Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The night was as dark as ink, and the forests deep in Shilipo were deathly silent.

Shen Tu Hao, Pang Jingyuan, Sun Li, and Liu Jiankun followed twenty members of the Black Tiger Gang as they hurried along the mountain path, carrying corpses in sacks.

The sack contained the eighty corpses of refugees that had just been "collected" that night, still carrying the warm, pungent smell of blood.

"Hurry up!" the masked man in black urged impatiently. "This batch of goods needs to be delivered to the branch headquarters for alchemy tonight. If we're late, no one can afford to take the blame from the gang leader!"

Shen Tu Hao was panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat mixed with the night dew. He subconsciously glanced back—he had a feeling that there was a pair of eyes watching them from the shadows.

"Fourth Brother, what's wrong?" Pang Jingyuan asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing... I'm probably just overthinking it." Shen Tu Hao shook his head, suppressing his unease.

At that very moment—

"Whoosh!"

A dark figure emerged from the forest like a ghost and landed steadily in the middle of the mountain path, blocking the way.

Moonlight filtered through the trees, barely illuminating the figure of the person who approached—dressed in black, face covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of cold, star-like eyes.

"Who goes there?!" the Black Tiger gang member shouted, and three of them drew their swords at the same time.

The man in black didn't answer, but suddenly moved!

Windwalk!

Fast! So fast that it left only a blur!

First target – Sun Li!

Sun Li was still in a daze when he saw a leg shadow attack his chest like a venomous snake!

He tried to dodge, but the leg shadow was too fast, and its trajectory was even more unpredictable, blocking all his escape routes!

Shadow Strike - Flow Breaker Combo!

"puff!"

The muffled sound of the sternum cracking was particularly clear in the mountains and forests.

Sun Li was sent flying backward, crashing through three tree trunks as thick as bowls before landing with a thud.

He struggled to get up, but only spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs. His wide eyes were filled with resentment and fear, and he soon stopped breathing.

"Junior Brother Sun!" Liu Jiankun's eyes were bloodshot.

The man in black gave Liu Jiankun no chance to catch his breath, and in a flash, he was in front of him!

Thunderous Kick!

This kick was powerful and heavy, carrying a faint sound of wind and thunder!

Liu Jiankun hastily used all his strength from the mid-stage Iron Skin Realm to block, but a crisp "crack" was heard—his arm bones shattered! He was kicked more than ten feet away like a rag doll, crashing heavily onto the rocks, his bones and tendons completely broken, and he died on the spot.

From the moment he made his move to the moment he killed two people, it took only three breaths!

Shen Tuhao, Pang Jingyuan, and the three Black Tiger Gang members were then shocked to their senses.

"Attack together! Kill him!" roared the leader of the Black Tiger Gang. The three men's blades flashed like lightning as they slashed at the black-clad man's vitals from three directions!

The man in black neither dodged nor avoided the blade, letting it strike him!

"Clang clang clang!"

A resounding clang of metal rang out! Three finely crafted steel longswords struck the man in black, yet it was as if they had struck iron and stone, sending sparks flying!

Golden Bell Shield - Passive Defense!

The three Black Tiger Gang members' tiger's mouths were split open from the shock, and their long swords nearly slipped from their hands. Their eyes were filled with horror—what kind of external martial arts was this?! Even those at the peak of the Iron Skin Realm couldn't withstand the blade head-on!

Shen Tuhao and Pang Jingyuan were terrified.

They could see it clearly—the man in black hadn't used any internal energy to protect himself at all; he had withstood three blows solely with his physical defense! This defense... was probably comparable to the Copper Skin Realm!

"Who...who are you?!" Shen Tuhao's voice trembled.

The man in black slowly turned around, his cold eyes sweeping over the two men. He suddenly spoke, his voice deliberately low but still revealing his youth: "Shen Tu Hao, Pang Jing Yuan... colluded with the Black Tiger Gang, slaughtered refugees, and used people to refine pills. You deserve to die."

That sound...

Shen Tu Hao trembled violently, and a name blurted out: "Song...Song Jing?!"

Pang Jingyuan recognized the voice and his face turned deathly pale: "It's you?! How is this possible... How could you be so strong?!"

