From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Meng Fei was like a trapped beast walking through endless thorns, his wounds never fully healed before new ones appeared.

The more blood the Azure Blood Sword drank, the stronger its malevolent aura became, and its erosion of his mind deepened day by day. Whenever he drew his sword, the chilling killing intent and bloodthirsty pleasure became increasingly difficult to suppress.

The gentle and peaceful true energy of the Quanzhen True Heart Method, under the impact and continuous consumption of the fierce energy of the Azure Blood Sword, gradually became like a candle in the wind, and could be submerged at any moment.

Until this day, at dusk, he staggered to the outskirts of a small town built against the mountain that looked relatively peaceful.

Under the old locust tree at the entrance of town, instead of the usual playful children and chatting old people, there was only deathly silence.

More than a dozen masked men in tight-fitting clothes with fierce eyes spread out in a fan shape, blocking the road into the town.

What's even more chilling is that in front of these men, a row of trembling townspeople knelt—an elderly man with gray hair, a woman with a terrified face, and several children who were so frightened that they didn't even dare to cry out!

Each person had a gleaming steel knife held against their neck.

The masked leader was tall and thin, with piercing, hawk-like eyes. He smiled sinisterly when he saw Meng Fei appear.

"Young Master Meng, you must be tired from your journey. We have been waiting for you here for a long time."

Then, he pointed to the terrified and helpless townspeople in front of him, his voice flat, yet filled with a nauseating cruelty.

"I've heard that Young Master Meng is a chivalrous man, even willing to save a complete stranger, a young nun from the Hengshan Sect. Surely you wouldn't bear to see these innocent elderly, weak, women, and children die because of you, would you?"

"Hand over the 'Evil-Repelling Sword Manual'! Otherwise, I will kill one person every ten breaths! I'll start with this youngest child!"

At this moment, Meng Fei felt an unprecedented rage, mixed with the fatigue and pain accumulated from days of fleeing, erupting in his chest like a volcano!

The scene before my eyes is a jumble of images: the screams of Fuwei Escort Agency being destroyed, the scene of Songshan Sect members holding Liu Zhengfeng's wife and daughters hostage in Liu Mansion, and Linghu Chong's helplessness in being punished by his master for a fabricated crime and being suspected by his fellow practitioners... Countless images flash and overlap!

It's not that Meng Fei did anything wrong!

He deserves to die just because he possesses a great treasure!

Rather, this world of martial arts is one where the strong bully the weak, greed knows no bounds, and there are no bottom lines!

Rather, he... isn't strong enough! Strong enough to intimidate villains, strong enough to make all those who covet him hesitate!

His forbearance, his injuries, and his disheveled journey were all seen by these people as "weakness" that could be bullied at will and used to blackmail innocent people with their lives!

"Heh...heh..."

A deep, almost animalistic panting breath escaped from Meng Fei's throat.

He slowly raised his head, and his eyes, which had been dimmed by injuries and exhaustion, were now filled with an almost insane crimson and icy killing intent.

The murderous aura that had been constantly eroded and suppressed by the Jade Blood Sword for days, under this extreme anger and stimulation, burst forth like a flood, completely overwhelming his reason.

"You...all...deserve...to die—!!!"

A mournful howl, like that of a wounded lone wolf, shattered the tranquility of dusk!

"Clang—!"

The moment the Azure Blood Sword was drawn, it was no longer a low hum, but a high-pitched, sharp roar filled with endless hunger and excitement!

His figure moved!

Without hesitation, without negotiation, and without even glancing at the townspeople who were being held hostage—because in his mind, which was now completely consumed by ferocity, only killing could quell this raging fury!

The crimson sword light, like a death storm from hell, swept towards the group of masked men!

Fast! Incredibly fast!

Ruthless! Ruthless beyond imagination!

A monstrous evil! A monstrous evil that will wipe out everything!

The tall, thin, masked man at the head of the group narrowed his eyes and roared, "Kill! Kill them first..."

He wanted to order the killing of the hostage, but before he could finish speaking, a line of blood appeared between his eyebrows and quickly spread downwards. The horror in his eyes froze, and his body slowly fell backward.

"Pfft!" "Hiss!" "Ah—!"

Where the sword flashed, blood blossomed, and severed limbs flew everywhere!

The Azure Blood Sword seemed to possess its own life, dancing wildly in Meng Fei's hands, each strike precisely taking a life.

The masked men who took the hostages didn't even have time to react before they were all killed.

The townspeople, now free of their captors, screamed in terror, scrambling and crawling into corners, trembling as they watched this one-sided massacre unfold!

Meng Fei's figure weaved through the crowd, his consciousness seemingly floating in mid-air, coldly looking down at the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, feeling the waves of bloodthirsty pleasure and power feedback coming from the Azure Blood Sword.

Pain? Exhaustion? Toxins?

At this moment, everything seemed to have drifted away from him, with only the demonic sword in his hand and the murderous intent that resonated with the sword and burned everything filling his mind.

More than ten masked experts were reduced to mutilated corpses in less than half an incense stick's time.

The Azure Blood Sword hummed, its blade shimmering with crimson light, as if satiated after a feast. Meng Fei stood amidst the blood-soaked corpses, sword in hand, radiating a chilling aura of malevolence.

When the townspeople met his gaze, it was as if they were being stared at by a prehistoric beast; they were all so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, not daring to even breathe.

Meng Fei stared at them for a moment, a faint, mad red glint in his eyes flashing for a moment, as if a tiny sliver of rationality was struggling to emerge, but it was quickly overwhelmed by an even stronger ferocity and violence.

He let out a low growl that was hard to understand, then turned around abruptly, dragging the still bloodthirsty Azure Blood Sword, and staggered step by step into the deeper darkness beyond the town.

As the sun rose higher, birdsong filled the forest.

"Sister Aya, look! There seems to be someone by the stream!"

A clear, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, carrying the distinctive accent of the Miao region, drifted from a nearby forest path, filled with surprise.

"Hmm? Where?"

Another girl, slightly more composed but with an equally clear voice, responded.

Footsteps rustled as two figures parted the dense bushes and appeared by the stream.

These are two girls dressed in Miao ethnic clothing, who look to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The girl who spoke first was named A Luo. At that moment, she was staring at Meng Fei, who was lying by the stream, with a pair of big eyes, full of curiosity and a little timid.

The girl, who was a year or two older and taller, looked in the direction Aya was pointing and her delicate eyebrows immediately furrowed.

The two approached cautiously and saw that Meng Fei had half his body submerged in the stream, his face was pale and ashen, his lips were dry and purplish, and a layer of black mist shrouded his brows.

Most strikingly, not far to his right, lay a longsword with its sheath still attached. The sheath was ancient and dark red, giving off an unsettling, chilling feeling.

"Oh no! He...he's bleeding so much! And he's been in the water, is he going to die?"

A'Luo covered her mouth, her voice low and tinged with reluctance.