Chapter 292 - Incapacity for making Conversation (1/2)

Chu Xun never had the same scruples that hindered Yan Wushuang. Being usually high-handed, cold, and insensitive to spilling blood, hardly anything stood in his way.

No matter what Tower it was—Bloody Moon, Stars, Sun, or Earth, it hardly mattered to Chu Xun. Not when they angered him.

Kneel they say? In all his life, Chu Xun had never bent his knees to anyone except to his own parents.

“You lot of the Bloody Moon Tower…” he hissed, the air reeking thick with undisguised malice. “You brought this upon yourself, wouldn’t you say?”

The feud began the moment they tried to force him.

And with bad blood between them, there was zero reason for Chu Xun to maintain any scruples. The Tower would never let this matter rest lightly even if he would try to negotiate with them.

There was hardly anyone who was not shocked at the savagery. Chu Xun not only crippled his quarry, he even wanted to kill him!

Whoever he was, he definitely behaved just like the legendary Devil.

“You insolent pup! We’re from the Bloody Moon Tower, you’d never…”

Crack!

An ear-splitting crack of bones resounded. Chu Xun had plowed his foot through the throat of the Fourth-grade Human King before he could finish uttering his threats.

“Fool. Seriously, now? Hurling threats at me?! From whence did that foolhardy courage came from?” muttered Chu Xun with disdain. He might have spared the man’s life, if only he had the wits to keep his trap shut.

No one dared to speak with every pair of eyes filled with shock, homing in on Chu Xun. From where did this insolent brat came from?! That was a member of the Tower he had just killed?!

The surviving Human Kings felt their skins tingling numb with fear, their eyes swirling with horror.

“W-W-Wait… This is the part of the Yan Family territory. Y-Y-You can’t…”

Crack!

With one stomp, the man’s neck snapped with barely an anguished croak.

“I can’t?! So I am not to kill you, but I should wait like a pig to be slaughtered until you lot come swinging your swords at me, eh?” yelled Chu Xun derisively. Who did he think he is? That the lives of others are nothing compared to his?! That it was right for him to bully and force his will upon others?!

Were these people thinking it was right when they defiled and killed the commonfolk woman? Was she not human like everyone, to have a father and a mother of her own?!

Chu Xun remembered how he had been sentenced to jail for nothing and tragically died inside. How similar was his fate to the commonfolk woman who died being raped and defiled. If not for his accidental passage into foreign dimensions, he would be nothing more than a dead man wrongfully killed for nothing. Would there be anyone who would strive to prove his innocence?

“M-M-Master Yan, help…”

Terrified out of their wits, the remaining members of the Tower could not believe this was happening. Never had the name of the Bloody Moon Tower failed to inspire respect and fear.

Yet this stranger from nowhere clearly paid no heed to whatever name they could pelt at him with. For once in their lives, they felt only regret. Regret for angering a monster which they should not have.

Crack!

With another sickening crack, another man died at his neck snapped by Chu Xun.

“That Master Zhuang is right,” Chu Xun pointed at Zang Fengling, intentionally mistaking his name for what he said earlier, “There’s no way we should expect Master Yan to busy himself with all the trivial matters of us lowly serfs, eh?”

Chu Xun never believed it right that those who antagonized or even annoyed him should go on happily without suffering any consequences or reprisals. Why should I endure unhappiness when he should feel pleased and contented, said he. Hence, there was no way he would let the matter of Zang Fengling speaking up in favor of the members of the Tower earlier go to rest.

But it was so obvious that everyone knew full well that it was an intentional mistake to call Zang Fengling as “Zhuang”, as the articulations of both words sounded nearly identical. Bracing with their breaths held, they reeled with trepidation at Chu Xun’s recklessness to anger Zang Fengling.

The difference being, the Human Kings of the Bloody Moon Tower relied on the horrible and bloody reputation of their order to terrorize ordinary people. But on the other hand, Zang Fengling possessed true powers of his own.

Many stole furtive glances and saw Zang Fengling remaining still and calm as if he failed to catch the gist of Chu Xun’s sarcastic gibes.

Nevertheless, it was apparent he was putting up a facade. A still facade which could potentially disguise a brewing storm.

Yan Wushuang remained as placid as ever, with zero signs that he meant to stop Chu Xun.

Yao Baiyue only watched Chu Xun curiosity, the look in her beautiful set of eyes as if wondering what Chu Xun could be hiding that made him so smug and arrogant.

Meanwhile, the Fifth-grade Human King was the only still-living member of the four-man party who came to this meeting, his eyes flashing with horror and panic through the disfigured and contorted face.

“P-P-Please! Have mercy…”

Crack!

Chu Xun’s foot came down again with just as much inhumanity as trampling an ant to its death and the last man was gone.

“Mercy?! Come on, your buddies are all dead! It’s dishonorable for you to remain living. Instead, I’d be doing the favor of uniting all four of you for a game of mahjong by sending you down as well!” scowled Chu Xun.

That struck a chill through everyone’s hearts. Whoever he was, he really did have no qualms in spilling blood and breaking bones.

A deathly silence pervaded the hall that one could even hear a pin drop.

Chu Xun returned his focus to his fellow occupants at the table and said to them, “Well, it appears that I cannot join your order now, I’m afraid. But thank you so much for the offer though.”

His words were obvious: he had only met these four men by chance and by no means were they close.

The four men were quick enough to understand Chu Xun’s intention and they looked up at him gratefully. One of them got up and clasped his hands in salute, “Don’t be. We have been blind, so blind to take you as a common nonpartisan independent. Pray forgive our rudeness and ignorance.”

It would seem to others that the four men had been trying to recruit Chu Xun into their order, without knowing that this stranger’s power could have easily matched even the leader of their order.

“Remarkable strength, my friend,” Zang Fengling said, finally breaking his silence.

Everyone felt their hearts taking a skip. Was Zang Fengling going to start a fight for that remark earlier?

Chu Xun glanced cursorily at him and muttered flatly, “You’re welcome.”

That left everyone speechless. What kind of reply was that supposed to be?! It sounded completely apathetic!

For all his life, Zang Fengling was an honored guest wherever he went. No one had dared to show him any discourtesy, save for today, and that stunned him.

“If I may ask, from which order or sect do you belong to, my friend?” asked Zang Fengling with hardly any difficulty in masking his thoughts and emotions.

“Nope, nothing. I don’t belong to anyone. I am an independent,” said Chu Xun loudly.