Chapter 17 A Killing Spree
Between the drifting echoes, it seemed as if wind and snow suddenly blew across the world. A cold current went straight into their lungs, chilling them to the bone.

Among the crowd, Han Feng's expression was gloomy as he spoke coldly:

"Killing is just a matter of nodding one's head to the ground. Your Excellency is going too far!"

He had no choice but to come forward because he was one of those who had not been commented on by An Qisheng and was considered 'worse than beasts'.

He could feel a majestic aura permeating the surroundings, leaving no one able to escape.

"Brother Han is right! Even if Zhou Dashan offended Your Excellency, killing him would have been enough. Why use such demonic techniques to humiliate him?"

Another master from the Earth Ranking stepped out of the crowd.

He was an old man dressed in golden robes, with a dignified aura and a noble countenance.

He held a narrow, cold saber, his eyes sharp, and his expression equally gloomy.

"Brother Han, Brother Li, why waste so much time talking to him? This demon is so evil, it's better to fight to the death than to let him humiliate us!"

Amidst a hoarse voice that sounded like a sharp weapon cutting through a wall, a thin old man with a sword walked out and stood shoulder to shoulder with the two:

"Even if his demonic skills are strong, can he kill this old man twice?"

The three stood side by side, their auras intertwined, thick and profound like an abyss or a mountain.

"That's right! When a man dies, his bird faces the sky; if he doesn't die, he'll live for ten thousand years! Whoever wants to kill me will have to kill him first!"

"Demons are the enemy of everyone! The title of Chivalrous King is just a false name; it's up to us to eliminate demons and defend the righteous path!"

"Too much bullying! At worst, we'll fight to the death. No matter how high your martial arts are, I'm not afraid of you!"

"Fight!"

Behind the three, hundreds or thousands of martial artists sensed An Qisheng's firm killing intent and felt a sense of shared hatred. One by one, they stirred their inner force and true qi, emitting thunderous roars, adding three points to their momentum.

For a time, a strong wind rose on the earth, the momentum was extremely vast.

"Your Excellency's divine skill is unparalleled, and we are convinced, but there are hundreds or thousands of people here. Can Your Excellency kill them all?!"

Before the crowd, Han Feng's aura was tyrannical, his voice like a bell:

"Moreover, we have no old grudges and no recent grievances. Why be enemies? If Your Excellency is willing to let go and make peace, Han will definitely help Your Excellency clear your name!"

Han Feng's heart was heavy and puzzled.

This An Qisheng seemed to have a strong killing intent towards them, but that made no sense at all.

He wants to kill us for no reason?

Why?

But circumstances were stronger than people. They seemed to have a large number of people, but in reality, no one dared to escape in front of An Qisheng.

One person had surrounded them all.

In the distance, Yun Dongliu's chest rose and fell as he looked at Han Feng with great hatred.

But he had to admire the man's cunning.

Han Feng first stepped forward to arouse the crowd's sense of shared hatred, gathering the momentum of the crowd. Then, he combined the momentum of the crowd into one, first demonstrating his strength, and then lowering his stance.

He fully displayed the demeanor of an old Jianghu figure.

If the person who came was not determined to kill, he might really retreat.

Before thousands of people, feeling the gathering of each other, under his pressure, there was a bit of tragic momentum.

An Qisheng's eyes leisurely swept over the faces, some full of justice, some full of indignation, some ferocious, and some solemn, and smiled:

"You're right, we have no old grudges and no recent grievances. There's no need to be so aggressive..."

At the same time.

Murder, arson, rape, plunder, coercion, and all kinds of things that he had only heard of in legends in his previous and present lives constantly appeared in his mind.

The alternation of reality and dreams deepened his understanding.

The strong prey on the weak, and the fittest survive. This is the way of heaven. However, respecting the old and loving the young, helping the weak and supporting the poor, and striving for self-improvement are the ways of humanity.

Unconsciously, he had a deeper reverence for the sages.

Since the beginning of time, the laws of Xuanxing have changed, but the unchanging morality has influenced every descendant, making them understand the principles. This is the inheritance of humanity.

This is civilization.

The Jiu Fu Realm has abundant spiritual energy, vast land and abundant resources, a large population, and all kinds of natural treasures and exotic objects, but it lacks morality.

Therefore, in his eyes, everything was out of place.

