"Is it you?"

From the corner, shackled and sealed by the Dragon-locking Needle, Xiao Qianhao saw the person jumping down from the beam, his eyes instantly reddened, and he roared loudly, nearly jumping up from the ground.

His face was fierce, as if he wanted to rush over and tear the opponent into pieces. As soon as he took a step forward, he was tripped by the heavy iron chains, falling flat on his face.

That man was the Mad Saber who caused his father to be paralyzed and become a cripple!

No matter what, he didn’t expect that the enemy he couldn’t find anywhere was actually hiding on the beam above. It’s hateful that he checked everyone in the inn but didn’t think to check the beams.

His intense reaction naturally revealed the identity of this man to everyone present.

At this moment, Mad Saber glanced at him, spat out the bamboo stick in his mouth, and sneered, "It’s you. Of all people to offend, you offended the expert of the Six Gates. Now you must be honest, right?"

"I want to kill you... kill you..."

Xiao Qianhao, unable to bear such taunts from his enemy, got up again, madly trying to dash forward to fight for his life.

And then was knocked over by the butt of Mad Saber’s scabbard, flipped over, unable to get up for a while, letting out an angry and unwilling roar from his throat.

Mad Saber ignored him, looked at the people in the inn who were either poisoned and limp on the ground or seriously injured and lying on the ground unable to stand, and laughed, "I didn’t expect to wake up and find such a lively scene.

"The contemporary demon of the Blood Demon Sect, the predecessor of the Xiaoshui Sect, and the blue-dressed captain of the Six Gates. Such experts, it’s rare to encounter one on a normal day, yet today they gather in this inn, it truly delights Wang’s heart."

Suddenly, the shop assistant asked, "What is there to be delighted about?"

Mad Saber said, "Wang’s lifelong love is to compete with people, upon seeing three fourth-rank experts today, naturally, I cannot pass up this opportunity and must request guidance from the three."

Everyone, seeing his shamelessness, knowing these three were severely injured, yet he wanted to take advantage of them but spoke righteously, felt somewhat disdainful.

The shop assistant said, "Your action is somewhat improper, isn’t it? We three have injuries, even if you win, it’s not a fair victory."

Mad Saber, however, said naturally, "If the three of you were in perfect condition, how dare I challenge you, wouldn’t that be seeking death?"

The shop assistant sneered coldly, "So, today you must take advantage of the situation?"

Mad Saber suddenly laughed, "You’ve been stalling for time, has your injury improved somewhat?"

The shop assistant was surprised by his pointed purpose but didn’t fear, this man was merely a sixth-rank in cultivation, naturally didn’t regard him, and snarled, "Enough to kill you."

With that, he struck out with his left palm, thick True Qi burst through his body.

At fourth-rank, one’s entire True Qi is incomparably powerful, flying flowers, picking leaves, all can kill, even without relying on any external objects, the fierce True Qi is enough to kill the enemy.

This forceful palm from afar, if struck solidly, is enough to take the man’s life.

Just then, the shop assistant’s eyes caught several points of cold light coming, and he inwardly shouted bad luck, at this time he was immobile could only urge his True Qi.

His Protective True Qi only blocked three hidden weapons, and by the fourth, it finally couldn’t withstand, declaring its collapse.

His chest cooled, struck by a dart, bone-chilling cold entered his body as if freezing his whole self, even invading his meridians along them.

"What True Qi is this?"

The shop assistant was shocked, seeing Mad Saber rushing forward with a blade, and cried out, "I concede!"

Mad Saber really stopped, showing an unusual expression on his face, praised, "Worthy of the demon, can yield and stretch, indeed a real man. However, for the safety of everyone’s lives, I cannot let you go like this."

The shop assistant continued to drive out the extremely cold True Qi while asking, "What are you going to do?"

Mad Saber walked to Xiao Qianhao, struck him unconscious with a palm, then pulled out the Dragon-locking Needle nailed in his chest.

The momentarily knocked out Xiao Qianhao screamed miserably, spasmed, as if worms were crawling under his skin. Soon, he rolled his eyes, fainted again.

This brutal scene made the constables of Six Gates present twitch their eyelids.

To extract the Dragon-locking Needle, special techniques must be used; forcibly pulling it out would cause a True Qi backlash, quickly leading to Qi deviation.

He must have done it intentionally!

Mad Saber holding the Dragon-locking Needle, approached the shop assistant, said, "I’ll give you two choices, either let me seal your True Qi with this Dragon-locking Needle, or I’ll kill you right now. To eradicate future troubles."

The shop assistant’s face darkened at once, seemingly offering two choices, essentially no different. The distinction merely is dying later or dying now.

He hesitated.

In an instant, the Dragon-locking Needle in Mad Saber’s hand shot out like lightning, hit exactly his chest acupuncture point, at once he felt his True Qi thoroughly sealed inside, everything went black, almost suffocating.

...

Inside the inn, everyone watched Mad Saber drive the Dragon-locking Needle into the demon’s body, breathed a sigh of relief, with a sense of escaping death.

