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Chapter 78: The Power of a Single Slash
【Wei Shan: Alias "Zhai Xin Lang", Nine Deputy Leader of the Black Wolf Gang,寨主 of Kuai Hua Village. Cruel and cunning, endlessly greedy.】
【Cultivation Level: Hou Tian Qi Xue Jing Xia Cheng. Skilled in bare-fist and claw techniques. Fond of tearing out hearts.】
Looking at the information hovering above the man known as Zhai Xin Lang, Lu Qing grinned widely.
Just as Ma Gu had said—this寨主 of Kuai Hua Village was only at the Qi Xue Jing stage of cultivation.
Not even close to full Qi Xue Jing attainment. Just barely at the same level as him—Qi Xue Jing Xia Cheng.
He glanced at the others nearby—all ordinary martial artists, uninitiated into the Way of Martial Arts.
Yet judging from their profiles, they were likely leaders within the village, similar to Han Wu.
"Everyone’s here. Perfect. No need to hunt you down one by one."
Lu Qing’s eyes gleamed with an odd light as he surveyed the group.
The kills of the previous lackeys hadn’t dulled his bloodlust at all—they had only grown fiercer.
When Zhai Xin Lang saw Lu Qing’s expression, he froze.
He’d initially assumed this was an enemy from the Black Wolf Gang, come to ruin his stronghold.
But now, he realized the truth—the boy before him was a complete stranger.
The surge of Qi he sensed from Lu Qing sent a chill through his heart.
Such a young man, already at Qi Xue Jing, with Qi so thick and powerful it rivaled his own.
He had reached Qi Xue Jing Xia Cheng—just like him.
A teenager at Qi Xue Jing Xia Cheng?
The realization struck Zhai Xin Lang like a thunderbolt. His face turned grave.
He knew well—such prodigies rarely appeared without powerful backing.
How had his Kuai Hua Village drawn the attention of someone like this?
Or was it the headquarter that had angered someone far too dangerous?
His mind raced with suspicion.
Yet, Zhai Xin Lang forced a smile onto his face.
"Young master, who might you be? Why have you come to trouble our Kuai Hua Village? Is there some misunderstanding? If we’ve offended you in any way, we’ll offer our apologies and make amends."
His words stunned the men beside him.
They’d never seen their leader speak so politely—especially to a mere youth.
The one who had come to destroy them, kill their people… and now their leader was bowing to him?
Who was this boy?
All eyes turned back to Lu Qing.
But with their Qi not even close to the Qi Xue Jing stage, how could they possibly fathom Lu Qing’s true strength?
Lu Qing remained expressionless.
He’d expected as much—those who ruled a village like this weren’t fools.
But he had no interest in playing games.
The killing intent boiling inside him refused to be held back.
And he could already sense more people converging from outside—others from the gang, gathering fast.
Though he had no intention of sparing a single soul in this village, he didn’t plan to wait for them to form their ranks.
So, without a word, he planted his feet firmly, lowered his center of gravity, and assumed the opening stance of the Four Directions Sword Art.
His entire body erupted with Qi.
The bloodlust, long suppressed, surged forward—pulsing straight toward Zhai Xin Lang.
Zhai Xin Lang felt it—the suffocating weight of absolute intent to kill.
His face twisted. He knew then—there would be no negotiation.
The boy’s aura screamed finality.
Even if he didn’t know why Lu Qing hated him, he knew one thing: survival meant action.
"Attack! Kill him!" Zhai Xin Lang roared, waving his hand.
But before the last syllable left his mouth, Lu Qing had already moved.
In the instant the first word escaped his lips, Lu Qing launched forward—blazing up the stairs toward the second floor.
By the time Zhai Xin Lang finished speaking, Lu Qing was already upon him.
Using the momentum of his leap, he gripped his War Blade with both hands and swung upward in a sweeping arc—a slashing cut from below, aimed straight at Zhai Xin Lang’s chest!
This was no ordinary slash.
Lu Qing poured every ounce of strength into it—his Qi, his rage, his suppressed killing fury since arriving at Kuai Hua Village.
The moment the blade cut through the air, Lu Qing felt something shift within his soul.
His understanding of the Four Directions Sword Art deepened once more.
A memory flashed in his mind—the words of Abilities long ago:
"Four Directions Sword—built on momentum, fueled by slaughter!"
It was never a technique of precision or finesse. It demanded one thing: when it moved, it must be all-in. Unstoppable. With the will to kill, it cuts down every enemy in its path.
Zhai Xin Lang hadn’t expected such speed. Such ruthlessness.
The sheer force of the slash made his blood run cold.
Instinct screamed: Do not block—this will kill you.
Without thinking, he raised both arms to guard, then kicked back with all his strength—retreating desperately.
CRACK!
Lu Qing’s blade roared forward with overwhelming force.
The railing, the floor—none could stop it.
The wood split like paper.
The blade sliced straight toward Zhai Xin Lang’s chest, aiming to cleave him in two.
But when the blade met Zhai Xin Lang’s arms—protected by steel gauntlets he’d paid dearly for—Lu Qing felt an immense resistance.
The blade didn’t cut through instantly.
BOOM!
The clash of power sent Zhai Xin Lang flying backward.
His body crashed through the wooden wall behind him, vanishing from sight.
"Brother!!"
The other village leaders, already shaken by Lu Qing’s presence, now trembled in terror.
They couldn’t believe their mighty leader—once invincible—had been so easily thrown aside by a single slash.
"Who is this boy? Is this even the strength of a Qi Xue Jing cultivator?!"
On the second floor, Zhai Xin Lang rolled across the ground, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth, his chest aching.
He looked down at his arms—his prized steel gauntlets, forged with rare iron and enchanted runes—now split open, deeply scarred from the impact.
He couldn’t believe it.
Two Qi Xue Jing cultivators… and he couldn’t even block one slash?
Escape!
The thought came instantly.
One clash, and he was already wounded, his armor half-destroyed.
If he didn’t run now, he’d die here.
No hesitation.
Zhai Xin Lang scrambled to his feet, smashed through the back window, and leapt onto the wooden platform outside.
"Trying to run?"
Lu Qing saw it the moment it happened.
With a flick of his wrist, the War Blade traced a perfect arc through the air.
A flash of light.
Three heads flew into the sky.
The once-arrogant leaders of Kuai Hua Village—now reduced to lifeless corpses.
After dispatching the filth, Lu Qing kicked the floor beneath him.
The wooden planks shattered into splinters.
Then, with a leap, he followed Zhai Xin Lang into the night.
(End of Chapter)
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