Chapter 123 Killing

The various countries of the Jiufu Realm were numerous. The registered population alone exceeded 15 billion, and there were even more unregistered people.

With so many people and such a vast world, no one dared to say they could kill all the villains in the world.

An Qisheng never had such a thought either.

He would simply kill each one he encountered, that was all.

As his voice still echoed, An Qisheng's feet moved incessantly.

With a single shift, his body would traverse dozens of yards. Each step he took caused the earth to tremble, and a casual palm strike could shatter the air currents within thirty feet.

Wherever he passed, destruction followed, and corpses littered the ground.

In an instant, the ground before the Xia Yi Gate was as if drenched in a heavy rain, wet and slippery.

The intermittent screams drifted across the dozens of miles of open space, carried by the howling wind.

"Ah! A demon, a demon!"

Some people, as if driven mad, desperately fled, their courage completely shattered.

Upon the scarlet mud, An Qisheng lightly tapped his foot, causing the swords and blades beneath him, whether broken or intact, to leap up.

Ding…

An Qisheng's palm swept across, his fingers gliding over the numerous swords like playing a zither.

Shua shua shua!

With a casual flick, a dozen swords before him instantly shot through the air, trailing long, white streamers of air.

They pierced through over a dozen people fleeing hundreds of feet away in different directions, then continued, their momentum unabated, burying themselves into the ground and disappearing from sight.

Rumble!

Only after the many corpses fell to the ground did the sound of the swords piercing the air reach An Qisheng like thunder.

Blood-red earth, white robes fluttering.

The many people before the Xia Yi Gate trembled in their hearts, feeling an indescribable fear at the unmatched killing intent of the Daoist.

They had never seen someone in the martial world with such a great bloodlust.

Even more terrifying was that those he killed seemed to have no grievances with him at all.

Capricious, eccentric.

A series of words causing dread and fear were placed upon An Qisheng by many present.

Many who had previously felt dissatisfied with An Qisheng's condemnation of them as beasts now felt a touch of relief in their hearts.

Better a beast than someone worse than a beast, right?

"What a great bloodlust…"

Nangong Qing's long eyebrows twitched, his heart shaken as well.

There was never a lack of fighting in the martial world, and many were known for their killing. He had seen and killed such people, but this was the first time he had seen someone with such a great bloodlust as An Qisheng.

"Well done!"

Amidst the fear of countless people, only Yun Haitian praised him.

Although there was amazement on his old face, which was fading from red to pale, there was more joy.

During the seven questions and seven answers, he had sensed the scenes An Qisheng wanted him to see with his 'spirit', and naturally knew that none of those who died at An Qisheng's hands were innocent.

Even if An Qisheng hadn't killed them this time, he would never have allowed them to leave.

He was amazed but not afraid of An Qisheng's great bloodlust. Instead, he felt a sense of relief at meeting a kindred spirit.

Tap tap tap~

An Qisheng strode out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

Strangely, despite killing so many that blood flowed across hundreds of yards, not a trace of red stained his Daoist robes, which remained as clean as ever.

Even his cloth shoes, when he stepped through the blood, showed no trace of filth when lifted.

It was as if an invisible force field surrounded him.

Especially as he walked out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood like a Shura field, there was no killing intent lingering on him.

His temperament was detached and peaceful.

It was as if he had just swept away the remaining garbage from the world, rather than committing mass slaughter.

He strode forward, each step exactly nine yards and nine inches. In just a few steps, he had arrived before Sun En.

The little guy, who had witnessed this slaughter from the closest distance, was pale and trembling, but he persevered, his strength of will drawing attention.

"Afraid?"

An Qisheng touched the little guy's cheek, a wisp of warm true energy soothing his mind.

"Not afraid!"

The little guy trembled, his teeth clenching, but he stubbornly looked up at An Qisheng:

"Grandpa killed, killed bad people, En'en not afraid!"

The little guy gritted his teeth.

