Chapter 156: I am a swordsman without feelings

That sword light sliced through the air, and everyone present couldn't help feeling a chill, as if they had fallen into an abyss.

Before this sword light, the bandits were as tiny as grains of rice compared to the bright moon!

Immediately after,

Pfft!

The tall one-eyed bandit chief's head flew out, rolling aside like a ball.

The headless torso sprayed blood three feet, splattering the young lady all over, then swayed three times before falling.

However, that sword light did not disappear, with a whoosh it pierced the one-armed female bandit who threw the dart.

That one-armed female bandit had no time to react before being split in half.

The two halves of the body fell to either side, entrails bloody, sprawling across the ground.

Boom!

The ground showed a deep sword mark.

Fast!

Too fast!

The whole scene fell into a deathly silence instantly!

Whether it was the escort agency's guards, the young lady, the assistants, or a gang of bandits, they all froze!

To be precise, they were frightened by this sword aura!

This sword aura, whether in momentum or ferocity, could be called stunning and invincible, far beyond their comprehension!

Ah……

The bandits almost collapsed, dropping the chief and the one-armed female bandit's miserable corpses, shouting as they scattered and vanished into the mountains in an instant.

In the corner, Heng Xian, sitting under an escort wagon, finally relaxed his sword finger and casually exhaled.

He had been watching coldly, even earlier thinking it would be fine to let these bandits rob, then join their ranks, cultivating while acting as heavenly justice bandits, which also seemed nice.

Too bad these bandits have no morals, killing and looting, what a sin! It's more interesting to mix with the escort team.

At this moment, the escort team up and down still couldn't react.

Still, Zhou Fang, with deeper martial world experience, quickly clasped his fists and nervously shouted to all sides: 'May I ask which senior lent a hand?'

The young lady Murong Zhiwei also came to her senses, wiped the blood from her face, and with lingering fear shouted: 'Please show yourself, senior; the Murong Clan of Stillwater Town's Far-reaching Escort Agency will surely repay you!'

In the corner, the fierceness on Heng Xian vanished instantly, turning him into the image of a weak clerk.

'Please show yourself, senior!' Murong Zhiwei still clasped her fists and shouted.

'No need to shout, it's me, I'm here!'

Just then, Wu Liang walked out from the nearby grass, his nosebleed not dried, cheeks slightly swollen, hands clasping his sword, his expression still cold.

Heng Xian stared for a moment, then picked his nose, saying nothing.

'You?' Zhou Fang and Murong Zhiwei said in unison.

Wu Liang swept aside three stray hairs on his bald head, his small eyes furtively scanning the surroundings, confirming that the senior who drew his sword to help had likely left, then looked at the bandit chief's corpse on the ground, a flash of fear in his eyes, suppressing his dread, with a lonely, desolate expression: 'Obviously it was me; I merely showed weakness, then with ten years of cultivated invincible sword aura I cleaved the bandit chief in one strike!'

The reason I killed that one-armed female bandit was to avenge my brother's dart attack!

It sounds very reasonable!

Murong Zhiwei struggled to show a smile: 'So that's how it is, Brother Wu Liang, you, you are truly awesome!'

Wu Liang turned around, giving everyone a perfect back, only his legs slightly trembling: 'No! I am a swordsman without feelings, young lady, no need to get close!'

Saying that, he walked to the side, silently gazing at the moon in the sky.

Murong Zhiwei and Zhou Fang exchanged a glance: 'What a master!'

A group of assistants who escaped death immediately knelt before Wu Liang, voices choking: 'Thank you, Escort Wu, for your life-saving grace; we will never forget!'

Wu Liang waved his hand: 'I am the Ruthless Divine Sword Bai Wuqing, no need for your thanks, rise!'

His title changed again; the silhouette of him looking up at the moon became even more lonely and stern.

That said, the entire escort team felt deep gratitude and immense respect.

Immediately, at the young lady's order, the escorts helped up the severely injured Escort Chief Wu Liang and Young Master Xu, while the assistants inspected the cargo.

Heng Xian also walked over leisurely to tally the losses.

