Chapter 20: To Hesitate for a Second Is to Disrespect Life

Ye Erniang watched the toy she had just seized being snatched away by Luo Jie, her heart burning with rage.

She glared at Luo Jie with murderous intent, her eyes filled with a hunger to devour him alive.

If this were on a neighboring film set, that gaze might truly kill.

Too bad, this is the martial arts world!

Zuo Zimu, however, looked at Luo Jie with deep gratitude and said, “Thank Itachi, junior cousin—if Itachi hadn’t acted in time, Shan Shan would have…”

Before Zuo’s vice-sect leader could finish his heartfelt thanks, Luo Jie nodded slightly, returned Shan Shan to Zuo Zimu, and said, “Uncle Zuo, first take care of the child.”

“This Ye Erniang has committed countless evils; today she must not escape so easily.”

After completing the handover of the child, Luo Jie’s gaze returned to Ye Erniang.

Now, let Itachi witness the iron fist of justice.

“Ye Erniang, today is your death day!”

Luo Jie roared, delivering the hero’s righteous declaration.

The BGM was already playing in his mind.

Now comes the judgment of justice!

In an instant, Luo Jie lightly tapped his foot and activated the Lingbo Microstep, his figure becoming as elusive as a ghost, closing the distance to Ye Erniang in the blink of an eye.

He swiftly raised his longsword, gathering his inner force in a surging torrent, then slashed downward with full force.

In that moment, several sharp sword qi blades erupted from his palm, like razor-sharp blades, whistling through the air, piercing straight toward Ye Erniang.

Ye Erniang’s face turned pale—she knew well the power of Luo Jie’s sword qi and dared not slacken for a moment.

She twisted her body desperately, dodging between the gaps of the incoming blades.

Yet Luo Jie’s sword qi clung to her like a shadow, growing fiercer with each strike.

Each blade that cut through the air left a faint trace, emitting a soft hiss.

Ye Erniang was driven into frantic flight by the ruthless sword qi, her figure flickering across the open ground before Jianhugong like a headless fly.

But no matter how she fled, Luo Jie effortlessly caught up to her using the Lingbo Microstep.

In just a few breaths, Luo Jie seized his opening and slashed another sword qi.

This one was more massive, more lethal than before.

Ye Erniang couldn’t dodge in time—there was a dull thud, and her left arm was cleanly severed by the sword qi.

Blood spurted like a geyser, carving crimson arcs through the air before splattering the ground, instantly staining the surrounding earth a dark red.

Ye Erniang let out a piercing scream, collapsing to the ground from the searing pain.

Just as Luo Jie prepared to press his advantage and end Ye Erniang’s life, a shrill voice rang out from nearby.

“Brother Two, Itachi’ve finally met your match!”

At the same moment, an iron-clawed steel staff shot toward Luo Jie like lightning.

The staff tore through the air with a piercing whistle, carrying immense force.

Luo Jie sneered, a flicker of disdain in his eyes.

Who’s this little nobody?

Oh, Yun Zhonghe?

Itachi came here to deliver your head, didn’t Itachi?

What’s your weight? How much skill do Itachi have, to dare interfere?

Overestimating yourself!

But good—I didn’t even have to go looking for Itachi.

Luo Jie’s figure flickered, effortlessly dodging the lethal strike.

Then, he activated the Lingbo Microstep and closed in on Yun Zhonghe.

Seeing Luo Jie dodge his attack so easily and instantly close the distance, Yun Zhonghe’s face twisted in shock.

He had always prided himself on his lightness skill, nearly unmatched in the Jianghu—yet now he was overtaken so effortlessly, and a deep unease surged within him.

Could this kid’s lightness skill surpass mine?

Yun Zhonghe pondered inwardly.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

Yun Zhonghe shook his head.

Yet before he could think further, Luo Jie stood before him.

Against me, who wields the Lingbo Microstep, Itachi stand no chance.

Luo Jie extended his right hand, gripping Yun Zhonghe’s arm like a vice.

Instantly, Yun Zhonghe felt a powerful, strange suction emanating from his arm—his inner force surged out like a dam breaking, draining away without end.

“Hua Gong Da Fa?”

Yun Zhonghe’s eyes widened in terror as he cried out.

He struggled desperately to break free, but found himself powerless against the suction—unable to move even an inch.

Fear and despair filled Yun Zhonghe’s heart; his body trembled uncontrollably as his inner force vanished rapidly.

He opened his mouth to scream, but only expelled a few foul, metallic-tasting breaths—his throat felt gripped by an invisible hand, producing no sound.

Yun Zhonghe weakly flailed his arms, trying to escape Luo Jie’s grip.

But Luo Jie’s hand was as solid as forged iron—unmoving.

Run?

Not a chance. Today, even wings won’t save Itachi.

Not even Heaven’s Emperor can save Itachi now.

Accept your fate!

As the last trace of inner force was drained, Yun Zhonghe’s body collapsed like a pile of mud.

Luo Jie snorted coldly, a flicker of resolve in his eyes.

No inner force left?

Useless trash.

Game over. Your role ends here. Go collect your box.

Luo Jie unleashed a sudden burst of force, slapping his palm onto Yun Zhonghe’s heart meridian.

A sharp crack echoed—like a snapping branch—the heart meridian shattered instantly.

His body jerked violently, then fell lifeless to the ground.

Luo Jie let out a soft sigh.

The world is a little quieter now.

I am truly the partner of justice, the enemy of evil!

After dealing with Yun Zhonghe, he turned slowly, his gaze blazing toward Ye Erniang.

At that moment, the armless Ye Erniang was being relentlessly pursued by Zuo Zimu.

Ye Erniang’s face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, a trickle of blood still clinging to her lips—she looked utterly broken.

Having lost an arm and drained much of her inner force in her earlier clash with Luo Jie, her movements had become sluggish and clumsy.

Even Zuo Zimu could chase and strike her.

Zuo Zimu’s eyes burned with fury—his son had nearly died at Ye Erniang’s hands; this deep hatred drove him now to tear her into pieces.

He swung his longsword with brutal, merciless strikes, each one radiating lethal intent.

Ye Erniang barely parried, her agility gone—she could only cling to years of Jianghu experience to survive.

“Die!”

Zuo Zimu roared, his longsword flashing like a streak of frost, piercing straight toward Ye Erniang’s chest.

Ye Erniang tried to dodge, but her weakened body moved too slowly.

The sword pierced her chest without resistance, blood gushing steadily along the blade.

A flicker of resentment passed through Ye Erniang’s eyes, then slowly closed as her body slumped to the ground.

Luo Jie watched the scene, nodded slightly, and thought inwardly.

Well done!

Utterly satisfying.

This thing should’ve died long ago.

Just a pity—wasted a blue pack.

A bit of a loss.

But not a single moment was spent mourning Ye Erniang’s exit.

The next to arrive on the battlefield is…

Yue Laosan!

Luo Jie looked up.

Huh?

Why’s he running?

Luo Jie hadn’t even prepared to act.

He saw Yue Laosan, belly bulging, fleeing without hesitation.

Not a single second of delay.

After witnessing Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe's sudden deaths,

Yue Laosan hesitating even a second would be a disrespect to life.

Luo Jie saw this and cursed harshly,

Despicable coward.

Hiding like a turtle like this is a disgrace to any villain!

Moreover, Luo Jie could vaguely sense

Another person was hiding nearby.

It must be the leader of the Four Evils, Duan Yu’s real father.

Prince Yanqing.

Tsk, he dares not show his face...

From now on, the Four Evils might as well be called the Two Cowards.

(End of Chapter)