He couldn't be afraid. To avenge his family, he had to follow this Daoist grandpa.

The poor little guy didn't even know that the culprit who destroyed his sect and killed his master was already dead.

"Good child."

An Qisheng smiled, seeing through his thoughts, but said nothing.

He took his cold little hand and walked towards the Xia Yi Gate.

The moment the killing stopped, there wasn't a trace of killing intent on his body. Yun Haitian was surprised by his control.

But when everyone saw him coming, they couldn't help but tremble.

It was like an ordinary person encountering a tiger at night. Even if the tiger looked lazy and satisfied, as if it had eaten its fill, how many people wouldn't be frightened?

"Yun Haitian, with his disciples, thanks you, Brother, for your help."

Before An Qisheng approached, Yun Haitian had already stepped forward and knelt down with all his disciples, kowtowing deeply.

An Qisheng didn't stand on ceremony and accepted the salute.

He was a man who kept kindness and grudges in his heart. He would repay whatever he owed others, but he would not pretend to be magnanimous and refuse thanks.

After everyone kowtowed three times in gratitude, he reached out to help Yun Haitian up:

"Xia Wangye (Heroic King) is seriously injured, no need to be too polite."

Yun Haitian wanted to salute again: "Nine bows are not enough to repay one ten-thousandth of your kindness."

But he could not bow after only a slight inclination.

"Three kowtows are enough, nine bows are too much."

An Qisheng blocked him with one arm, preventing him from bowing.

It was as immovable as a mountain. He wanted to bow again, but it was impossible to compete with his benefactor at this time.

He could only helplessly rise.

"Brother, there's no need to call me Xia Wang (Heroic King). This title has been placed on me for decades, and it really makes me tired."

Yun Haitian said, suddenly raising his palm.

His majestic palm force burst out, directly blasting the plaque with the three golden characters ‘Xia Yi Men’ (Heroic Righteousness Gate), along with the tall gatehouse, into powder:

"The Xia Yi Gate is no longer needed either."

"Master!"

"Xia Wang (Heroic King)!"

"Brother Yun!"

All the disciples of the Xia Yi Gate and the martial artists such as Nangong Qing changed their expressions.

They only thought that Yun Haitian was stimulated by today's events, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

Only An Qisheng smiled without saying a word.

"I have lived for ninety years, how could I be so easily stimulated?"

Yun Haitian waved his hand, throwing the approaching disciples aside, and said:

"It's just that the words 'Xia Yi' (Heroic Righteousness) need not be hung high for all to see!"

"Keeping it in the heart, knowing and acting in unison, is much better than hanging it high."

An Qisheng smiled faintly.

"Brother understands me."

Yun Haitian waved his hand and said:

"Brother, please come inside and rest for a moment. I'll be right back."

"Teacher, your injuries have not healed. If there is anything, just tell your disciples!"

The other disciples knelt on the ground in panic.

The Scarlet Qi-Breaking Needles were top-tier hidden weapons. Having taken all the needles head-on, even Yun Haitian, with his profound skills, must have been seriously injured.

"You all clean up in front of the gate. Although these beasts should be left to be eaten by wild animals, their corpses lying here are an eyesore."

Yun Haitian raised his long eyebrows and dismissed his disciples.

Then he cupped his hands towards An Qisheng and said solemnly:

"Brother may not know, but before that Feng Qingxuan attacked, I was being questioned in the sect and didn't pay close attention. Now that I think about it, the great monks of the Huangjue Temple probably went to stop Feng Qingxuan for me. This time..."

Speaking of this, Yun Haitian sighed:

"The masters fought bravely for me. I don't know if they are alive or dead, and my heart is uneasy."

With that, he turned and walked away, striding into the distance in the setting sun. Although his figure swayed, his steps were as steady as a mountain.

"Huangjue Temple…"

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart.

