CHAPTER 539: CHAPTER 427: SINCERITY OF HEART_5

The four-foot curved and slender blade shimmered with a ghostly cold light in the dim room.

Zang Tiejun gently caressed the blade, sighing inwardly, he never thought he would have to wield a blade and fight for his life in his own home.

He hadn’t descended yet with the blade in hand, when he heard the chaotic sound of gunshots below, followed by a few muffled groans. Although the sounds were low, one could immediately tell it was the Four Great Vajra.

Zang Tiejun was stupefied, could the four masters armed with guns be dealt with so easily?

A white shadow flickered, and Gao Xuan had already floated up to the second floor, standing right in front of Zang Tiejun.

Only then did Zang Tiejun realize the situation was out of control, he cautiously raised his blade: "Who exactly are you, and from whom did you learn martial arts?"

Gao Xuan gave a cold and ghostly smile: "There’s no need for you to know that. Before you die, showcase your strongest martial arts."

Zang Tiejun knew there was no point in talking anymore, with a low shout, he fiercely swung his long blade down.

Under the surge of violent energy and blood force, Zang Tiejun’s muscles began to swell, his whole body enlarging.

The power behind his swift chop was also exceptionally fierce, the long blade descended with an extremely sharp whistle in the air. The sound was louder and sharper than a bullet’s roar.

Chop to cleave a mountain, this move was the simplest sword technique, but in Zang Tiejun’s hands, it seemed capable of slicing a tank in two.

It truly had the might to split mountains and break peaks!

Gao Xuan neither dodged nor yielded, as his palms clasped the swiftly chopping blade.

The piercing and chilly blade light carving through the darkness was abruptly halted.

Zang Tiejun was shocked beyond belief, and before he could react, Gao Xuan’s foot silently and stealthily struck Zang Tiejun’s chest.

Zang Tiejun had trained his whole life, his body as hard as iron. Gao Xuan’s kick was also powerful, his sneakers burst apart directly.

With such mighty power, Zang Tiejun’s muscles twisted with a single kick, ribs shattered instantly, heart crushed outright.

In the midst of exerting force, Zang Tiejun’s energy and blood were at their peak, the burst wound spilled blood like a fountain.

Zang Tiejun staggered back two steps before collapsing onto the ground.

He unwillingly looked at Gao Xuan: "This is pure brute force..."

Clamping the dual blades in a swift chop with his palms, Gao Xuan’s power was at least fivefold stronger than his. Defeated by such brute force, Zang Tiejun was extremely reluctant.

"Your martial arts are just so-so."

Gao Xuan performed a fancy flourish with the long blade, speaking with slight disappointment: "Even if you fought a hundred more times, you wouldn’t withstand a single move from me."

Zang Tiejun was extremely furious, panting heavily like an ox, unable to muster the strength for words.

Gao Xuan squatted beside Zang Tiejun: "To tell the truth, your energy and blood gathering is formidable, your strength far surpassing human limits, in this world you count as a martial arts grandmaster."

Zang Tiejun’s old eyes were already filled with blood, his vision blurred, but he was unwilling to close his eyes.

"Your power is strong, but you lack a sincere heart for martial arts. You defeated me merely by brute strength..."

He gasped violently twice, finally speaking his heart.

Gao Xuan saw Zang Tiejun still unwilling to close his eyes, calmly said: "In any world, it is the one with strong power who wins."

As he spoke, he stood up: "But you’re right as well. I lack a sincere heart for martial arts. If a sincere heart truly matters, I wouldn’t mind having one."

By that time, the soldiers below had already charged up. These people were indeed experienced and elite, responding extremely quickly. Despite the chaos causing many deaths, they still immediately ran up to help.

However, Gao Xuan’s actions were too swift, in the blink of an eye, Zang Tiejun was killed by a single kick.

Gao Xuan held the blade and said in a deep voice: "Zang Tiejun is dead, surrender your weapons and you will not be killed."

These were all Zang Tiejun’s loyalists, but no one listened to Gao Xuan. A group raised their guns ready to shoot, piercing cold blade light swirling in the darkness.

Thud, thud, thud, limbs were severed, blood gushing like a fountain.

The next day, the deserting soldiers from Zang Tiejun’s manor had already spread the news.

By the time the military dispatched people over, they saw bodies strewn across the manor. Zang Tiejun, the Four Great Vajra, and other high-ranking members of the Golden Association were all killed.

According to official statistics later, at least five hundred people died that night. All were killed by Gao Xuan alone.

According to the deserters’ recollections, that night the blade light was like snow, wherever it passed rivers of blood flowed.

The forces Zang Tiejun established collapsed completely after this battle.

This battle also cemented Gao Xuan’s name as the God of Murder. Qi Yan and the Qi Family hence became the top-tier nobility of Golden City, with no one daring to provoke them for decades.

Later, Qi Yan gave birth to a son whose brows and eyes particularly resembled the disappeared Gao Xuan. However, Gao Xuan seemed to have vanished from the world, never to return.

Even until Qi Yan passed away, she never saw Gao Xuan again...