Just like a ray of light shining down in the endless night, darkness cannot tolerate light, and light cannot tolerate darkness.

His killing intent was not unfounded, but natural.

In other words, if he didn't do this, his thoughts would not be clear.

Or rather, knowledge and action were not one.

"If that's the case..."

Han Feng's expression eased.

Zhou Dashan couldn't see it, and only thought that Feng Qingxuan was not as strong as rumored, but he saw it clearly and knew that Feng Qingxuan was even stronger than rumored. The reason why he died so decisively was because this old Daoist was terrifyingly strong.

If he had a choice, he would definitely not want to stand up and talk to this extremely fierce demon.

But he only said half a sentence, and An Qisheng suddenly spoke, interrupting him like a sharp sword.

"Chivalrous King!"

An Qisheng spoke in a loud voice, his voice like an arrow piercing through the air, spreading across the wide plain of dozens of miles.

"Hmm?"

Yun Haitian slowly opened his eyes and looked at An Qisheng, who was standing before thousands of people with his clothes moving without wind:

"What can I do for you, Brother?"

"If someone forces a good woman into prostitution, breaks up other people's families, and treats others as his own flesh to be slaughtered..."

Before thousands of people, An Qisheng took a step forward.

With one step, Han Feng and others changed their expressions drastically. They only felt the sky collapsing, the earth shaking, and the wind and thunder rolling in, pouring into their hearts and lungs!

The majestic aura suddenly stood tall, reaching the sky, and was extremely terrifying.

Yun Haitian's eyes lit up, and he spoke like a spring thunder:

"Kill!"

"If someone is heartless and ungrateful, how should they be treated?"

Amidst the rolling sound waves, An Qisheng took another step forward.

Before the gate of the Chivalrous Sect, Yun Haitian suddenly stood up, pushed away the disciples around him, and replied:

"Should be killed!"

"If someone covets his sister-in-law, assassinates his brother, and a son kills his father, and a mother kills her mother, what should be done?"

An Qisheng took another step.

"Should be killed!"

Yun Haitian's aura vibrated, and he replied again.

"If someone covets his master's unique skills, kills his master's family, burns them to ashes, and slaughters all the neighbors nearby, what should be done?"

An Qisheng took another step forward, releasing Sun En's hand.

"Kill!"

Yun Haitian's body swayed slightly, and he replied again.

"If someone practices the art of collecting and replenishing, needing one virgin girl a day, and has done so for thirteen years, what is his crime?"

"Kill!"

Yun Haitian's hair stood on end.

"If someone covets other people's wealth, colludes with the government to kill their whole family, and seizes everything by force, what should be done?"

"Kill!"

Between the six questions and six answers, An Qisheng took six steps in a row.

His aura rose to its peak, like an angry dragon soaring into the sky. The momentum was so vast that it forced thousands of people to retreat, their faces pale.

Among the crowd, whether they had completed blood exchange, condensed true qi, or even completed qi channels, their faces were all pale.

They only felt that these six questions seemed to be asking Yun Haitian, but in reality, every word struck their hearts, making them tremble and feel cold all over.

It was as if the wronged souls they had killed were biting at their hearts.

"Madman, madman!"

Han Feng's face twitched, knowing that there was no way to settle this peacefully.

Finally, he abandoned all other thoughts.

And waited in full battle array.

The rest of the martial artists also gritted their teeth, their eyes red, their swords drawn, and their extremely fierce eyes were like thousands of steel knives piercing An Qisheng.

An Qisheng looked towards the clouds, as if the sun was setting in the west, and the night was about to fall. The sky was a blood-red cloud.

His eyes were leisurely, and he slowly asked the last question:

"If someone relies on martial arts to be fierce, committing all kinds of evil deeds such as rape and plunder, what should be done?"

Yun Haitian's hair stood on end, his eyes full of killing intent:

"Kill!"

Between the questions and answers, he only felt that his spirit resonated with An Qisheng, and he also saw those tragic scenes that made his eyes crack.

"If that's the case..."

An Qisheng slowly exhaled, the air flowing like a tidal wave, and the dust raised was stirred up and filled dozens of feet.

This breath was so rapid and long, like a howling wind, that even a person standing in front of him could be blown into the sky.

Along with it, the tragic momentum of thousands of people uniting against the enemy was blown away.