On the way, he had seen several monks lying dead by the roadside. He had sensed the aura of the Xia Yi Gate and rushed over without looking closely, but most of them were probably dead through and through.

"Senior, please."

A disciple of the Xia Yi Gate stepped forward, bowed, and gestured for An Qisheng to enter the gate.

An Qisheng nodded slightly and turned to look. In the distance, a figure flashed by, and Yun Dongliu had already gone far away.

Seeing that his fellow disciples and master were safe and sound, he turned and left.

He didn't stop him, because only Yun Dongliu himself could overcome this obstacle. Even if others helped him, it would be meaningless.

"Please tell the Heroic King that we have been delayed for too long and should take our leave now."

Following An Qisheng into the Xia Yi Gate.

The martial artists immediately became active, but the first thing they said was goodbye.

No matter how the disciples of the Xia Yi Gate tried to persuade them, it was useless. They only said they wanted to leave.

They were joking. They had almost died today, so how could they have any intention of staying?

At this moment, they only wanted to get as far away as possible from the old Daoist with the great bloodlust.

Therefore, in just a moment, after many disciples of the Xia Yi Gate packed up their luggage, everyone bid farewell and disappeared into the night as if fleeing.

They probably didn't want to set foot in this place or see that person again for the rest of their lives.

A disciple of the Xia Yi Gate led An Qisheng to the hall, poured him tea, and waited on him.

Before long, two small figures rushed in excitedly.

"Master!"

"Master, you're finally here!"

The two little guys threw themselves into An Qisheng's arms, feeling extremely excited.

It was Jiang Tingting and Zhang Hao Hao.

"Master has come to take you away."

An Qisheng touched the cheeks of the two little guys. They had gained weight.

Although these two little guys were far inferior to Sun En in terms of talent, comprehension, and luck, they were more dear to him in his heart.

When he first came to the Jiufu Realm, if it hadn't been for these two little guys, his journey in this other world might have ended on that sickbed.

Sun En curiously looked at the two peers who were slightly older than him, feeling a little envious and sad.

He used to jump into Master’s arm a few days ago.

But now……

Thinking about it, the little guy, who hadn't cried even after falling off a cliff and surviving for several days or witnessing a Shura-like massacre scene, couldn't help but cry silently.

Tears fell to the ground like beads.

"Oh, you, why are you crying?"

Jiang Tingting turned her head and noticed Sun En, feeling very surprised:

"You're so old, and you're still crying. Tingting hasn't cried since she was three years old!"

"No, I'm not!"

Sun En hurriedly turned his face away.

"Jiang Tingting, you're not ashamed. Who cried a lot of snot in Master's arms just now?"

Zhang Hao Hao put his hands on his hips and laughed.

"Master, look at senior brother!"

Jiang Tingting was furious and chased after him, but she couldn't catch up. She stamped her feet in anger.

After a few more months, she still hadn't developed any internal energy...

"Alright, you guys play."

An Qisheng's heart stirred slightly, and he walked out of the hall.

He stood in the night for a moment. Yun Haitian had already returned with seven simply sewn-together monk corpses lined up.

Several disciples of the Xia Yi Gate were carefully stitching the corpses together.

"The masters sought benevolence and obtained it. Yun will personally send your bodies back to the Huangjue Temple..."

Yun Haitian sighed, looking a little haggard.

Traveling back and forth dozens of miles with a serious injury, even he was struggling to hold on.

He barely held on until the seven corpses were sewn up, then staggered and almost fell.

He had to apologize to An Qisheng and return to his room with the help of several disciples.

"Huangjue Temple..."

After taking a look at the seven corpses, An Qisheng leaped onto the roof and, with a few flashes, arrived on the tall walls of the Xia Yi Gate.

Outside the Xia Yi Gate, many disciples of the Xia Yi Gate were quickly cleaning up the corpses.

An Qisheng's gaze slightly lifted, looking at the night in the distance.

There, red military auras like wolf smoke were rising, gradually approaching.