Chapter 414: Chapter 368: Does Returning to the Old District Count as a Glorious Homecoming?

BOOM—

A wave of blade energy cleaved a deep gash into the stone tiles of the ground.

The middle-aged monk scrambled to dodge the attack.

He rolled across the ground, picking himself up covered in dust.

But before he could even catch his breath...

Chu Zhengxiong’s giant blade came chopping down at him once more.

Chu Zhengxiong’s eyes were bloodshot.

He looked like a madman, possessed by a vow to not stop until the monk was dead.

Lin Yi sat on a stone bench, leisurely sipping his tea.

He watched the two of them fight back and forth in the courtyard.

After dodging several more strikes,

the middle-aged monk’s eyes widened in fury. He gritted his teeth and snarled, "You’re taking this too far! Do you really think I’m afraid of you?"

After speaking, the middle-aged monk’s footwork shifted.

A series of afterimages gradually appeared around him.

In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Chu Zhengxiong.

He immediately sent a palm strike flying toward Chu Zhengxiong’s chest.

Seeing this, Chu Zhengxiong’s expression darkened.

Instead of dodging, he raised his giant blade and chopped down at the middle-aged monk again.

This suicidal fighting style of Chu Zhengxiong’s...

...gave the middle-aged monk a huge fright.

He didn’t dare gamble his life against Chu Zhengxiong’s and hastily pulled back to dodge to the side.

VMMMM—

The giant blade whistled through the air.

It struck nothing but air, landing heavily on the ground.

Once again, it shattered the stone tiles.

Mo Yanfeng and Qin Zhaoxue, who were watching from the side, felt their hearts pound with fear.

They could all see that Chu Zhengxiong was willing to die to kill the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk, however, lacked such resolve.

He still wanted to live...

Just as the monk circled around behind Chu Zhengxiong,

preparing for a sneak attack,

Lin Yi suddenly struck out with his palm.

BOOM—

The blow landed squarely on the middle-aged monk’s body.

It sent him flying.

Chu Zhengxiong quickly turned his head and saw the monk who had just crashed to the ground.

Heedless of anything else, he charged forward again with his giant blade.

"You deserve to die..."

VMMMM—

With a sound that tore through the air, the giant blade fell mercilessly.

The middle-aged monk’s expression changed drastically. Not daring to delay, he endured the pain in his chest.

He hastily rolled on the ground to dodge.

This time, however, Chu Zhengxiong had anticipated it.

The moment the monk rolled over, Chu Zhengxiong angled his blade toward him.

SQUELCH—

"Ahhh..."

The monk let out a bloodcurdling scream as blood splattered everywhere.

The giant blade had sliced off half his arm.

Blood gushed out, and the intense pain twisted the middle-aged monk’s expression into a contorted mask.

However, upon seeing the blood,

Chu Zhengxiong became even more frenzied. The faces of the Demon Hunting Squad captains flashed through his mind.

Now, they had all been murdered by the Blood Handprint.

Even if this middle-aged monk wasn’t the main culprit,

he was definitely no saint.

Chu Zhengxiong walked toward the monk, who was scrambling and crawling on the ground, and raised his giant blade.

"Run. Go on, run. Let’s see how long you can keep it up!"

Chu Zhengxiong snarled through gritted teeth.

The middle-aged monk had lost an arm, and blood was flowing out ceaselessly.

He could feel the strength rapidly draining from his body.

His head swam with waves of dizziness, and his heart raced.

Although there was no longer any chance of turning the situation around,

his will to survive was strong.

’The one thing I can’t understand is...’

’My plan was flawless. It was supposed to lure the people from the Town Martial Department to Shanyang and Shiquan.’

’I even set up an ambush there, waiting to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.’

’So how did these people end up here?’

’Did they not go to Shanyang City and Shiquan City?’

’No, wait... Meng Die isn’t among them, and neither is Yang Biao.’

’And that young man sitting there drinking tea... isn’t that Lin Yi?’

In that instant, he seemed to understand.

He looked up at the old monk sitting beside Lin Yi.

The old monk sat there, trembling like a leaf.

His head was bowed, and he didn’t dare to meet the middle-aged monk’s gaze.

Even though he was about to die...

Lin Yi looked up at the sky. Dawn was about to break.

A sliver of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon.

He chuckled lightly and said, "Brother Chu, kill him."

Hearing this, Chu Zhengxiong nodded.

He glanced at the middle-aged monk on the ground.

Just as he raised his giant blade, the middle-aged monk sputtered, "You-you-you, you’re Lin Yi, right?"

"I am! I’m a commander for the Blood Handprint within the Martial Alliance, and I’m the Squad Leader here!"

"I... I know many things. As long as you spare my life, I... I’m willing to tell you everything..."

The middle-aged monk kept throwing out bargaining chips in a desperate attempt to save his own life.

Lin Yi, holding his teacup, glanced at him.

"That depends on whether the information you provide is worth your life!"

"It is! It’s definitely worth it... Aren’t you curious where all those demonic beasts from before came from?"

"I... I can tell you where the Blood Handprint raises its demonic beasts.

Also... also, where all the Blood Envoys hidden in the Huawu Alliance are hiding!"

"Actually... I’m just a puppet!"

"Most of the time, even to give a single order, I have to ask Lord Blood Envoy for permission!"

"They are the real people pulling the strings..."

After the middle-aged monk finished speaking,

Lin Yi nodded. "One thing at a time. Don’t rush."

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