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"Why do you think that I killed your brother? You should know that during this entry into the Azure Wind Secret Realm, a large number of people died," Ren Pingsheng asked calmly.
"Hmph, my brother told me before entering that he would not interfere in any disputes and would not fight for any treasures that could threaten his life. If that were the case, why didn't he survive?"
"What's so strange about it? There are other factions involved this time. If they encountered him along the way, they certainly wouldn't hold back."
"Although that's a possibility, my intuition tells me that you are the one who killed my brother. No matter how much you argue, it won't change anything," Huang Qing said with a look of certainty, completely unfazed.
"Then I wonder what your purpose is for luring me here with such tactics?" Since it had come to this, Ren Pingsheng didn't want to waste more words.
"Hehe, it's naturally to deal with you. Otherwise, why would I go through so much trouble?"
"Deal with me? With your current Qi Layer of Refining Qi cultivation? Are you naive or did I mishear you?"
"Haha... Would I be that foolish? I know your strength and everything about you in the sect very well. This time, you cannot escape your calamity. Come out! Let us meet the renowned hero Ren Pingsheng properly," Huang Qing said with a manic laugh, waving his hand to reveal over a dozen figures.
Seeing so many people, Ren Pingsheng was momentarily stunned, but when he recognized their cultivation levels, he didn't know what to say. "Three at Refining Qi Tenth Layer, five at Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, and six at Qi Layer of Refining Qi. This is your support? I'm truly surprised that you managed to gather so many."
"Hmph, I know your strength is formidable. Unfortunately, you've offended too many people; you're not just dealing with me," Huang Qing shouted with a somewhat ugly expression.
His strength was limited, and gathering such a group was no easy feat. The three Loose Practitioners at Refining Qi Tenth Layer were lured by him using Advanced Swordsmanship as bait. As for those who hadn't even reached the tenth level of cultivation, they were merely bandits; after all, giving Advanced Swordsmanship to one person was the same as giving it to ten.
"It's been a long time, my Ren Shidi." A deep voice carried a hint of coldness.
"So it's Brother Shi Pan. I was wondering how such an event could happen without you; I didn't expect you to appear right away." Upon seeing Pan Longkun, Ren Pingsheng didn't even blink. Although Pan's strength was much greater than the other three Loose Practitioners at Refining Qi Tenth Layer, he still didn't catch Ren Pingsheng's attention.
"Such matters naturally cannot be without me. I've brought you some surprises as well. Three Brothers Shi, come out!" Pan Longkun glanced at Ren Pingsheng with a mocking expression and smiled happily.
"Yang Wudi, you're here too; I really didn't expect that." Seeing a familiar figure, Ren Pingsheng said with some surprise. By all accounts, they shouldn't have had such deep enmity yet.
“Ren Pingsheng, as long as I kill you, First Elite Disciple will still be mine.” Yang Wudi glared with hatred, his eyes fierce.
“Let me introduce you, this is Elite Disciple Brother Han Hang, ranked ninth, and this is Elite Disciple Brother Liu Chunlin, ranked eleventh.” After Pan Longkun finished introducing, he waited to see Ren Pingsheng's face change dramatically.
But he was destined to be disappointed; throughout the encounter, Ren Pingsheng's expression only changed slightly when Yang Wudi appeared, and then remained unchanged.
“I never expected to offend so many people, and I certainly didn't expect you all to come together. This world is truly amazing,” Ren Pingsheng remarked while looking at the people before him.
“Hmph, today is your day of death, Ren Pingsheng. You will pay for my brother's life,” Huang Qing shouted angrily. Ever since his brother died, he had been living a miserable life, his cultivation stagnating for quite some time. He also had to worry about Ren Pingsheng's retaliation until Pan Longkun found him and plotted this trap.
“Exactly, everyone here wants your life; you can't escape. And if I remember correctly, you have a mysterious martial technique on you!” Pan Longkun said with a smile.
This reminder made the others' eyes light up; their gazes toward Ren Pingsheng became even more fervent. They couldn't wait to rush forward.
“Ha ha, I really thank you all. Gathering here is just perfect to end you all at once; no need for further trouble. It's just a pity about your lives and bright futures,” Ren Pingsheng murmured softly.
“Kill!” It was unclear who shouted first, but no one could hold back anymore; they all rushed forward. Especially the few Loose Practitioners and bandits were particularly eager.
The temptation of a profound-level martial technique was deadly. But whose life it would claim was another matter.
“Clang!” As he watched over a dozen people charging at him, Ren Pingsheng gripped the hilt of his sword lightly and drew it slightly. Just one of the Four Parts of the sword was unsheathed, yet an endless domineering sharpness surged forth as if wanting to pierce the sky, instantly filling the surrounding space.
Everyone felt a sharp pain in their eyes as if they could not withstand that sharpness; their bodies halted abruptly as if something had suddenly bound them. Although it lasted only two seconds, it was enough for Ren Pingsheng.
He stepped forward, his figure suddenly vanishing, and all three remaining parts of the sword were drawn out. Shadows flickered in the black pine forest as sword light spread everywhere.
