66 Say Not that the Martial Arts World is Distant, Say that the Worldly Realm is Far Away! (1/2)
The lightning-quick blow had caught Zhao Binglong completely by surprise.
When the two warm halves of his bloodied body separated at the center, Zhao Binglong watched the man’s organs drop to the ground, feeling his legs giving up on him. He could not run even if he had wanted to.
On the other side of his body, the silhouette in black strolled across lightly; a saber in his hand. More than twenty lives had been lost in an instant.
He did not seem to have expended much effort, his physical skills were incredibly peculiar. He was obviously standing in front of one’s eyes yet he seemed to possess no physical form. Only his saber shone cruelly in the dark night, each glint accompanied by the gleam of blood!
He was silently killing but his speed was no slower than that of the man in green.
Each strike of his saber elegantly and unhurriedly carved a life away.
Zhao Binglong had entirely lost his courage and soul by now. He scrambled to stand and run towards the backyard.
The man in green then laughed. “Still running away?”
An icy ray sparkled in the night as a long sword ran right through Zhao Binglong’s thigh and pinned his body to the ground!.
Boom!
The strong mystical Qi on the sword exploded at once, numbing Zhao Binglong’s entire body.
His body was trembling but he could not move any part of it; he could not even speak.
He stared wide-eyed at his prized janissaries and guards, his highly paid experts; all assistants who had been sent to him by the organization.
All of them had been slaughtered like vegetables under the kitchen knife!
It took only a few breaths, but the whole courtyard no longer contained a living person.
The masked man in green flew with a swoosh right into Zhao Binglong’s residence while carrying his sword, the trail of light trailing behind looking like a soaring dragon with a radiance that pierced the very universe’s being.
“With a single order, no one from Zhao Binglong’s family shall remain!”
Cries and moans came from the backyard.
The man in black had already arrived to stand in front of Zhao Binglong, wielding his saber. Before the man could speak, he had knocked him out with his saber’s grip and put him into a sack that he had retrieved from his person.
After that, he began to search the residence without restraint.
He seemed to be familiar with the Residence of Zhao as he chopped the thick steel wall to Zhao Binglong’s secret treasure chamber open with just a single slash of his saber. Hopping in, he came out with a large sack in just a short period of rummaging.
The study met the same fate as well. While he was doing this, the man in green was completing his task of slaughtering in the backyard.
After a while, the man in black came out as the man in green, too, came back with a strong scent of murder, picking up the sack containing Zhao Binglong with one hand.
“You didn’t kill anyone you didn’t have to, did you?”
“No, I only took Zhao Binglong’s family.”
“A lot of his concubines were forced to serve, let them go.”
“Young master, those concubines weren’t killed but Zhao Binglong’s wife and son, along with the maids and guards whom he’s close to, none of them remains!”
“Good. Let us leave!”
The man in green nodded in agreement.
The man in black whom had been Yun Yang all along changed his mind. “It’s not good if there wasn’t a scapegoat to take the fall for such a dire event.”
Fang Mofei lifted his head to look at his young master in shock.
He could only watch as Yun Yang picked up a piece of cloth and soaked it in blood before writing on the wall, “Say not that the martial arts world is distant, say that the worldly realm is far away; you who dared to pick on the tiger’s might, a sword’s strike sees the surge of blood!”
His handwriting was of soft strokes but determined turns, the characters exuding an imposing aura.
After writing on the wall, he left with Fang Mofei.
Alarm bells arose from all over as the galloping of horses resounded along with the footsteps of soldiers. The trained troops of the capital city were fast approaching.
Flames rose high in the air.
When the officials arrived, all that welcomed them was a gory scene from hell!
There was not one living soul left in the Residence of Zhao’s courtyard.
Zhao Binglong himself was missing. In the backyard, Zhao Binglong’s direct family members as well as family guards and maids were all piled in a heap, leaving some thirty women huddled together in terror.
These were Zhao Binglong’s concubines.
“Seal off the scene immediately!” Someone shouted.
“Tally the deaths, look for the murderer. Complete the questioning and send copies to each department!”
“There’s a poem here!” Someone exclaimed in surprise.
“Poem? Let me see.”
“Look at the words! Say not that the martial arts world is distant, say that the worldly realm is far away… could this have been done by Ling Xiaozui?”
“Sheesh…”
All of them exchanged looks of shock.
…
During the commotion at the Residence of Zhao, Yun Yang and Fang Mofei had quietly returned to the Residence of Yun.
Seeing that Yun Yang had returned, Lao Mei’s gaze towards him was tinged slightly with jealousy. You used to make me come along with you for whatever you had to do; now that Fang Mofei is here, you now bring along Fang Mofei…
Young master, you’ve forgotten the old once you get someone new.
Yun Yang felt goosebumps all over for some unknown reason, looking at Lao Mei’s gaze. The muscles on his face twitched as he said, “Next time...”
Lao Mei’s envious expression did not dissipate completely.
Yun Yang scratched his head, feeling slightly queasy and switched the topic. “Is Marquis Yun not at home?”
“No, don’t know where he has gone to,” Lao Mei with feigned disinterest.
“I see.”
Yun Yang fled quickly, picking Zhao Binglong up and going straight to the secret chamber.
Fang Mofei had already changed and come out, standing in front of Lao Mei with a distant look.
“Satisfying?” Lao Mei asked in an upset tone.
“Gratifying!” Fang Mofei nodded happily. “Under the watch of the emperor in the capital, under broad daylight, striking recklessly…”