"One move? Ian Song killed an early Fusion expert with just a single move!" Even though everyone had heard Ian Song was strong enough to kill mid-Fusion cultivators, witnessing an expert fall in an instant before his eyes still left the crowd utterly stunned.
"No, he didn't even use a move!"
Suddenly, someone cried out in shock—what Ian Song unleashed wasn't even a proper sword technique.
Inside a small courtyard, Vergil Beigong narrowed his eyes, killing intent flickering within. The scene brought back the memory of his own guard being slain.
"Go ahead, keep killing. The more you kill, the deeper your feud with Soren Wu becomes!"
"Ian Song really is ruthless—when he kills, there's not a shred of mercy." In another courtyard, Jasper Easton spoke with complicated emotions.
Inside a civilian house, Mooncaller's autumn-water eyes glimmered faintly. "This kid's decisiveness reminds me a little of our demonic sect's style."
"How dare you kill my man!"
Suddenly, an enraged roar echoed across the street—it was Soren Wu. This time, he didn't call himself 'the little king,' clearly furious beyond measure.
"Why not?" Ian Song replied coolly. "He came to kill me. I can't just stand there and let him do it, can I?"
"But he was from the Prince Muyeno Estate!" Soren Wu's eyes were bloodshot.
"So what?" Ian Song raised an eyebrow.
"Good! Very good!" Soren Wu forced himself to calm down, his tone dark. "You've completely enraged me. Today, I'll make sure you die in despair!"
With that, Soren Wu gestured to four early Fusion guards and said coldly, "You four—go kill him!"
"Do it!"
All four guards were hardened killers. At the order, they attacked without hesitation.
A fire dragon a dozen feet long, its heat warping the air; a surging sword-light brimming with supreme Sword Intent; a black spear flashing as an afterimage; and a punch powerful enough to shatter the world—all blasted toward Ian Song at once.
The four attacked in perfect sync. Though their strikes looked scattered, they formed a relentless barrage that sealed off any chance for Ian Song to dodge. In their minds, Ian's earlier kill relied on that strange sword-light—if they forced him into a head-on clash, they'd neutralize his advantage.
But what they didn't know was that, although Ian Song's cultivation was only late Soul-Split, the purity and volume of his true essence rivaled even late Fusion experts. After consuming countless Frost-Soul Pills, his potential had become overwhelmingly deep, and his spiritual power now surpassed that of most late Fusion Nascent Souls.
So...
Faced with the four-man assault, Ian Song didn't even bother to dodge.
Just as their attacks were about to engulf him, Ian suddenly raised his right arm and struck out.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
His fists looked ordinary, but each one carried divine might and terrifying destructive power.
The first punch—fire dragon, annihilated.
Second punch—sword-light, shattered.
Third punch—the black spear was forced into view, ringing with brittle cracks as countless fractures spread across its surface. With a few sharp snaps, it broke into several pieces.
Fourth punch—his fist collided with the guard's, and the man's body exploded midair into a cloud of blood mist.
The crowd stared in shock, mouths agape. With four casual punches, Ian Song destroyed three attacks and killed one guard.
Too ruthless. Too fierce.
Even a mid-Fusion expert couldn't pull this off against four attackers—let alone someone at late Soul-Split.
While everyone was still stunned by the scene, Ian Song moved.
A residual shadow.
A blur flashed by—so fast that most people thought Ian Song had never left his spot.
Just then—
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Three guards crashed to the ground, their life force draining away in an instant.
"Instant kill!"
"That was a true instant kill!"
"Three early Fusion guards wiped out in less than a breath—can a late Soul-Split cultivator really do that?"
Even seeing it with their own eyes, many people still couldn't believe it. It was just too much to accept.
Soren Wu's face turned ashen. This was humiliating beyond words. Were all his estate's guards useless? How could a mere commoner slaughter them like chickens and dogs?
"So the Prince Muyeno Estate's guards are nothing special after all?" Ian Song's voice rang out, pouring fuel on the fire. Soren Wu nearly exploded with rage. He pointed at a mid-Fusion guard and barked, "You—go!"
Then, without missing a beat, he pointed at two more mid-Fusion guards. "You two, go with him!"
The first mid-Fusion guard secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Alone, he was sure he wasn't Ian Song's match.
"Last time, Ian Song killed two mid-Fusion experts by himself. Can he really take down three this time?" someone in the crowd wondered aloud.
"It's possible! Last time, he finished off Vergil Beigong's guard in no time. He probably still held back—he might be able to kill all three!"
"Kill!"
The three mid-Fusion guards radiated killing intent. Without a word, they attacked.
Their attack was even more overwhelming than before—the whole world seemed to shake, as if it might crack apart.
"Slash!"
At that moment, a clear, decisive cry rang out.
Shiiing!
It was the sound of a sword leaving its sheath.
Dressed in white, sword in hand, Ian Song soared into the sky.
With his sword drawn, Ian Song shook the capital—his blade drank the blood of men!
There was no grand spectacle, no tidal wave of sword-light—just three strands of sword qi pushed to the absolute limit of speed, each infused with mysterious Sword Intent.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
Three sprays of blood burst forth, turning into droplets that scattered from the sky.
The bodies of the three mid-Fusion guards hung frozen in midair for a single breath, then crashed down to the ground below.