Chapter 31: Murder in the Street

The blade light was extremely fast, carrying a tearing-through-the-air sound, and in an instant it fell onto Lou Qinghe's back.

Damn!

Lou Qinghe felt a chill down his spine and quickly dodged to the side.

Thud!

The huge blade light struck the ground, instantly kicking up a spray of gravel and directly tearing Lou Qinghe's azure tiger robe.

Kill!

The White Bone Sect disciples' eyes had turned red with killing, and another blade slashed toward them.

Whoosh!

Lou Qinghe slapped his palm; the Clear Wind Sword drew a cold light that shot out, instantly turning into a sweeping barrage of light and shadow filling the sky.

Everyone present was greatly surprised, never expecting that a sword cultivator would be hiding in this remote alley.

Pfft!

The sword light flashed past and directly pierced the throat of a White Bone Sect disciple.

You....

That White Bone Sect disciple trembled as he raised his hand, the divine light in his eyes gradually fading.

Everyone be careful, this sword cultivator is extraordinarily strong!

The White Bone Sect disciples' faces all changed.

Among cultivators, the Martial Combat Faction is known for its ferocity, and sword cultivators are its elite.

Boom!

Since Lou Qinghe had already made a move, he exerted his full power, extending his palm to unleash a huge surging fireball.

Instantly, a scorching heat wave swept through the alley.

The White Bone Sect disciples at the front hurriedly circulated spiritual energy to block in front of them, but this fireball was no ordinary flame—it completely burned away the spiritual energy before them.

Boom!

Before he could react, another fireball struck, reducing him to ashes.

All together, attack!

Seeing this, the White Bone Sect disciples surged forward all at once.

Lou Qinghe quickly glanced ahead and saw that none of the White Bone Sect disciples before him were late-stage Qi Refiners, his heart slightly settling.

The next moment, a burst of icy cold erupted.

A ferocious-looking wraith appeared, landing directly on the head of one White Bone Sect disciple.

Hiss—!

That White Bone Sect disciple felt a chill in his core, and the next moment sword light pierced his body.

Blood spattered across the alley.

In an instant, three White Bone Sect disciples lay dead at Lou Qinghe's hands.

The remaining three White Bone Sect disciples had already rushed up to him.

Sword Control Technique!

Lou Qinghe silently chanted the mantra, the Clear Wind Sword's body entwined with icy sword light, then immediately assumed a strange posture and swept forward to cut down his foes.

Sizzle!

The sword light was extremely fast, easily breaking through one person's spiritual energy and piercing his dantian.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a cold flying dagger shot toward Lou Qinghe's brow.

No sooner said than done.

Lou Qinghe felt a chill in his heart and instinctively employed an escape technique to dodge the flying dagger.

Thud!

The flying dagger sank deep into the rear wall, instantly covering it with dense cracks.

Swish!

Lou Qinghe exercised Sword Control Technique, the sword body spinning rapidly through the alley and piercing through.

A rain of blood poured down in the alley!

Another White Bone Sect disciple collapsed to the ground.

Run!

The last White Bone Sect disciple, now scared out of his wits, fled madly toward the alley's exit.

Kill!

Lou Qinghe brandished the Clear Wind Sword and charged at the disciple who was like a startled bird.

The two of them, one ahead and one behind, raced straight onto the market street.

Whoosh!

At this time the market remained in great chaos, with many loose cultivators seeking cover and hiding.

Suddenly they spotted a cultivator wearing a rabbit mask hunting the White Bone Sect disciples, and all were greatly startled.

Who is that person!?

He dares to kill White Bone Sect disciples!?

Just as the White Bone Sect disciples were slaughtering in all directions, who could have imagined that a loose cultivator would instead turn and hunt them down?

To ordinary loose cultivators, this scene was simply too astonishing.

That White Bone Sect disciple, already frightened out of his wits, even wanted to turn back and shout angrily: "How dare you commit murder in broad daylight?"

But if he really said that, it would truly show he's too much of an idiot.

Lou Qinghe ignored the strange looks around him, his eyes fixed dead ahead on the White Bone Sect followers.

The ghost then drifted up without realizing it.

Cold!

Cold to the extreme!

When the ghost invaded a person's body, the yin qi seemed to freeze their blood.

His steps slowed for a moment, and that mere instant was enough to kill him once.

One death is enough for a person, because people only have one life.

So he died.

"Pfft!"

A sword shot out, piercing the White Bone Sect follower's heart, then he collapsed heavily to the ground.

The lurking rogue cultivators in the darkness all had their mouths slightly open, their hearts surging.

Lou Qinghe quickly stepped to the corpse, picked up the storage bag, and hurriedly returned to the alley.

At this moment Lei Chuxue lay on the ground, alive or dead unknown.

"I'm sorry."

Lou Qinghe gazed at the young female cultivator on the ground.

Afterwards he directly took Lei Chuxue's waist storage bag, then collected all the magical artifacts and spirit stones from the other corpses.

After doing all that, he then sprinted off into the distance.

The chaos in Baiyu Market gradually subsided after the White Bone Sect experts retreated.

In the market, broken walls and ruins were everywhere, littered with corpses and blood.

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, a clever white crane descended from the sky, and a female cultivator wearing a Daoist robe walked down.

That female cultivator's exquisite features were like a painting, her figure plump, her upright bosom like an inverted jade bowl, making one's breath catch; every gesture bore myriad charms.

However, few of the cultivators present dared to glance at her more than once.

Because the female cultivator's Daoist robe was exactly the attire of the Huangshi Sect.

In the Huangshi Safety Zone, even the dogs of the Huangshi Sect ranked above ordinary people.

"Elder Xia!"

A medium-built middle-aged man in a long robe stepped out from the crowd, his expression carrying a hint of respect.

This person was precisely the Vice Leader of the Yu Ling Gang, Tang Xiao.

Elder Xia frowned slightly and said, "Where is my disciple? How exactly is she?"

She cared nothing for the lives or deaths of others, only for her disciple's survival.

Tang Xiao hurriedly replied, "Chuxue is overly grief-stricken, plus some fright; she is now resting......"

Elder Xia's face turned somewhat icy, "Take me to see her!"

"Master!"

Not far away came a sobbing sound; only Lei Chuxue could be seen trembling as she walked over.

Elder Xia quickly supported Lei Chuxue's arm, asking concernedly, "Chuxue, are you alright?"

Lei Chuxue wept bitterly, saying, "Master... Master, I'm fine, but my father... my father is dead."

Elder Xia embraced Lei Chuxue, comforting, "I know."

Lei Chuxue lifted her head, tears blurred, and said, "Master, I want to take revenge!"

"Nonsense!"

Upon hearing Lei Chuxue's words, Elder Xia immediately rebuked, "Your urgent duty is to return to the Huangshi Sect and cultivate diligently."

Lei Chuxue lowered her head, sobbing silently, and said nothing more.

Elder Xia turned his head to look at Tang Xiao, instructing, "The White Bone Sect's arrival this time surely involves prior planning; you must be wary of their comeback."

"Yes!"

Tang Xiao bowed with clasped fists.

Elder Xia gave a slight nod, thinking of something, then looked at Lei Chuxue and asked, "How was the distress signal on your jade slip finally resolved?"

Lei Chuxue wiped the tears from her eyes, gritted her teeth, and said, "It was a cultivator wearing a rabbit mask who saved me!"

Those present did not understand.

Why would the person wearing the rabbit mask who saved Lei Chuxue cause her to be in such a state?