I Am Immortal in Great Yu

Chapter 137: Chapter 61: Attacking the Heart

Dark clouds obscured the moon as the night wind howled. In the gauzy blackness of the night, a crow cawed from a desolate branch.

SWOOSH!

Fang Rui’s robes billowed as he drew his saber and pointed it at Lin Feng and his companion.

”Young Master, get back!”

Uncle Quan’s expression was grim. He drew his saber, stepped forward, and shielded Lin Feng behind him.

Lin Feng retreated without a word.

The newcomer’s hostility was plain to see; this encounter would not end peacefully. Lin Feng knew better than to waste his breath or beg for mercy. He fell back, determined not to be a burden to Uncle Quan.

’Uncle Quan is a Middle Grade Martial Artist. He should be able to handle this, right?’

As Lin Feng pondered this, he saw Uncle Quan tap his feet lightly on the ground. His body seemed to float as he leaped toward the attacker, his saber cutting through the air.

’It’s been over a decade, and Uncle Quan’s Saber Technique is still so... predictable...’

The thought had barely finished forming in his mind.

He watched as his Uncle Quan charged forward, as his Uncle Quan... Huh?!

Just then, a fierce gust of wind tore through the clouds, revealing the bright moon. A torrent of moonlight poured down like a tidal wave.

Yet, more brilliant and dazzling than the moonlight was the stranger’s saber!

What an utterly stunning strike it was.

Bathed in moonlight, three feet above the ground, a gleaming saber flashed. The two figures parted, and Uncle Quan’s head was already severed from his body.

THUD!

Uncle Quan’s headless corpse crashed to the ground. Bright red blood gushed from his neck, SPLATTERING everywhere.

With a single strike, life and death were decided.

”This...”

The expression on Lin Feng’s face froze. His Uncle Quan, the Sixth Grade Expert he so respected, had been killed in a single exchange... just like that?!

Fang Rui, in contrast, landed lightly on his feet. The face behind his Ge Cloth mask showed no change in expression, as if this outcome was perfectly natural and not the least bit surprising.

Yes, in his eyes, it was only to be expected.

The Life-taking Saber Technique was designed for one purpose: simple, efficient killing. And having reached the Minor Achievement level, Fang Rui’s strength was magnified even further.

It could be said that he could kill anyone whose overall strength didn’t exceed his own, with life and death decided in a matter of moves. And ”a matter of moves” was for opponents at the same Fifth Grade rank.

Anyone below the Fifth Grade? A single strike was all it took.

’I’m not the same man I was last night when I faced Chong Jihu, the Gang Leader of the Tiger Gang, and Duan Lang, the Gang Leader of the Wild Wolf Gang!’

Fang Rui raised his hand and gave his saber a flourish. A tremor of Power shook the blade, sending the blood rolling off like dewdrops. Angling the blade, he tapped his toes and wheeled around to lunge at Lin Feng.

”Third Young Master Lin, your time is up!”

SLICE!

The light from the saber flashed past like a bolt of silk.

’That voice, those eyes... It’s him!’

As Lin Feng collapsed, his thoughts seemed to stretch out endlessly. He recalled that night, the boy from a common family who had been called the ”founder of refined medicine.”

’But how can this be possible?!’

Shock, regret... Lin Feng’s spirit broke.

If Xia Yunzhao turning his twin personal maids against him was a dagger to his heart, then this was another. The revelation that Fang Rui—the ”nobody” he had overlooked—was actually a Dark Force expert with talent rivaling even Li Xuantong’s, was proof of just how blind he’d been, how terrible his judgment was...

This second blow utterly shattered Lin Feng’s will to live.

—To draw an analogy from Cultivation, this state could be called a ”shattered Dao heart.”

’So, all this time I thought I was so clever, but I’ve just been a joke...’ Amidst this self-recrimination, with a final flicker of pity for himself, Lin Feng collapsed to the ground, his pupils losing their focus.

”What is this?!”

Just as Fang Rui killed Lin Feng, Xia Yunzhao arrived with two Sixth Grade bodyguards.

But when he took in the scene, his pupils contracted violently. ”Go!”

Anyone who knew Xia Yunzhao well would have recognized the profound terror in his trembling voice.

”Young Master?!”

The two Sixth Grade bodyguards cried out instinctively, completely baffled. Why were they leaving the moment they arrived? Was it because of that man up ahead?

It made no sense!

The two of them were Sixth Grade Martial Artists. What was there to fear? Who did they need to be afraid of?

’Idiots!’

Xia Yunzhao cursed them in his heart. There was no time to explain. He simply hardened his tone, his voice growing sharp and severe. ”I said, go!”

A man who could plot so devastatingly against Lin Feng was, naturally, extremely clever.

—In terms of time, they were only a dozen or so breaths behind Lin Feng. Yet in that short interval, the stranger had killed Lin Feng’s bodyguard and then Lin Feng himself...

What terrifying efficiency!

Xia Yunzhao was certain: that man was definitely a Fifth Grade Martial Artist, and an expert among them. His two Sixth Grade bodyguards? They would be nothing more than lambs to the slaughter!

He even instinctively connected this to yesterday’s murders of Chong Jihu, the Gang Leader of the Tiger Gang, and Duan Lang, the Gang Leader of the Wild Wolf Gang. He deduced that this person likely held a grudge against both the Lin and Xia Families.

Under these circumstances, if they didn’t run, were they just going to wait to die?!

Yes, with just a single glance, Xia Yunzhao’s mind had worked at high speed, analyzed all of this, and instantly registered the danger.

Truly worthy of the man who could play Third Young Master Lin for a fool!

At Xia Yunzhao’s harsh and severe command, the two Sixth Grade bodyguards, despite their confusion, dared not delay. They immediately flanked their young master, hoisted him up, and turned to run.

’Is that the young master from the Xia Family? The Xia Family had a hand in the Tiger Gang’s evil deeds. Come to think of it, the Xia Family is on my little list. Perhaps I should deal with them all today...’

As Fang Rui was thinking this, he was about to give chase when his brow suddenly furrowed. He looked in another direction, where three figures were streaking toward him at lightning speed.

That kind of speed... They had to be Middle Grade experts!

The moment he realized this, he turned and fled without the slightest hesitation.

”After him!”

The three gave chase relentlessly.

They were, of course, Middle Grade Martial Artists from the Xia Family. But why had they appeared here, at this very moment?