412 An Unjust Death? (1/2)

Lan Wuxin would only have the luxury to think about the entire incident much later. ”What’s going on? Why did they just fight? Have they gotten into a disagreement? Does it have to become like this? Why have they drawn their blades? What – what’s going on?”

”They can’t be fighting! At least, not here!”

With a loud screech, like two swords that had collided, a low grunt came from someone’s chest. A spray of blood then sliced through the sword light and spurted towards the sky.

A silhouette retreated with a stagger and twirl; each turn he made added a circle of blood around him.

To everyone’s horror, the person’s body was littered with over a hundred wounds. Each wound was still spraying blood in copious amounts.

When the person finally regained his footing, his face was already pale as snow; his hand quivered as it sought to retrieve healing medicine for his injuries. Suddenly, a ray of sword light shot out from the area where the intense fight was taking place. An arrow of blood shot out from the person’s forehead; it was mixed with white, hot, brain mush that was steaming as it landed on the frozen ground. The sight was absolutely ghastly and frightening.

The person’s actions came to a sudden stop. His eyes were unfocused. He fell on his back as life escaped him.

In the circular sword light, the other three people who were still battling let out a growl – their voices were filled with anguish.

In spite of this, no one could rush out of it as the sword light formed a complete curtain of radiance, like a prison that kept them captive within.

It was only a while later when a pained cry resounded from within the cage. Blood shot out from the throat of yet another Four Seasons Tower’s man as he fell out with a stagger, landing on the ground like a sack of potatoes. His body twitched once before all signs of life dissipated.

It was obvious that the only way out of the curtain of light was to have death precede you.

A stern, agonized voice screamed from within, ”Jun Moyan, do you intend to incur the wrath of the Four Seasons Tower?”

The tone was threatening, but anyone could hear the shudder and intent to beg for mercy within it.

This was the Unrivaled Swordsman’s ability. Only by experiencing it personally did they know that the pinnacle of swordsmanship was out of reach; it was not something conquerable just by fantasizing and misplaced confidence. However, the price of this realization was too great!

They would pay the price with their lives.

Jun Moyan’s voice was cold and jagged with ice, ”If Mr. Nian would flirt with death by coming after me just because I killed you idiots, then let him come.”

This was confidence – the confidence of the Unrivaled Swordsman!

When Ling Xiaozui and the Four Seasons Tower had gone head to head for years back in the day, Mr. Nian had the same ability as the former, but he had waited until the end to personally confront him. This was the caution practiced among peer formidable forces; if there was no such necessity, they would not risk their lives. It was so with Ling Xiaozui and Jun Moyan!

If Mr. Nian came to Jun Moyan just to avenge the death of these people, it would only be in jest.

”We share no resentment and grudges, why must you kill us?” The shout was tinged with a cry of pain.

”The reputation and status in the martial world are earned this way. Did you think that the title of Unrivaled Swordsman came from my boasts alone?” Jun Moyan’s words were unhurried but it was not spoken to those whom he was slaughtering; they were directed to the Empire of Ziyou’s officials who were present.

”A person should have his dignity and mannerisms while roaming the martial world. If someone has affronted your dignity, he should be killed! This is the hard and fast rule of the martial world!”

”I, Jun Moyan, am the Unrivaled Swordsman – despite hating this title that has been given to me, I shall guard it as long remains on my head!”

”It isn't an easy feat to kill anyone and everyone until no one dares blow their horn right in front of me!”

When Jun Moyan’s voice drifted to Lan Wuxin and group, everyone shivered unwillingly.

”Even when I have to hold my temper now due to various reasons, I would have to vent it anyway – maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow.” Jun Moyan’s tone was tinged with a cold smirk that regarded life as insignificant as if no one could face his sword and live.