Chapter - 481 All Over the World, No One Can be a Hero (6) (1/2)

”That's right,” Xia Zhou said, ”The enmity between the Beggar Clan and Shaolin Pai can be temporarily set aside. It will not be too late for the two of you to settle your account later. We'd better talk about how we are going to handle that villain Xie Xun first.”

”Don't be foul-mouthed,” Zhang Bang Longtou was indignant. ”Jin Mao Shi Wang Xie Daxia is one of the Ming Cult's Protector Kings; what villain are you talking about?”

Xia Zhou thundered, ”You are scared of the Ming Cult, I am not scared of them! A villain with a wolf heart and dog lung like Xie Xun and you still honor him as a hero?”

Yang Xiao walked toward the center of the field, cupped his fists around and said, ”I am [orig. zai4xia4] the Ming Cult's Guangming Zuo Shi [left emissary of the brightness]. I have something I'd like to say in front of the world's heroes. My humble Cult's Xie Shi Wang has killed innocent people in the past, but actually, he can't be blamed …”

”Humph,” Xia Zhou snorted, ”Those people he killed are already dead. Do you think you can resurrect them with several sentences of your superficial words?”

Yang Xiao was unfazed; he said, ”We are roaming the Jianghu; we lick the blood on our blades on a daily basis. Which one among us has never taken anybody's life to be able to stay alive until today? One with stronger martial art skill might kill more people. One with inept skill might lose one's life. If for every life we take we must pay with our own lives, hey, hey, I wonder how many of us, among these several thousands of heroes and warriors in this field, would remain. Xia Lao Yingxiong [old hero Xia], you have never killed people in your whole life?”

The Mongolian occupation of China was a time of chaos; there was trouble and confusion everywhere. As the Wulin characters roamed the Jianghu, they would either kill or be killed. It was quite difficult to cultivate one's own moral worth. Other than a small number of monks and nuns from Shaolin Pai and Emei Pai, perhaps it was rare to find anybody whose hands were free from bloodstain.

This Shandong's warrior Xia Zhou was a hot-tempered man; he had injured countless people. Yang Xiao's words had rendered him speechless.

After being dumbfounded for a while, he said, ”Bad people we can kill, good people we should not kill. This Xie Xun and the devil heads of the Ming Cult are entirely alike; always do dishonorable deeds. I wish I could cut you in thousands pieces, eat your flesh and sleep on your skin. Humph, humph, the one surnamed Yang, I think you are not a good 'thing'.”

He understood that there were many highly skilled people within the Ming Cult, but today he wanted to kill Xie Xun to avenge his brother's death, so a bloody battle against the Ming Cult was unavoidable. Therefore, he spoke boldly without showing any restraint.

A piercing voice came from the Ming Cult shelter, ”Xia Zhou, do you think I am a good 'thing'?”

Xia Zhou turned to look at the speaker; he saw a thin-cheeked and sharp-mouthed, pale-faced man; so pale that his face looked gray. Xia Zhou did not know what kind of person this speaker was; he shouted, ”I don't know who you are, but since you are one of the Devil Cult's devil heads, I am sure you are not a good 'thing'.”