They knew Song Jing was exceptionally talented, that he was valued by the school master, and that he had shown his talent in the martial arts school's small competitions... But they never imagined that this junior brother, who had only been a student for a few months, would be so strong!

A mid-stage Iron Skin Realm expert, he withstood the blade's edge with lightning speed and incredibly swift leg techniques...

This is no longer the newcomer who needed their "guidance"!

"Run!" Shen Tuhao made a snap decision and turned to flee!

Pang Jingyuan also realized what was happening and ran wildly in another direction!

The man in black—Song Jing's eyes turned cold.

The Wind Chasing Leg Technique – A Startling Move!

His figure soared into the sky like a white crane skimming the air, instantly catching up with Shen Tu Hao! A leg slashed down, with the force of a thunderclap!

Shen Tuhao hurriedly turned around to block, but heard a "crack" and both arms were broken!

He was slammed into the ground with tremendous force, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Song Jing landed, not even glancing at the dying Shen Tu Hao, and turned to chase after Pang Jingyuan.

Wind and Thunder Combo - Prototype!

His movements were as swift as the wind, his legs as powerful as lightning! Although this attack was not yet fully formed, it already possessed considerable power!

Pang Jingyuan felt a chill run down his spine. Before he could react, he was struck in the back by a powerful leg strike! His protective inner energy instantly dissipated, his spine snapped, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing a few times before falling silent.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the three Black Tiger gang members had already scattered and fled.

Song Jing did not pursue them.

He stood amidst the chaos, watching Shen Tuhao struggle to lift his head one last time, his eyes filled with resentment and incomprehension.

"Why...why..." Shen Tuhao's voice was weak.

Song Jing leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Because of you, you are not worthy of being martial artists."

Having said that, he stomped down.

The sound of bone cracking was crisp and clear.

The mountains and forests returned to deathly silence.

Song Jing quickly inspected the battlefield, confirmed that all four men were dead, and then piled up the sacks that had contained the bodies.

The night was as dark as ink, and the stench of blood had not yet dissipated.

Song Jing stood between the four corpses, moonlight filtering through the trees and casting dappled shadows on him. He first walked to the bodies of Sun Li and Liu Jiankun, bending down to feel around.

Sun Li's chest collapsed, and his death was gruesome.

Song Jing pulled a deflated money pouch from his pocket and weighed it in his hand—at most five taels of silver. He then took out a low-quality jade pendant, its color murky and worthless.

"He really is a penniless wretch," Song Jing muttered to himself, casually tossing the things back.

Liu Jiankun fared slightly better; he had seven or eight taels of silver in his purse, along with a crumpled pawn ticket—it was for a silver hairpin left by his mother, and the redemption period had passed three days ago.

Song Jing remained silent for a moment, then stuffed the pawn ticket back into his arms and only took the silver.

The two of them together had less than fifteen taels.

He got up and walked towards Shen Tuhao's corpse.

Shen Tuhao's arms were both severed, his eyes were wide open, and he was clearly extremely unwilling before he died.

Song Jing squatted down and first reached for his waist—it was empty.

He reached into his clothes again, and his fingertips touched something hard.

It is a jade bottle.

Song Jing's heart stirred slightly, and he carefully took it out. The jade bottle felt warm and smooth to the touch, and its body was engraved with twisted lotus patterns, the very symbol of the Blood Lotus Sect.

He uncorked the bottle, and a familiar smell of blood wafted out.

A crimson pill lay quietly in the bottle, its surface swirling with blood-red patterns, faintly entwined with resentment.

Blood Demon Pill.

Song Jing's breath hitched.

Why is Shen Tu Hao still holding onto this pill? Is it because he didn't have time, or is he still hesitant?

Without time to think, he quickly sealed the bottle and put the jade bottle close to his body.

They searched Shen Tuhao's body again and found more than thirty taels of silver, a few healing pills, and nothing else.

Finally, there's Pang Jingyuan.

The fifth senior brother's spine was completely shattered, and he lay sprawled on the ground, clearly having endured immense pain before his death.

Song Jing turned him over and reached into his robes—sure enough, it was another jade bottle.