This time, a total of eighty-six assistants were killed or wounded, seven escorts, fifty-three carriage and pack animals lost, two wagons of goods damaged, but most remained intact.

Among them, the main figures Escort Chief Wu Liang had a crippled arm, and Young Master Xu suffered broken ribs.

The escort team suffered heavy losses; the money earned from the round trip was all poured in, and it might still not be enough to compensate.

But being alive is good; we still have to return home!

Just before nightfall, the escort team packed up, dragged the corpses along, and continued on the road.

After traveling thirty li at night, they reached a town where the escort team lodged to rest.

But almost no one felt sleepy, and everyone's mood was low.

Except for Wu Liang, everyone respected and felt grateful to him; even the proud Young Master Xu, who looked down on rough escorts, showed him utmost respect, keeping his posture low before him.

Thus, Wu Liang became even colder, ignoring people, holding his sword, strolling out of the courtyard with an aloof, indifferent air.

Who would have thought, a figure sauntered past him without even glancing at him.

Wu Liang narrowed his eyes slightly and coldly said: 'Are you Clerk Murong De?'

Heng Xian looked back at him and nodded.

Wu Liang flashed to his face, narrowed his small eyes again: 'Ungrateful wretch, I didn't save you; now you're already a corpse, yet seeing me, the Ruthless Swordsman, you show no gratitude!'

Heng Xian glanced at him indifferently: 'Get lost!'

Wu Liang shuddered violently, plopping onto the ground, his face deathly pale.

Just then, a killing intent flashed in the little clerk's eyes, piercing straight to his heart, as if a flick of the other's finger could take his life!

This feeling is truly terrifying!

He couldn't help but wipe his cold sweat; upon looking up again, he saw Heng Xian already walking far away to a corner, standing in a line with the monkey and urinating.

Looks, it's still that little clerk!

「Huh? He's just an ordinary person—could it be… that I misread? 」

「Overdoing it? Hallucinating? 」

Wu Liang furrowed his brow, swept his balding hair, his lonely aura faded a bit, then turned and walked to the side.

……

The next day at dawn, the escort convoy continued on the road.

In the following days, everything was peaceful, with no second wave of bandits or mountain thieves appearing.

According to Zhou Fang, the bandits from that 'Death Mountain' ahead are a gang of desperate outlaws, ferocious and brutal, moreover very cunning, only looting caravans and escort bureaus weaker than them, taking both people and goods, leaving not a blade of grass.

When they encounter a stronger force, they hide far away, impossible to see, extremely cunning, famous within a radius of several hundred li!

Too bad, this time we hit a hard spot, and ran into our 'Ruthless Swordsman'!

On the fourth day, we arrived at Goat Prefecture City.

Goat Prefecture City is a big city with four major clans; the city lord has reached the eighth layer of the Qi Sea Realm, and is said to be a disciple of the Overlord Sect, dominating the city, his word is law.

When the escort convoy reached the city gate, the young lady and others first returned to the escort bureau; escort chief Wu Liang, dragging his injury, led everyone to hand over the cargo to the employer, and also returned the corpses to each family for settlement.

As a clerk, Heng Xian followed and ran for over an hour before finally relaxing.

Immediately, Zhou Fang took him on foot to the escort bureau, introducing the situation of Goat Prefecture City along the way.

Actually, there's not much to introduce; just a few city matters, Heng Xian already knew the ins and outs from Donglan City.

Just then, the pedestrians and small stalls on the ahead street hastily made way to the side,

a group of people came toward them, half wearing purple robes, half wearing red robes.

Upon seeing them, Heng Xian immediately lowered his head.

They were a group of true disciples from the Da Luo Holy Sect and a group of true disciples from the Divine Blade Palace?!

All at the Qi Sea Realm!

Zhou Fang also didn't dare raise his head, his face turned white from fright, and only after the group passed did he exhale: 'How could these terrifying sect disciples appear in our Goat Prefecture City?'

A young man in the nearby crowd suddenly interjected: 'You don't even know this? Something big has happened!'

(End of chapter)