Chapter 389 – The Meanings of Our Lives (II) (2/2)

The umbrella handle was the hilt of a sword.

Inside the Yellow Paper Umbrella was the Heaven Shrouding Sword.

Half of the sword emerged from the sheath.

At present, Lin Canghai was still on the street, cursing him as a dead dog and other similar sorts of filthy language.

Suddenly, his voice abruptly came to a halt.

On his throat, a fresh sword scar appeared, blood slowly flowing out of it.

When the people nearest to him saw this image, their faces suddenly turned pale and they were shocked speechless.

Lin Canghai didn't seem to notice that his throat had been severed. He was still pointing at the second floor of the inn, cursing something. It was just that no voice came out, so the scene looked extremely strange and frightening.

After a moment, he finally reacted.

He subconsciously rubbed his throat. Upon withdrawing his hand and seeing blood, he suddenly sensed pain.

His face was pale, his eyes filled with fear and confusion. He howled in pain, but it was impossible for his howls to emerge.

He turned, thinking to escape from the inn, and yet when he took a step back, he realized that his two legs had already been cut off at the knees.

Lin Canghai heavily crashed into a pool of blood, clutching his throat while he made some noises, his legs already severed at the knees.

On seeing this scene, the crowd dispersed in alarm, keeping far away from him.

In a short time, Lin Canghai ceased to struggle, and thus died. On his dying breath, he still could not close his eyes. His eyes were filled with shock and confusion, never understanding just what had occurred.

Su Li was heavily injured and on the verge of death, an old dog that couldn't even crawl. How could he need only a single strike to kill me?

There were still many people as shocked, afraid, and confused as Lin Canghai was.

A deathly stillness once again settled over the street. The crowd once again turned to the ruined second floor of the inn, looking at the man on the chair. They were filled with reverence and unease. He really was worthy of being called the strongest master of the path of the sword over the past several centuries. Even when he seemed on his final breaths, this single strand of sword intent still possessed such might, able to kill a Star Condensation expert!

Chen Changsheng was somewhat amazed, and then relieved. He felt rather happy.

Senior said it right. For a matter like killing someone, it really only requires doing it; there is no need for a forewarning.

The umbrella handle slowly returned, and the sharpness around Su Li gradually retreated. He had once again returned to being a middle-aged man.

He sat in the chair, gazing at Lin Canghai's fallen corpse on the street, then impassively said, ”Although I can't even crawl, killing a person like you in one strike is still not difficult for me.”

Liang Wangsun's expression was abnormally solemn.

Xiao Zhang's eyes hidden behind that white piece of paper seemed to grow increasingly crazed.

This sword had truly been too powerful.

Worthy of being Su Li's.

As expected of a sword Su Li found worthy.

”Now this is a sword.”

Xiao Zhang looked at him, not even attempting to conceal his admiration, or even adoration. ”This sword is absolutely capable of injuring any one of us. Why use it on these degenerate pieces of trash?”

”Because I absolutely loathe this sort of fly. It’s very annoying, so I might as well kill it to settle the matter. As for you and Liang Wangsun, I don't find you as annoying, so why do I need to kill you? Of course, the most important point is that over these past few weeks, I've only managed to hoard enough for this one strike.”

Su Li continued, ”If I could save up for two strikes so that I could simultaneously kill the two of you, then I would have naturally been more sparing.”

Liang Wangsun was quiet for a few moments, and then said, ”I will not receive your feelings.”

Xiao Zhang commented, ”Admirable, admirable.”

People at this level would never say anything unnecessary. The two comments of ”admirable” were naturally about two different matters.

He admired Su Li's sword.

He even more admired that Su Li had used his one strike to slay Lin Canghai and not used it on them.

This signified that to Su Li, happiness would forever be more important than things like repaying gratitude or taking revenge.

To live this way was truly meaningful.