In an instant, six bandits at the seventh level of Qi Refining had red gashes appear on their throats. With another turn of the sword light, the remaining five bandits at the eighth level of Qi Refining had their hearts pierced through.
A gentle breeze passed by, and all figures vanished. The others fully regained their senses, but what met their eyes were eleven lifeless corpses. They had been the fastest to run away at that moment. Yet now they lay dead—silently and without a trace.
Everyone looked at Ren Pingsheng, who stood still as if he had not moved, with expressions of shock. This was beyond their understanding; they knew that the brief feeling of being bound was definitely related to Ren Pingsheng. If he could instantly kill these people, did that not also imply that he could kill them as well?
As for why they were still alive, perhaps it was simply because they had not run ahead.
"You... are you human? Are you a ghost? You..." Huang Qing had never seen such a scene before. Pointing at the smiling Ren Pingsheng, he retreated in terror, as if someone was about to kill him. The others also wore wary expressions, no longer displaying the arrogance and arrogance they had just moments ago.
"Heh heh, whether human or ghost, none of you will escape today," Ren Pingsheng said with a grin, his eyes indifferent, as if he regarded them as mere prey.
"Arrogant! Let's attack together; otherwise, none of us will survive," Yang Wudi shouted with a grim expression. Here, he had the highest strength, so his words naturally carried the most weight. However, deep down, he regretted being so foolish as to oppose Ren Pingsheng, this Monster.
"Brother Yang is right; if we don't kill him, none of you will escape," Pan Longkun said with a pale face. He knew that they had already become mortal enemies with Ren Pingsheng and there was no turning back. Naturally, he wanted to take this opportunity to eliminate Ren Pingsheng.
The others exchanged glances, and all they could do was grit their teeth and draw their swords, preparing to fight desperately.
"Useless; none of you can escape now. What a pity..." Ren Pingsheng gently shook his head. His figure suddenly vanished into thin air and reappeared behind a Loose Practitioner. With a light flick of his sword, his figure disappeared again.
When he reappeared, he was behind another Loose Practitioner. This person reacted quickly; he sidestepped and thrust his sword back at Ren Pingsheng. Unfortunately, Ren Pingsheng's figure vanished once more, and the sword tip struck nothing but air.
"Not good!" the man shouted. Before he could react further, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. The tip of Ren Pingsheng's sword had already pierced his heart from the side. Then everything went dark for him as he collapsed to the ground without a sound.
"Damn it! Die!" The first to react was Yang Wudi, who moved fastest to reach Ren Pingsheng's back and slashed out with overwhelming force.
"Clang!" Ren Pingsheng countered with a slash of his long sword, advancing instead of retreating. Using the force from their swords colliding, his speed surged as he appeared before another Loose Practitioner.
"Slash!" That Loose Practitioner's face changed drastically; without hesitation, he swung his sword down. Ren Pingsheng flicked his wrist, causing his long sword to tremble as it struck the opponent's blade. Meanwhile, his body moved like willow fluff in the wind; at the moment their swords crossed, he gracefully arced through the air and slashed across the throat of that Loose Practitioner.
"How... is this possible..." That Loose Practitioner gaped in shock, wildly waving his hands as if witnessing something terrifying. As Ren Pingsheng passed by him without even glancing back, he shifted towards several others to continue his assault.
"No! I don't want to die! I can't die!" Huang Qing saw the last support fall and went mad, disregarding everything as he turned to flee.
"This idiot!" Yang Wudi shouted angrily, joining the other three to surround Ren Pingsheng. For a moment, they managed to entangle him, which brought them immediate joy. They were all afraid of Ren Pingsheng's elusive Movement Technique.
"Trying to run? I told you before, none of you can escape." Ren Pingsheng glanced at Huang Qing, and his figure vanished from sight once again.
In the distance, Huang Qing, who was running frantically, suddenly stopped for some unknown reason and then fell to the ground with a thud. At that moment, Ren Pingsheng's figure quietly appeared beside him.
"One down, just the four of you left." He looked up at the terrified faces of the four and took a light step to stand next to them.
"Kill! Kill! Use your strongest sword techniques and blast him to pieces!" Yang Wudi shouted desperately. He unleashed a frenzied attack with Spiritual Energy, every move a sword technique.
"Heh heh, I'll leave your lives intact." Ren Pingsheng dodged Yang Wudi's attack with a swift motion, countless phantoms surrounding the four tightly. The sword in his hand moved at lightning speed, attacking from all directions.
Clang clang clang...
The sound of clashing swords rang out, accompanied by several cries of agony.
As the phantoms dissipated, three of the four lay on the ground, leaving only Yang Wudi still standing. However, his condition was not much better; there was a bloody hole in his chest where blood flowed incessantly.
"Heh heh... as expected... it's self-inflicted! Hehe... I'll be waiting for you below." With that, he collapsed to the ground and died. As for what he meant by those words, only he knew in his heart.
"What? Are you two still planning to keep watching? The show is over; isn't it time for you to come out and meet me?" Ren Pingsheng suddenly turned his head and spoke softly in a certain direction.
The surroundings fell silent, with no response whatsoever.
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