With the most complicated emotions naturally were Cheng Shuwu and his sister, who originally came to seek vengeance against Mad Saber, and in the end, it was this enemy who saved their lives.

This time, Duan Peicheng struggled to stand up from the ground, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Wang, thank you for your help in subduing this demon of the Blood Demon Sect."

"Lord Duan."

Mad Saber, however, did not appreciate, calmly said, drew his blade, "Now, it’s your turn. Make your move."

These words left Duan Peicheng stunned, with his expression turning ugly.

The others present were also very surprised, initially thinking that Mad Saber was just teasing the demon. Now it seems, he’s genuinely set on challenging the three fourth-rank experts present?

They couldn’t help recalling Xiao Qianhao’s earlier evaluation, indeed this man is unique, acts unexpectedly, definitely mad.

That is after all the blue-dressed captain of the Six Gates, yet he dares to challenge.

Isn’t he afraid of revenge afterwards?

Duan Peicheng said coldly, "Such a Mad Saber! Truly mad, have you thought it through—"

Before he finished speaking, the Mad Saber had already made his move. This strike was the most common "Sever the Ties," a vertical chop, coming incredibly fast.

Normally, Duan Peicheng could easily counter it, but now, poisoned and injured, he couldn’t avoid it and had to take it head-on. With a loud clang.

He let out a muffled groan, his treasured sword slipping from his grasp, his whole body was struck and sent flying, falling to the ground, spitting blood, unable to rise for a long time.

When had Duan Peicheng ever suffered such a loss?

Just now, he and the demon were evenly matched; that was a fourth-grade martial artist. And this Mad Saber, at most, was only sixth-grade. If he wasn’t injured at the moment, he could kill him within three moves.

Being defeated by such a minor character’s hands was undoubtedly a great shame for him.

The blood he spat out was mostly due to anger.

At this moment, the entire inn was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Outside, unbeknownst to them, the rain had stopped, and the wind ceased, leaving a calm after the storm.

Everyone watched as the Mad Saber mercilessly struck the already injured Duan Peicheng, making him spit blood and fall to the ground, all stunned.

He really did it?

They simply couldn’t comprehend how such relentless offense against a fifth-grade Captain of Six Gates could be of any benefit to him?

How was this different from courting death?

Afterward, when Duan Peicheng reports above, he would appear on the wanted list, his portrait plastered all over Jiangzhou. At that time, he would have nowhere to stand in Jiangzhou.

As long as he entered the city, he could be recognized by the guards at the city gate, and then, he’d face pursuit by Six Gates’ experts.

As everyone found it unbelievable, the Mad Saber pointed the tip of his blade at Wang Yumei and sternly said, "It’s your turn."

"..."

Wang Yumei remained seated cross-legged on the ground, unmoving, eyes closed, shutting out his words, showing no intention to act.

The Mad Saber refused to let her go, flicking a pebble that struck Wang Yumei’s shoulder; heavily injured, she was struck down, unable to rise.

"Stop!"

"How dare you?"

"Uncle Master!"

"..."

The disciples of the Xiaoshui Sect, seeing their uncle master humiliated, were extremely angry, and cursed loudly.

At this moment, the Mad Saber sheathed his blade and stood tall, his face full of arrogance.

As Cheng Ruiwu sweated on behalf of Xiaoshui Sect’s disciples, the Mad Saber surprisingly ignored them, lifting the demon and the unconscious Deng Ziyang with his hands, stepping out the door, and quickly vanishing into the night.

Seeing this madman leave, everyone felt a sense of relief.

Except for the people of Six Gates, who watched helplessly as a major merit slipped away, feeling quite upset, yet no one dared to speak out to stop it.

...

Time passed slowly.

Two hours later, Duan Peicheng, sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, standing up with a gloomy face, and asked, "How’s your recovery?"

His subordinates replied, "Recovered forty to fifty percent." "Reporting to Master, recovered seventy to eighty percent."

"You few, come with me. The rest stay. Let’s go."

Duan Peicheng took a few of his fastest-recovering subordinates and went out in pursuit.

Not only to wash away disgrace, but also to retrieve the demon.

If he could recapture the demon and bring him to Six Gates, it would be a major accomplishment.

This achievement would be enough to exchange for a Supreme Divine Skill.

As long as there was a chance, he would not give up.

...

A while later, Wang Yumei also completed her cultivation, opened her eyes, looked at the few nephews surrounding her, and said in a deep voice, "Take that rebellious disciple and return to the room."

The female disciples were relieved seeing her finally recover, finding their backbone. They helped up Zhu Xixi, who was still recovering, and returned to the room together.

Beside them, a few young people asked Cheng Ruiwu, "Senior brother, what do we do now?"

Cheng Ruiwu glanced at his sister, seeing her head hung low in silence, sighed in his heart, and said, "Since we’re here, we should pay respects to Uncle Wu."

In Yujie City, the Cheng Family also had acquaintances and it was fitting to visit.

As for revenge, he didn’t mention it, and Cheng Shiyi didn’t object, which was a tacit agreement.

PS: Second update, requesting monthly votes.