wan Rong growled, "I’ve never heard of any Wang Fugui. You’ve got the wrong person!"

"Heh." Su Jingxing sneered, "Never heard of him? Xingye Street, Bald Wang—are you sure you’ve never heard those names?"

Wan Rong's expression changed. "So it's him!"

"What now, does your memory return?" Su Jingxing’s smile was icy. "I thought you’d deny it to the end! Since you admit it, then it’s time to die!"

His weapon slashed through the air; with a flicker, Su Jingxing attacked again.

"Courting death!" This time, Wan Rong was ready. With a snarl, he performed his own footwork, dodging back as true qi swirled in his palms. He struck at Su Jingxing from a distance.

Explosions boomed in succession. Translucent palm prints, shimmering with icy chill, gleamed in the glow of the streetlamp by the entrance.

As he swung his blade, Su Jingxing decisively activated a Golden Body Card, unleashing a surge of energy around himself. His speed surged as he relentlessly pursued Wan Rong.

Steel clashed with force. The first palm print was shattered by a single slash. The second struck his body, but the golden energy shield absorbed it entirely, leaving not a ripple in its wake. Not only did the golden energy nullify the attack, but Su Jingxing’s own body was robust enough to ignore the force completely.

Without pausing, Su Jingxing pressed forward. Gripping his treasured weapon, he gathered inner strength and unleashed the "Human Principle" of the Three Principles Blade Technique.

The first strike: Gale-Splitting Slash!

The fierce blade tore the air, releasing arcs of force that enveloped Wan Rong, hemming him in from all sides before the blade descended with ferocity.

A thunderous crash echoed as Wan Rong was sent flying again. Blood spurted from his mouth, splattering his face and chest. He crashed back more than ten meters, slammed into the compound wall, and came to a shuddering stop as cracks spidered across the masonry.

At this point, fear finally flickered in Wan Rong’s eyes.

How long had it even been since he’d advanced to the sixth rank?

Barely three months at most—far too short a time to have refined much true qi. His martial skills and mastery were only at the entry level. As for inner strength, most of it had already been converted to true qi, leaving precious little.

For ordinary seventh-rank martial artists, his true qi would have sufficed. But against a top-tier seventh rank, especially one skilled in close combat, Wan Rong was at a disadvantage.

In short, he’d broken through too recently; his foundation was shaky. Against regular seventh-rank fighters, he could crush them at a distance. But facing someone like Su Jingxing, with monstrous strength and golden energy shielding him, his weaknesses were laid bare—he simply didn’t have enough true qi.

Yes, Wan Rong wouldn’t last long. Once his true qi ran out, only one fate remained: being hacked to pieces.

At that moment, terror seized Wan Rong’s heart. His first instinct was not to counterattack, but to run.

But Su Jingxing would not let him escape. He had revealed himself and spoken Wang Fugui’s name on purpose—to avenge the uncle who had once helped the original owner of his body. Su Jingxing wanted Wan Rong to know he was dying for what he’d done to Wang Fugui.

With a flicker, Su Jingxing shot forward, unleashing his full strength. Ten tons of force surged into his weapon, casting radiant arcs as he swept through the air, unleashing all three forms of the Three Principles Blade Technique.

There were only three moves in the technique:

"Gale-Splitting Slash!"

"River-Cleaving Strike!"

"Dragon-Tyrant's Decapitation!"

Each slash swifter and more powerful than the last.

"Aaaah!" Sensing the threat of death, Wan Rong roared in desperation. "I am a guest elder of the Shi family—you can’t kill me! If you kill me, you—"

A tearing sound cut him off.

With a sickening crack, Wan Rong’s words ended forever, for the last blow cleaved him in two.

The owner of Glory Security, the man who had just advanced to sixth rank and enjoyed the privileges of a third-rank martial artist for just a few days, was finally dead—avenge for a debt of blood.

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