Chapter 1171

After attacking in succession for over a dozen moves, Gusu Murong Fu's sword technique was broken open.

Then the Shark Tooth Sword drove straight in, slashing viciously across Gusu Murong Fu's chest.

Gusu Murong Fu's face went pale with shock; he knew that if he did not dodge, he was bound to suffer the tragedy of being gutted and dying a wretched death right here.

He immediately strove with all his might to perform his lightness skill and evade that sword.

But Wei Zhuang suddenly unleashed that dense killing intent, wrapping Gusu Murong Fu layer upon layer.

In an instant, Gusu Murong Fu felt his whole body unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as Wei Zhuang's Shark Tooth Sword broke open his flesh and churned his five viscera and six bowels into pulp.

At that moment, an intense pain came rushing in.

Gusu Murong Fu could not help but let out a wretched cry.

"Ah…"

That single cry was already his last.

Wei Zhuang's Shark Tooth Sword flicked upward, and in one stroke lopped off Gusu Murong Fu's head.

At that, fresh blood gushed in torrents.

What was bizarre was that Gusu Murong Fu's chestful of blood actually flowed along the blade of the Shark Tooth Sword, streaming upward without stop, straight into Wei Zhuang's body.

And after Wei Zhuang absorbed this fresh blood, the eerie patterns on his face flickered with a strange crimson glow.

Wei Zhuang himself even closed his eyes and let out a soft moan.

As if he were utterly comfortable!

From the moment Wei Zhuang suddenly struck, to the moment he cut Gusu Murong Fu down beneath the Shark Tooth Sword,

from start to finish, it had only been a few breaths' time.

Hearing Gai Nie had only just managed to shout "Don't"—the words had barely landed—

when he was shocked to discover that Gusu Murong Fu had already been gutted and beheaded.

Yet Wei Zhuang was sucking Gusu Murong Fu's blood, wearing an expression of pure enjoyment.

"Xiao Zhuang, what has gotten into you?"

As for Gusu Murong Fu's death, Hearing Gai Nie also felt it was somewhat regrettable.

Although Gusu Murong Fu's Wu Gong carried a certain flavor of flashy tricks,

if Gusu Murong Fu had delved deeper into it, it might well have been a viable path.

It was just that in the end Gusu Murong Fu had no kinship with him after all; if he died, then he died.

After all, on the jianghu, every day who knew how many martial artists had to die.

One more Gusu Murong Fu was not too many; one less Gusu Murong Fu was not too few.

What Hearing Gai Nie now cared about even more was Wei Zhuang's strangeness.

This manner of killing a man and drinking his blood, while wearing an expression of enjoyment—

was even more bizarre than Gusu Murong Fu's earlier attempt to use the Six Yang Melting Snow Art to drain his true essence.

Recalling what Bai Feng had just said—that Wei Zhuang was at the altar below, searching for Chi You's demonic weapon—

now it seemed Wei Zhuang had not only found the demonic weapon, but had truly fallen into the demonic path.

For a moment, Hearing Gai Nie was immensely worried.

"Huff…"

After a long while, Wei Zhuang let out a long breath, and his whole person also became somewhat languid.

By now, beneath his sword, Gusu Murong Fu's corpse had already become a dried husk.

A dried husk without a single drop of fresh blood…

"Shixiong, you truly have such a cruel heart!"

After Wei Zhuang came back to his senses, he squinted sideways and looked toward Hearing Gai Nie.

Although these words came out of nowhere, Hearing Gai Nie still understood Wei Zhuang's meaning at once.

Clearly Wei Zhuang knew that Bai Feng had told Hearing Gai Nie the relevant matters.

Yet in the end Hearing Gai Nie had chosen to come stop Cheng Jiao, rather than rescue Wei Zhuang.

That was why Wei Zhuang had spoken thus.

"Sigh!"

Hearing Gai Nie sighed once more; he could no longer remember how many times he had sighed today, nor how many of those sighs had been for Wei Zhuang,

"Xiao Zhuang, this time it really is Shixiong who has wronged you.

But this Soldier God Demon is truly no benign thing.

If the Ruoshi Sect were to let Cheng Jiao activate it and keep it for himself,

I fear who knows how many citizens of Great Qin would die unnatural deaths.

I…"

"And what does that have to do with you and me?"

Wei Zhuang, however, did not wait for Hearing Gai Nie to finish; with his eyes slightly open, he said,

"Under heaven, could it be that only you, Hearing Gai Nie, are a hero?"

"No, I never meant to be a hero."

Hearing Gai Nie had never thought of being a hero, although he had always performed acts of chivalry.

"Enough! Whether one is a hero or not is not important."

Wei Zhuang no longer lingered on this, and asked again,

"Then why did you show mercy to this fellow?"

What he said was clearly about Gusu Murong Fu.

In truth, Wei Zhuang could have swiftly killed Gusu Murong Fu in just over a dozen moves.

First, Wei Zhuang had obtained the Chiyou Demonic Weapon, greatly boosting his strength.

Second, Wei Zhuang was far more ruthless than Hearing Gai Nie.

Hearing Gai Nie, upon hearing this, naturally knew what Wei Zhuang was about to say, and could only respond,

"Young Master Gusu Murong is neither kin nor foe to me.

Why would I need to…"

"Muddled!"

Wei Zhuang roared, cutting off Hearing Gai Nie's words,

"Gai Nie, you are far too soft-hearted.

Sooner or later, you'll die because of this very weakness."

"Perhaps…"

Hearing Gai Nie gave a noncommittal reply.

In truth, if the green-skinned blade-wielder hadn't misunderstood today and bequeathed Hearing Gai Nie his legacy,

Hearing Gai Nie might not have been able to unleash that killing-intent-laden sword finger while being restrained by the Six Yang Snow-Melting Art.

In other words, today he had nearly died here because of Hearing Gai Nie's soft-heartedness.

Yet if Hearing Gai Nie could do it all over again, he would likely still act the same way.

After all, if he didn't, he wouldn't be Hearing Gai Nie.

"Hmph! Since you are so muddled, you'll die for this sooner or later.

Die early or die late—better to die today!

Better to die by my hand than by another's.

Gai Nie, draw your sword!"

Wei Zhuang suddenly raised the Shark-Tooth Sword, speaking coldly to Hearing Gai Nie.

"Xiao Zhuang…"

Hearing Gai Nie listened to Wei Zhuang's words and saw that he didn't look to be joking.

He couldn't help but look at Wei Zhuang in confusion,

"Could it be that you've been controlled by the Chiyou Demonic Weapon and lost yourself?

I'm your senior brother…"

Over twenty years ago, there were countless times Hearing Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang shared life and death together.

No matter how dire, neither had ever abandoned the other.