Chapter 593: A Life For A Life (1/2)
Chapter 593: A Life For A Life
When he heard Huang Xiaolong say that he would first kill him, Jiang Wei’en’s deranged shouting about Huang Xiaolong’s impending tragic death halted abruptly as his pupils dilated in fear, his remaining arm clutched at his left shoulder. Jiang Wei’en was trembling: “Don’t!”
Huang Xiaolong raised his Mulberry Sword, a gentle tilt and Jiang Wei’en’s right arm fell to the ground from his shoulder.
“I’ll make sure you die tragically, horribly.” Huang Xiaolong spoke softly as if he was speaking of an inconsequential matter. The Mulberry Sword in his hand glinted again as it sliced off one of Jiang Wei’en’s legs.
The people spectating were stupefied, perturbed, and lastly, resigned to shaking their heads.
A mere Black Warrior Institute inner disciple actually dared to kill a direct lineage grandson of the Jiang Family’s Patriarch?!
They could already foresee the tragic ending that this Black Warrior Institute inner disciple would suffer when the Jiang Family masters arrived, there was no way the institute would offend the Jiang Family for just one inner disciple.
Changzhi City’s Castellan, Jiang Yongheng, was currently seated in the Castellan Manor’s main hall, accompanying the Wang Family’s Grand Elder, Wang Jingyuan, when a manor guard dashed inside in panic, “Lord Castellan, Young Master Jiang Wei’en’s Qi Sea has been crippled by someone in Changzhi City!”
“What?!” Jiang Yongheng’s face was stretched taut, jumping to his feet, he was already barraging: “Who is that person?”
The Wang Family’s Grand Elder Wang Jingyuan was just as nonplussed by the mishap, what kind of person was so bold, daring to cripple Jiang Wei’en, a Jiang Family’s core disciple’s Qi Sea?
“It is a Black Warrior Institute’s inner disciple.” The guard replied in a tense voice, “Not only did he cripple Young Master Jiang Wei’en’s Qi Sea, he, he even cut off all of Young Master Jiang Wei’en’s meridians.”
Killing intent erupted from Jiang Yongheng’s body, “What bold dog’s guts! A little Black Warrior Institute inner disciple actually disregarded the Cloudsea Mainland’s ironclad law, ignoring Changzhi City’s rules, daring to cripple my Jiang Family core disciple’s Qi Sea and meridians! Damn him to hell!” With that said, he made brief work excusing himself from the Wang Family’s Grand Elder Wang Jingyuan, storming out of the main hall to lead a group of Castellan Manor’s masters over to the Riding Wind Carrier Workshop at the fastest speed.
This matter had roused Grand Elder Wang Jingyuan’s curiosity, hence he followed from the back, heading toward the Riding Wind Carrier Workshop. He had a vague feeling that the matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.
In front of the Riding Wind Carrier Workshop, Huang Xiaolong looked without any ripple of emotion at Jiang Wei’en, who had lost all four limbs. A murderous gleam flickered in his eyes as the Mulberry Sword in his hand was preparing to swing down.
“Stop!” At this point, an angry roar thundered from the horizon, rumbling mightily in the air.
However, the action of Huang Xiaolong’s Mulberry Sword did not hesitate, sending a string of blood pearls to the air. Jiang Wei’en’s head flew out at an arch before falling on the street. The people standing there jumped back shrieking in avoidance.
Jiang Yongheng descended on the street moments later, staring dazedly at his nephew’s head rolling on the ground. He then turned around, his bloodshot eyes glaring viciously at Huang Xiaolong, spitting out each syllable through gritted teeth, “Today, no one can save you, no matter who, no one!!” The last few of his words sounded hoarse and strained as if the last shred of his sanity was melted away.
Never had he imagined that after personally commanding the other to stop, this bastard Black Warrior Institute inner disciple still dared to swing his sword, killing his nephew.
Jiang Wei’en, how many resources had the family spent to nurture this core disciple! He was actually killed inside the walls of Changzhi City, his territory, in broad daylight!
This was shame!
The greatest humiliation of his life!
By this time, Grand Elder Wang Jingyuan and the rest of the Castellan Manor guards finally arrived. All of them gasped inwardly seeing Jiang Wei’en’s head lying on the street.
Dead?!
Jiang Yongheng slowly approached Huang Xiaolong, the momentum surging from his body grew increasingly overwhelming.
As Changzhi City’s Castellan, one of Jiang Family’s Grand Elders, Jiang Yongheng was undoubtedly no weakling—a Tenth Order God Realm. T
Although he was only an early Tenth Order God Realm, he was stronger than any average mid-Tenth Order God Realm.