“Die!”
A brilliant flash of light streaked past.
Four figures dropped to the ground almost simultaneously.
In the blink of an eye, four living martial artists had become four cold corpses.
Not a single drop of blood stained Ling Xiao’s body.
White robes like snow, black hair dancing in the wind, he carried the carefree elegance of a true swordsman.
“Let’s go.”
Without sparing the dead a glance, Ling Xiao simply called out once and stepped through the gate with Leng Mei and Yue Nü.
The warriors inside the gate instinctively cleared a path for them, fear flickering in every heart.
“Young man, you’ve caused serious trouble, huge trouble!”
An elder at the peak of Ninefold Heaven sighed. “Your strength is indeed remarkable, but by killing those four you have offended the entire Black Python Family. Leave now while you still can, or you won’t get another chance.”
“Thank you for the warning, senior, but I haven’t bought what I came for. I don’t intend to leave yet.”
Ling Xiao smiled faintly and continued walking forward.
“What an arrogant fellow! What a terrifying sword!”
Watching his retreating back, a swordsman exclaimed in admiration.
“Erratic Soft Sword! That young man has already reached the second realm of the swordsman, attacking first in every move, seeking variation in every stance, winning through change and speed. His footwork and striking speed are ghostly and elusive, light as drifting smoke.”
The elder sighed. “Among young swordsmen who have reached this realm, I have only heard of one: Mo Shaoyou, the Life-Taking Swift Sword of Bi Bo Island. Could it really be him?”
“Who knows? Mo Shaoyou is famous, but he always wears a mask when he appears. No one knows his true face. Still, judging by his build and that extraordinarily high swordsman realm, it’s most likely him.”
Someone nearby added.
“If it really is Mo Shaoyou, even the Black Python Family won’t be able to touch him.”
“Enough, stop worrying about other people’s business. Let’s just enter the city. As long as we steer clear of those three, it’s nothing to do with us.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
This sort of trouble was truly not worth getting involved in.
After all, Sin City was crawling with experts from every corner. Even if the youth was not Mo Shaoyou of Bi Bo Island, he could be some young genius from the Black Crow Empire or the Divine Phoenix Empire.
This place lay at the junction of three great powers. Anyone could show up.
Mo Shaoyou’s reputation was enormous.
His status on Bi Bo Island was comparable to the Ten Phoenix Sons of the Divine Phoenix Empire, one of the top six young masters.
Every warrior on Bi Bo Island used the sword, giving rise to the title “Six Sword Princes”.
Mo Shaoyou was the third-ranked among them, the Life-Taking Sword.
Above him were only Bi Bo Sword Mo Cong and Rose Sword Situ Hongyan.
Yet in terms of fame, Mo Shaoyou stood head and shoulders above the rest.
He was arrogant, aloof, domineering, and struck to kill. He slaughtered without mercy.
He always wore a ferocious mask when travelling the jianghu, leaving a deep impression on everyone.
As one of the young island lords of Bi Bo Island, his position was exalted.
Ordinary people fled at the mere sight of him. If he drew his sword, there was no room for negotiation, only two possible outcomes: kill Mo Shaoyou or be killed.
So far, Mo Shaoyou still lived. That meant everyone who had forced him to draw his sword was dead.
Rumour said his cultivation had reached the embryonic stage of Half-Step Cave Heaven.
Like Celestial Pulse warriors, Half-Step Cave Heaven was divided into five phases: embryonic, growth, mature, complete, and breakthrough.
This was the process of transforming celestial pulses into a cave-heaven domain, requiring constant accumulation of power and constant comprehension.
Although it was merely a transitional realm between Celestial Realm and Cave Heaven Realm, its importance was self-evident.
By common rule, a Half-Step Cave Heaven warrior was absolutely stronger than anyone below Ten Directions Heaven.
Exceptions were exceedingly rare.
Mo Shaoyou was only twenty, younger than Peacock Phoenix Son Kong He, yet his cultivation matched Kong He’s.
It was therefore perfectly normal for him to rank third on Bi Bo Island, especially since Kong He only ranked tenth among the Divine Phoenix Empire’s Ten Phoenix Sons.
Mo Shaoyou was considered invincible within the Celestial Realm. Even warriors in the growth stage of Half-Step Cave Heaven rarely dared to oppose him.
His swordsman realm was simply too high, and his methods were ruthless and merciless. To make an enemy of such a person was almost certainly to court death.
If he did not draw his sword, fine. Once drawn, blood must flow.
That was the style of the Life-Taking Sword, Mo Shaoyou.
…
On the long street, pedestrians hurried to and fro, though some warriors paused to take in the sights.
Most of these were newcomers to Sin City, finding everything fresh and fascinating.
And there were quite a lot of them.
The most prosperous street in Sin City was known as “Black Street”.
Nothing on Black Street had a fixed price. The cost of any item depended entirely on the strength of buyer and seller.
It strictly upheld the law of the jungle, even more firmly than the rest of the city.
A figure appeared on the street.
Black robes, a hideous mask, and a black longsword combined to create a sharp, terrifying presence.
The once-noisy street suddenly fell silent.
Almost everyone stared at this person. Some even swallowed nervously.
“Mo Shaoyou!”
“The Life-Taking Sword!”
“Such intense killing intent!”
“What terrifying sword intent!”
Perhaps the mask was simply too eye-catching, for people recognised him at a glance.
Most warriors kept their weapons in storage rings for convenience and readiness.
Yet Mo Shaoyou had a peculiar habit: that longsword, which looked like a strip of black iron, was always tied at his waist.
Yes, it was a soft sword.
Mo Shaoyou’s swordsman realm had reached the level of Erratic Soft Sword. The soft sword in his hand shifted unpredictably, vicious and deadly.
Often, before his opponent could grasp his pattern, they were already cut down on the spot.
That unremarkable black sword radiated a thick stench of blood.
It was said Mo Shaoyou never cleaned his treasured sword. He believed the blood of his enemies staining the blade was a mark of glory.
He walked casually, yet his sharpness was fully exposed.
Everyone could feel the icy sword intent pressing down on them.
The man himself seemed to have become a deadly weapon. Truly frightening.
Many people kept their heads lowered, not daring to meet Mo Shaoyou’s gaze, terrified of angering this god of death and perishing beneath his blade.
Of course, Black Street had its share of experts, but few surpassed Mo Shaoyou.
Mo Shaoyou was clearly pleased with their reactions.
Yet suddenly his steps halted.
Because, while everyone else had cleared a path for him, three people were actually walking straight toward him.
Not only did they pay him no attention, they were chatting and laughing as if his overwhelming murderous aura did not exist at all.
