Chapter 79: Slain Zhai Xin Lang, Massacre
As Lu Qing pursued Zhai Xin Lang out into the open, the stunned gamblers inside the wooden pavilion finally dared to crawl to their feet after a long, trembling silence.
Gazing at the severed heads on the second floor and the blood seeping down the wooden beams, they shuddered uncontrollably. Yet not one of them dared to flee the building.
What if they stepped outside only to collide with that demon?
Now, all they prayed for was that the village chief would kill this monster—only then would they truly be safe.
Dispatching several of the Kuai Hua Village’s senior officers had taken Lu Qing almost no time at all. So when he leapt from the second floor, mid-air, his gaze swept across the compound and instantly locked onto Zhai Xin Lang’s location.
The man had just darted behind a small hut, hoping to use the structure to block Lu Qing’s line of sight and escape.
“Zhai Xin Lang! You won’t get away!” Lu Qing roared, his voice echoing for miles. Landing with a thunderous impact, his body surged with qi, and he shot toward the hut like a bolt of lightning.
“Boy, don’t push me too far!” Zhai Xin Lang, stunned by how swiftly Lu Qing had followed, immediately veered in another direction.
“Today, you die!”
A deadly chase began through the village.
“Lu Xiao Langjun truly slipped inside!”
On the outskirts of Kuai Hua Village, Ma Gu had been pacing impatiently, already considering whether to force his way in. The sudden roar of battle sent a jolt of relief through him.
But then confusion followed.
“Why does it sound like Lu Xiao Langjun is on the offensive?”
Still, Ma Gu couldn’t wait any longer.
That entire afternoon had been agony. On one hand, he feared Lu Qing had already been silently eliminated by the villagers. On the other, he dreaded charging in and ruining Lu Qing’s carefully laid plan.
This torment of uncertainty was unbearable.
Had he known this would be the case, he’d have insisted on coming with Lu Qing from the start.
“Fight’s started inside—let’s move!”
Boom!
As Ma Gu and his companions rushed toward the village, Lu Qing finally caught up with Zhai Xin Lang.
Though their cultivation levels were nearly equal, Zhai Xin Lang had been wounded first—his movements slowed, his breath ragged.
When Lu Qing closed in, he swung his blade downward. Zhai Xin Lang raised his arm to block, deflecting the strike, then staggered back, pressing his back against a wall, panting.
“Ah… so it’s an iron bracer. No wonder it’s so tough—resisted two blows.”
Lu Qing spotted the hidden steel armguard beneath the torn sleeve.
“Boy… must you go to such extremes?” Zhai Xin Lang gasped, his eyes blazing with fury.
“You’re filth. No number of deaths could wash away your sins.” Lu Qing replied coldly.
“What do you want? Gold? Women? I have plenty—take it all!” Zhai Xin Lang snarled.
“I want your life.”
Without another word, Lu Qing swung again.
“Want me dead? Not so easy!”
Knowing there was no mercy, Zhai Xin Lang went berserk. His face twisted in rage, he channeled all his qi, charging straight at Lu Qing.
Short-range combat was his strength. Against a man with a long blade, closing the distance was essential.
But Lu Qing saw through his intent.
Abilities revealed Zhai Xin Lang’s true nature—master of close-range martial arts.
So when Zhai Xin Lang lunged in, Lu Qing swung his sword once—just once—and forced him back.
Zhai Xin Lang didn’t relent. He pivoted swiftly, dodging the blade, then surged forward again with both arms flung wide.
Again, he failed. Another blade strike forced him back.
This time, he couldn’t fully avoid the edge. A deep gash tore across his right shoulder. Had he been slower, his entire arm would have been severed.
Already weakened by internal injuries, now bleeding from an external wound, Zhai Xin Lang’s movements grew even slower.
But he had no choice.
Either he died… or Lu Qing did.
Now, only one chance remained—close within three feet of Lu Qing and strike with his fists. Otherwise, he’d be hacked to death, one slice at a time.
For the next few moments, the battle entered a stalemate.
Zhai Xin Lang desperately tried to close the gap, relying on his boxing skills to overwhelm Lu Qing.
But every time he moved, Lu Qing’s blade forced him back.
Likewise, Lu Qing couldn’t land a killing blow—Zhai Xin Lang’s agility kept him just out of reach.
They were evenly matched, locked in a brutal, tense exchange.
To the outside eye, it seemed neither could gain the upper hand.
But Zhai Xin Lang grew more and more desperate.
He couldn’t understand—how could Lu Qing’s swordplay be so flawless?
The moves looked simple, yet no matter what he tried, he couldn’t break through that War Blade’s defense.
A youth, already at Qi Xue Jing Xia Cheng cultivation level—that was impressive enough.
But to master swordplay this well?
Where had this boy come from?
Cang County had never heard of such a talent.
In his moment of despair, Zhai Xin Lang slipped—another wound opened across his body.
Worse still—this time, it was on his leg.
Pain shot through his muscles. His movement faltered.
Lu Qing’s eyes flashed. He seized the opening.
With a burst of qi, he swung his blade straight for Zhai Xin Lang’s neck.
“Mercy…”
This time, Zhai Xin Lang couldn’t dodge. Terror filled his eyes. He opened his mouth to beg—
But the words never came.
His head severed cleanly in one stroke.
Lu Qing didn’t pause.
He spun instantly, charging toward the trembling Kuai Hua Village gang members who had been watching from afar.
He had not forgotten his mission: to utterly destroy this village.
“Ah! Mercy! Please!”
Lu Qing’s clash with Zhai Xin Lang had been swift and brutal in the eyes of the others.
Seeing the village chief cut down in an instant, the gang members were already paralyzed with fear.
Now, as Lu Qing charged toward them, their hearts shattered.
But their pleas meant nothing.
No mercy.
No pity.
The slaughter began.
…
“Mercy, good sir! Mercy!”
“I’ve got silver—take it all!”
“Just spare me! All of it’s yours!”
In front of the pavilion, Zhao Lao San dropped to his knees, trembling, pulling a pouch of silver from his chest and holding it out before him.
Inside, rage burned.
He’d been lucky tonight—after selling off that cursed item, his luck turned miraculous. He’d not only recovered all his losses, but doubled and tripled his winnings.
He could’ve kept going—until he’d been ruined by this boy.
How could he not hate him?
But fear silenced his hatred.
This boy was a true demon.
Look at the bodies littering the ground—his work.
He dared not show anger.
Instead, he trembled, pleading for his life.
Lu Qing looked at him—no emotion in his eyes.
A flick of his wrist.
A flash of blade.
Zhao Lao San’s cry cut short.
A crimson line split his neck. His body collapsed, headless.
The scene unfolded just as Ma Gu and his companions stepped into the village.
(End of Chapter)
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