At the moment of the air surge, An Qisheng finally took the seventh step:

"Then,

Kill!"

Rumble!

It was as if a volcano that had been squeezed for thousands of years erupted fiercely under his feet!

Under the surge of the giant force that erupted in an instant, the earth seemed to turn into water, and layers of air waves spread out in all directions like concentric circles.

Hundreds of feet away, all the martial artists only felt as if a dragon had turned over, and the earth was shaking and trembling.

"Is this still a human?!"

Han Feng and the other three strong men of Qi Channels changed their expressions at the same time, and then let out an extremely aggrieved roar:

"Kill!"

We have retreated again and again, and you still want to force us.

Then let's fight to the death!

Between the roars of the three, their fists, sabers, and swords shattered the heavy air currents at the same time. The stirring true qi vibrated the surrounding air currents and connected with the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, erupting with the strongest blow of their lives!

Boom!

The three auras were connected into one, and the majestic true qi shook violently.

The martial artists, who were a little slow, also went crazy. Under the aura that made them feel suppressed and desperate, they let out a desperate roar:

"Kill!"

How terrifying was the roar of thousands of people stirring their inner force and true qi?

In an instant, it was as if thousands of thunderbolts exploded at the same time. The howling sound waves were like a twelve-level hurricane. The birds soaring hundreds of feet above the sky were directly震死 by this thunderous roar!

In an instant, swords and sabers were like a forest.

The air surged, and the killing intent was like a tide!

"What?"

The momentum was so vast, but the three people in front changed their expressions at the same time.

At the moment when An Qisheng stepped out, and in the smoke and dust dragon that rose up, they had already lost sight of him!

Whoosh~

But at the next moment.

The three of them felt a blur before their eyes. They only felt that the air was vast, breaking through the waves and emptying out, and the air currents that were set off were like steel knives cutting through the earth.

Then, they saw a palm that suddenly rose from the rolling smoke and dust.

A palm that was initially like white jade.

But in an instant, it turned red. Amidst the smell of intense burning, it seemed to contain the most terrifying power in the world!

That palm was like a meteor falling from the sky, its speed reaching the pinnacle!

The three of them felt their hair stand on end. They only felt that they were like small fish swimming against the current, facing the palm of a fisherman. A huge sense of crisis filled their bodies.

That palm was like the sky pressing down, seemingly omnipresent, and even more like it was covering everything.

It came slowly, but it enveloped all three of them.

"No!"

The golden-robed old man's eyes turned red. He shook his arm and raised it, and the long saber shattered the sound barrier in an instant. The sharp blade that could make people bleed even with just a glance tore through the wind and thunder, and bit away like a dragon.

It's either you die or I die!

But at the next moment, the palm fell.

He only felt an indescribable force erupt, and his arm and the long saber shattered silently.

Then, the unstoppable palm moved like a mountain, flashing past like lightning.

It slammed heavily on his chest.

Bang!

Under a subtle sound, there was an extremely terrifying blow.

Amidst the spurting of blood, the golden-robed old man's body flew out like a cannonball.

The power contained in this palm was extremely terrifying. When he flew upside down, the golden-robed old man's bones, which were harder than steel, had been shattered.

When he hit the ground, his whole body spurted out all the blood, as if a water bag had been pierced.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Amidst the screams that rose and fell, countless people discovered that the countless blood spurts from the golden-robed old man's landing seemed to have turned into the most terrifying hidden weapons.

It flew horizontally and hit in all directions. Countless martial artists who were caught off guard had been beaten into sieves!

There were many casualties.

Bang!

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, two more figures like cannonballs shot down, and more than a dozen people who could not dodge were directly smashed to death on the spot.

"Pfft!"

Han Feng spat out a mouthful of blood.

He laughed miserably and let out his last roar:

"There are countless people like me in the world, how many can you kill?!"

Boom!

The rolling thunder that An Qisheng landed with poured into the crowd.

The next moment,

Huge dragons of Gang wind soared into the air, and countless people were blown into the sky, with screams rising and falling.

It seemed that Han Feng's voice had not yet fallen, and An Qisheng seemed to have killed through hundreds of feet, and the blood flowed like a river wherever he passed.

In the scarlet rain of blood, a faint echo sounded:

"Kill one when I see one."