A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

Swish!

Another feint! Su Bai's broadsword flashed towards An Wuyu in the dim light, the blade only three feet from An Wuyu's face, the moonlight reflecting off the edge, a chilling aura pressing against his face.

Although An Wuyu was also focused on the feint, he was actually paying more attention to the possible hidden weapons. His gaze was fixed on Su Bai's sleeve, his eyes almost frozen, his pupils constricted, his body slightly turned to the side, and his left shoulder slightly lowered, ready to dodge the approaching hidden weapon at any moment.

Who knew that Su Bai's move this time was not a feint!

The blade flashed!

Swish!

This time, the sound of the blade cutting through the air was sharp and piercing, carrying a resolute determination to kill, completely different from the previous feints. It was as if the air itself had been cleaved apart by this single strike.

An Wuyu's pupils constricted to pinpoints. In that instant, he clearly saw the fleeting coldness in Su Bai's eyes—a chilling killing intent that sent shivers down his spine, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. "Not good!" he thought in horror. He tried to raise his sword to block, but found that his right shoulder, struck by a hidden weapon, was completely paralyzed. His muscles were stiff as iron, utterly unresponsive, and he couldn't even move his fingers. He could only watch helplessly as the large sword descended from the sky, its light rapidly magnifying in his pupils, filling his entire field of vision.

puff!

The blade pierced flesh, and blood splattered!

Su Bai's blade slashed diagonally down An Wuyu's left shoulder, the blade cutting into the muscle and scraping against the bone with a dull thud that made one's teeth ache. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, almost ripping off the entire shoulder, with the white bone fragments faintly visible.

Blood gushed out, drawing a shocking dark red arc in the moonlight, splattering onto Su Bai's clothes and face, warm and sticky, carrying a strong smell of rust. An Wuyu screamed, his voice sharp and short, his body swaying backward. The long sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp clang, bouncing twice on the blue bricks before rolling into the shadows in the corner, its blade covered in dust.

"You..." An Wuyu stared wide-eyed at Su Bai, his eyes filled with resentment and disbelief, his pupils beginning to dilate.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but could only spit out mouthfuls of blood, which flowed down the corners of his mouth, staining his chest and mixing with the blood that had seeped out earlier, forming a dark red stain.

His body swayed, and finally he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. His limbs were still twitching slightly.

Amidst the swirling dust, Su Bai panted heavily, his hand gripping the knife trembling slightly, his thumb and forefinger numb.

He looked at An Wuyu lying on the ground, the man's chest still rising and falling weakly, the rise and fall becoming smaller and smaller. The light in his eyes gradually faded, until only a deathly gray remained.

The moonlight shone on An Wuyu's face, which was originally sinister and ferocious, but now it was only pale and weak. His lips moved, making indistinct sounds, as if he was cursing or begging for mercy. A hoarse sound came from his throat, and blood foam kept gushing from the corner of his mouth.

Su Bai did not give him a chance.

He stepped forward, his boots making a soft thud as they sank into the pool of blood. He raised his broadsword again, its blade flashing a chilling light in the moonlight, blood still dripping slowly from its edge.

puff!

One stroke and he was beheaded.

An Wuyu's head rolled off the ground, rolled twice, and came to rest in the corner, covered in dust and blood.

His eyes were still wide open, frozen with the resentment and fear of his impending death, his pupils dilated, reflecting the cold moonlight. Blood gushed from his severed neck, warm blood flowing out and quickly pooling on the ground, gleaming dark red in the moonlight, emitting a strong stench of blood that gradually dissipated in the night wind.

Su Bai sheathed his sword, took a step back, and gasped for breath.

He looked down at his hands, the web between his thumb and forefinger was cracked, the skin rolled back to reveal fresh red flesh, his palms were covered in a sticky mixture of sweat and blood, warm and slippery, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, the blue veins throbbing, his whole hand was still trembling slightly, he could barely hold the knife.

He looked up and around. The signs of a fight were clearly visible in the alley—broken blue bricks, covered with spiderweb-like cracks, with sharp edges curling up; cracked earthen walls, bearing deep sword and knife marks, with the soil peeling away to reveal the grass underneath; scattered pebbles and withered leaves mixed together, trampled into a mess, and a headless corpse and a rolled-down head on the ground.

The moonlight shone on the pool of blood, casting a dark, eerie glow, and the stench of blood was so thick it was impossible to ignore.

Without delay, Su Bai immediately began searching for An Wuyu's body.

He crouched down, his fingers touching the warm corpse; the muscles were still warm, but had already begun to stiffen.

He quickly searched the body and found a large cloth bag on the side of the corpse's waist. It was made of coarse cloth, heavy, and he didn't know what was inside. Su Bai didn't have time to look at it; he only had time to put it away and stuff it into his arms, pressing it against his chest. He could still feel the warmth of his body on the cloth bag.

Because at this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps in the distance grew closer and closer, dense and rapid, and the sound of boots treading on the bluestone slabs was particularly clear in the night.

The torchlight grew brighter and brighter, its orange glow flickering at the alley entrance, where shadowy figures could be seen crowding together.

Su Bai took a deep breath to calm his violently heaving breathing; his chest was still aching slightly.

He sheathed his sword, the blade rubbing against the scabbard with a soft rustling sound. He wiped the blood from his face, his hand running over his skin, the blood spreading, sticky and warm, looking particularly gruesome in the moonlight, like a blood-red mask. He stood there, waiting quietly, his back straight, his gaze calmly fixed on the alleyway entrance.

Soon, a group of people poured into the alley.

Leading the group was Chief Li, a robust man in his forties with a knife at his waist and a weary face bearing the marks of travel. Behind him followed dozens of constables, each holding a torch high. The pine resin on the torches hissed and emitted wisps of black smoke, illuminating the entire alleyway and leaving no corner untouched.

When they saw the scene in the alley, their footsteps stopped in unison, the soles of their boots making a neat rubbing sound on the blue bricks. Incredulous expressions appeared on their faces, their mouths slightly open, and their eyes wide open.

The headless corpse lay on the ground, its neck severed jaggedly, the blood congealed into dark red clots. Judging from the features, it seemed to be An Wuyu, the notorious criminal they were hunting. Standing beside it was Su Bai, covered in blood, his clothes splattered with bloodstains, some dried to a dark brown, others still damp, reflecting the firelight.

His face was stained with blood, and in the firelight he looked like a demon crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, but his eyes were calm as water, with an indescribable sense of detachment.

"This..." Li Chatou was stunned, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Su Bai and the corpse on the ground, his eyes filled with shock, his pupils slightly contracting.

He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing, before finally uttering a sound, "Lord Su, did you kill him?"