Ch21 Slaughter

Zhou Kang and two other old men in grey steward robes come out of the woods.

One of them is extremely overweight, but his neck and arms look bulky and muscular.

The other is lanky and carries two axes. They look just like the ones servants use to chop wood.

From this distance, I can’t feel their aura. However, the fact that they’re stewards and managed to evade my sight for a week means they must be at least level 2 qi refiners.

My heartbeat quickens, not out of fear, but of excitement.

We’re far from any servant camps, so no one will witness or hear their screams…

I can finally test out my new strength and set my first major plan to move up this sect’s power hierarchy into action.

To play the role of a scared and weak servant, I quickly stow away my spirit stones and try to move the slate rock back into place.

“Bring him here, I’ll kill him myself, and we’ll split the spoils!” Zhou Kang yells, and laughs out to himself.

When I turn back around, the lanky and fat man both charge my way.

They are certainly not slow… I’m not sure if I could move any faster if I went all out.

Taking on two at once will be difficult, unless I use my copper bell talisman. With limited uses, I don’t really want to waste its power… so I’ll have to use the art of surprise to try and even the playing field.

I take a few deep breaths but stare forward with wide eyes, looking like a shocked child that just got caught stealing.

The grins of the two men charging my way turn up as they realize how easy this is going to be. I feel the sharpness of their hatred once they get within my 3-meter spiritual sense’s range.

As predicted, they’re both 2nd level qi refiners and over 60 years old, wastrels that work children to death for a living.

When the lanky man gets close enough, he points an axe down at me, but his stance is completely relaxed and off guard.

The steward is about to speak, but I don’t let either of them get a step closer.

I plant my back foot, filling it with qi, and launch myself forward at the closest axe pointed my way.

Centimeters before my fist collides with its sharp edge, I pull my silver and white dagger from my storage. The blades collide, but there is no metallic clashing sound.

Instead, my dagger slices through the metal axe face like butter.

Next, it slices through the wielder’s unguarded neck.

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Crimson blood gushes out, and my gaze sharpens, looking toward the fat man that yells out in fury less than 2 meters to my side.

His fists are hairy and meaty like sledgehammers.

I can’t fully react in time, as I’m still up in the air. He lands a punch in the center of my chest before I can twist out of the way or dodge.

I cough up blood and get sent flying backward into the stream behind me.

He jumps in after, slightly slowed by the current of the shin-high water. This is enough time for me to stand up and focus after the wind was just knocked out of me.