Chapter 1 Calm Under the Night

Beneath the night sky, all was calm.

An Qisheng sat motionless, his eyes serene.

Having lived two lives and experienced many storms, his state of mind had gradually changed, acquiring a sense of composure in the face of sudden events and a lack of anger when provoked without reason.

He didn't care about the life stories of these three people, whether they were good or evil.

Whether they came to step on him to rise to power, or to work for the Six Doors.

He didn't believe that if he had lost this time, these three would let him leave safely.

And even if these three were magnanimous and righteous, and let him go, how many people would come to 'exterminate evil and defend the righteous' and 'act on behalf of Heaven' upon learning of his serious injuries?

Therefore, he couldn't hold back in any way, unless he wanted to die himself.

Dong Tianyou stood up shakily, and laughed miserably: "Good, good, good, Mr. An is indeed worthy of being second on the Earthly Rankings, we overestimated ourselves."

"One move, one death and two serious injuries, Mr. An's name as the Blood Devil is well-deserved!"

In the devastated ruins, Feng Zhendong coughed up blood and got up, his face pale.

In the end, he didn't face An Qisheng directly like Yun Tang, although he was seriously injured at this time, he wasn't directly killed on the spot.

"Blood Devil..."

An Qisheng nodded noncommittally, and said indifferently:

"If these are your last words, then An is a little disappointed."

The bark of a defeated dog has always been foul-smelling.

Although An Qisheng knew that this was human nature, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Is this what a great hero is?

Is this what a master is?

Their demeanor was not comparable to the sages of Xuan Xing, nor even to Porter, Wang Zhixuan, and others.

There is indeed great terror between life and death, but before coming here, did they not even consider this?

"Brother Feng! If we die, we die, why say such things?"

Dong Tianyou straightened his body, his chest heaving:

"We have lived our lives valiantly, if we show timidity before death, wouldn't that ruin our lifelong reputation?"

"Hahaha!"

Feng Zhendong coughed up a large mouthful of blood, laughing loudly: "That's right, that's right! We have enjoyed life to the fullest, and death is also famous! It is Feng who cannot see through it!"

The two looked at each other.

Then, they both let out a long roar, and as they stepped forward, their fists and palms reached out, forming sword fingers together, using their fingers to perform various sword techniques, directly stabbing at An Qisheng.

Li Feibai and the others watched with their hearts swaying.

Although the two were afraid of death in the end, they faced it frankly, and they didn't fail their lifelong reputation.

They asked themselves that if they were in the same situation, they would have absolutely no intention of making a move other than kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

An Qisheng sighed softly, and stood up:

"The arena of fame and fortune is a hero's graveyard, why bother?"

Boom!

At the moment An Qisheng stood up, a great wind suddenly rose under the night sky, stirring up dust.

In an instant, An Qisheng swept away his old age, and endless vitality burst out from his body, bursting out with a powerful aura that made people palpitate.

Then, he took a step and made a move.

Between the horizontal pushes of his fists and palms, the invisible air currents made a groan of unbearable weight under the pinching of his five fingers, and when his fist reached halfway, it changed, and a shimmering light flashed between his palms.

He had already smashed open the two men's defenses with an extremely barbaric posture.

Bang bang~

In the sound of two almost simultaneous physical collisions.

Feng Zhendong and Dong Tianyou's bodies shook and froze on the spot.

The others could see clearly that between the two men's stiffness, it was as if an invisible palm force penetrated through their spines.

Earth and stone splashed up, and the invisible palm force actually pulled out a long gully behind them.

Hu~

An Qisheng retracted his palm, and the bodies of the two fell into the gully.

Tie Shan walked out of the ruins, his eyes a little complicated.

Three great experts who had condensed their Qi Channels, even if they were a little inferior to famous constables like Xue Chaoyang, were also hegemons who roamed a state.

And just like that, they were dead.

"Bury them all."

An Qisheng said lightly, and walked towards Li Feibai and the others who were trembling on the edge of the ruins.

Tie Shan shook his head slightly, and moved Yun Tang's body from not far away, filling it into the gully as well.

He carefully buried them.

"When people die, everything is empty, what's the use of gold, silver, and jewelry?"

Holding the few silver notes and several secret manuals taken from the three, Tie Shan sighed softly:

"A tombstone will not be erected, with the fame of the three in Fengzhou, I don't know how many tomb robbers will come to patronize if a tombstone is erected..."

He had hundreds of disciples, thousands of acres of fertile land, vast wealth, and many beautiful concubines, his power could be described as extremely great.

Whether it was the many gentry and aristocratic families in the state government, or the high-ranking officials sent by the imperial court, they all had to give them some respect.

It could be said that they could get wind if they wanted wind, and rain if they wanted rain.

But after death, it was nothing more than a three-foot grave and a handful of yellow earth.

Tap tap tap~~~

Hearing the approaching footsteps, and the white-haired old Taoist who looked extremely terrifying in the night, Li Feibai and the other two were terrified, their hearts beating violently, as if grasped by an invisible hand.

They found it difficult to breathe.

Having witnessed the three legendary figures being so easily beaten to death on the spot, how could they dare to have any slight movement?

How could they not be afraid?

