Supreme Emperor of Swords

“Hey, you! Have you finished eating? If yes, go away. We, your uncles, must use this table,” Another one out of the youngmen in green shirts came to the table, knocked on it and said impatiently.

The lonely man sighed and seemed to be talking to himself, “Uncle? Hehe. Ridiculous! When did the registered disciplines of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect turn into such a group of uncultivated things?”

The voice was soft, but it fell into the ears of the young boys in green shirts.

Those young people suddenly changed their faces.

“Great courage! Do you dare to say it again…” A young man in green shirt said. He stretched out his palm and patted on the lonely figure’s shoulder.

That palm contained some secret power. When ordinary people were patted, even if their shoulder blades were not broken, they would have to rest in bed at least for half a month to recover. Just then, hearing that the young man made impertinent remarks to insult the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, the teenager intended to teach that crazy guy a good lesson.

Unexpectedly his palm seemed to fall on steel.

A recoil force came back. With a clicking, the face of the youth in green shirt was pale, and his figure was like a ball that was thrown, hitting several companions, and like a rolling gourd, he cried out due to pain. When he looked down, he found that his wrist was dislocated.

The lobby suddenly got messed up.

“What happened?” The square-faced Tian Heng and the handsome swordsman Zhang Wenzhao stood up in amazement.

“Elder Brother Tian, Elder Brother Zhang, the kid hurt our people… Why? Where’s the kid?” A young man in green shirt pointed angrily at the window, but suddenly he was stunned, because he was surprised to find that unexpectedly, the lonely figure and the fat white cat disappeared silently.

“Fuck! Just now he was still there…”

“He disappeared in a flash…”

“What happened?”

That group of young guys in green shirts eyed each other and were at a loss for what to do. “The man who was still at the table just now disappeared in an instant. In broad daylight, did we… encounter a ghost? Or is that person actually a super strong?”

“Forget it. Forget it. Let’s hurry to eat and rest. Don’t stir up troubles for me.” Tian Heng waved his hand and motioned everyone to take time to eat, and he did not put it in his heart.

After a while, another young boy in green shirt went downstairs and whispered to Tiang Heng.

“Well, the fish is already hooked. We can draw in the net. Let’s go and act now.” Tian Heng got up and left the restaurant with all young warriors.

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In a tattered inn in the slum of Peaceful City.

In a block of more than ten acres of land enclosed by the cob walls in four sides, there were hundreds of narrow grass sheds and wooden houses; as such, they were considered to be guest houses. Those guests were extremely complicated. It was noisy and people from all walks of life stayed there.

In a very inconspicuous grass shed closest to the west, a teenager with a naked upper body and a bloody bandage sat quietly on the ground.

The mottled sunlight, through the thatch’s breach, penetrated into the house and the sun shone on the youth. That was a very ordinary face, but it revealed the youth’s firmness. His both arms’ muscles bulged, his skin was black, showing that he was extremely strong, but the white bandage had been soaked in blood, and apparently he was injured seriously.

The young man was Zhang Fan, the registered disciple of the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts.

He was from a hunter family in Baiman Mountain. He looked embarrassed with a pale, tired face and chapped lips.

There was a smell of medicine in the room.

Like a sculpture, Zhang Fan was quietly operating his power for healing.

His cultivation method was extremely strange. He did not feel any qi aura, but under the muscle surface, there seemed to be small worms crawling, and pimples protruding were swimming sharply and abruptly. His chest was still shaking vigorously like a giant drum. The strong and powerful heart seemed about to break out from the body.

Under that silent shaking, the entire thatched cottage was slightly vibrating.

Under the sunshine, groups of intangible bloody red flames flickered in Zhang Fan’s body, as if they were blooming blood lotuses.

That was a symbol of qi and blood boiling.

Suddenly, he seemed to have sensed something. Zhang Fan stopped practicing.

He slightly opened his eyes, and showed a bitter smile in this young hunter’s face. “They finally found me again… After so long, they still refused to let me go?”

Zhang Fan grabbed the long saber near him in a backhand manner. He had used the saber in many battles. Then he tied the long steel bow to his body, as well as the wolf tooth arrow quiver that was hanging on the grass wall. He chose to leave without any hesitation.

The inn that he chose was in the slum, and the people there were very complicated. He thought that the other party would not find him so quickly. Unfortunately… As he was from a hunter family, he always had a vigilant habit, and so the room he chose was close to the west gate of the fence wall. As long as he got out of the fence wall successfully, since the crowds in the big slum were like tides, it was not difficult for him to escape.

Stooping down with light footsteps, Zhang Fan was wearing a black cloak and a hat. He walked in a hurry toward the west gate, but he was not in a panic.

The footsteps behind him were getting more and more urgent.

“I saw the traitor. He is there…” Someone was shouting.

Zhang Fan speeded up his pace.

“Where do you want to go?” With a whistling wind, a blue figure like a big bird jumped up and stabbed Zhang Fan’s back with a sword.

Zhang Fan did not look back; he suddenly flashed to the right and avoided the sword. And immediately with the waist as an axis, he struck out with his long saber. His qi and blood were like wild waves, and his saber was flashing like a stripe.

With a loud noise, the attacker blocked Zhang Fan with his sword, but both he and his sword were shaken even more than a dozen meters away by the saber.

Zhang Fan jumped up as he relied on the repealing force and ran more than 30 meters away.

“Damn. Chase him for me!”

“Don’t let him run away!”

A burst of anger and sorrow.

That sudden battle made the people around the inn a bit surprised, but the similar killing scene was not strange to many of them. So, after a little panic, they quickly calmed down.

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Huh!

Zhang Fan breathed violently.

Running at full speed all the way made Zhang Fan’s newly healed wounds break open once again due to too much force. The blood oozed out of the bandage; Zhang Fan felt that his strength, like an inverted hourglass, was rapidly consumed.

In front was a deep alley.

Beyond that alley, there was a large market ahead. At that time every day, tens of thousands of people showed up in that market. As long as he entered the market, he could easily get rid of those warriors by the cover of the crowd.

Those were the escape routes that Zhang Fan had planned.

With many years of hunting experiences, in dangerous jungles, following the elder generation, Zhang Fan played the hide-and-seek games with demons so that he had mastered unmatched escape skills and abilities.