Plop~

When they saw An Qisheng under the scarlet moonlight, the three finally couldn't help it, and knelt down on the ground, begging for mercy repeatedly:

"Taoist priest, Taoist priest, we were just passing by, passing by, we're not with those three."

"It's that this little one's mouth was cheap and offended the Taoist priest, I'll slap myself!"

Li Feibai's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he slapped his face left and right, making a 'slap slap' sound.

At this time, he regretted it so much that his intestines turned green, what was he doing here?

It was simply seeking his own death.

Changsun Huai couldn't speak or move, but he felt extremely happy in his heart, and also a little anxious, afraid that this old Taoist would be bewitched by them.

His eyes rolled anxiously.

An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the three, and after a moment of silence, he said lightly:

"Li Feibai, how does it feel to kill someone's entire family?"

"Tao, Taoist priest?"

Li Feibai's heart tightened, he stammered, and felt extremely frightened in his heart.

How did he know?

How could he know my name?

For a time, not only Li Feibai, but Li Feihong and Yuan San also felt their hands and feet go cold, their breathing stopped, and they felt immense fear.

Ripples appeared in An Qisheng's eyes, and in his unique perspective, the things that the three had done flashed.

Hu~

Changsun Huai was also shocked, and suddenly felt his body relax. He quickly tore off the cloth from his mouth, turned over and knelt on the ground, kowtowing three times in a row.

"Taoist priest, these three are the Qingyan Three Fiends, they do all kinds of evil on weekdays, and killed my master's entire family for my master's inherited treasure!

Don't be deceived by them, if you don't know martial arts, they will kill you as well!"

Changsun Huai said, tears streaming down his face, his eyes full of hatred as he looked at the three.

"Shut up!"

"Nonsense!"

Yuan San and the others all changed their expressions.

"Changsun Huai, that thing was originally passed down from my Li family, it was taken from my Li family by your master's ancestors, this is just returning it to its original owner!"

Li Feibai's face was livid.

"Nonsense! That thing was originally passed down from my master's family!"

Changsun Huai was furious.

"I probably don't need to interfere with the vendettas of the martial world."

An Qisheng said softly, suppressing all sounds.

In the martial world, it is either you kill me or I kill you, it is difficult to say right or wrong, and he is not a nosy person.

Li Feibai and the other two looked overjoyed, while Changsun Huai's face turned pale.

"However."

An Qisheng changed his tone, and with a flick of his sleeve, his energy swept across, and his slender index finger had already pointed at the center of Li Feibai and the other two's eyebrows:

"Since I've encountered it, it's no harm to do it with a little effort."

Li Feibai and the others widened their eyes, making 'heh heh' sounds in their mouths, but they couldn't say anything.

Their heads hit the ground, and they had already lost their breath.

"Thank you, Taoist priest, for avenging my master's family!"

Changsun Huai kowtowed non-stop, tears streaming down his face.

"That's all."

An Qisheng raised his palm lightly, and an invisible force lifted him up.

Having entered the dreams of the four people in a short time, he naturally knew what had happened before.

"Taoist priest..."

After Changsun Huai got up, he suddenly tore open his clothes and reached out to tear at his chest.

With a tearing sound.

A human skin scroll that was no different in color from his skin had already been torn off by him.

He held the human skin scroll in both hands, and bowed, saying:

"This human skin scroll was passed down from my master's ancestors, please accept it."

He would not accept rewards without merit, but he would not refuse kindness.

An Qisheng had never been a hypocritical person. He was curious about this thing, so he naturally reached out to take it.

This was an extremely thin piece of skin. Under the scarlet moonlight, the scroll was empty, and there seemed to be nothing on it.

"Taoist priest, there is indeed nothing on this..."

Changsun Huai said with a wry smile:

"My master and his ancestors have also searched for this sheepskin scroll, there is neither a map nor a secret martial arts manual on it..."

After getting this sheepskin scroll, Changsun Huai had looked at it more than once.

But he got nothing.

There was nothing on it at all.

Just for such a piece of skin, his master's family was buried in a sea of fire. He had no nostalgia for this sheepskin scroll at all. If it hadn't been unharmed by water and fire, he would have destroyed it long ago.

"This is a human skin..."

An Qisheng gently pinched the human skin scroll, his eyes rippling with a trace of light: "And, it comes from a master."

An Qisheng was quite curious.

With his eyesight, he couldn't see any pores or damage on this skin under the moonlight.

Obviously, the physique of the owner of this human skin had reached an extremely high level, and seemed to be even stronger than him at this time.

At least, although his pores were tiny and invisible now, they were at least visible.

After all, he still had hair.

The owner of this human skin must have had no hair on his body, completely clean.

A bald man, how could he not be strong?

"Since that's the case, Taoist priest, please keep this thing."

After Changsun Huai kowtowed a few more times, he picked up the bodies of Li Feibai and the others, and said:

"My master's soul has not gone far, this junior will take their bodies to pay homage to my master's family..."

"Go."

An Qisheng waved his hand.

He lowered his eyes and carefully looked at the human skin scroll.

A master of this level would naturally not tear off his own skin to leave a souvenir for future generations, there must be something he wanted to pass down.

What the eyes cannot see does not mean there is nothing on it.

Ripples rose in his eyes, reflecting the human skin scroll.

Buzz~