Martial Arts Longevity Begins with the Equipment Slot

Chapter 18 Possessing a Sharp Weapon, the Intent to Kill Arises

Although Song Xiangxiang was scared, she pretended to be calm in front of so many people.

Since we've come all this way, wouldn't it be pointless to leave empty-handed and become a laughingstock?

Moreover, as He Taifeng just mentioned, Wei Rongfang is already at his limit and is about to pass away.

If he's right, then Wei Rongfang isn't so scary now.

Song Xiangxiang cautiously walked to the edge of the Broken Soul Cliff, but hesitated to look down.

Duanhun Cliff is located at the most dangerous point of Niuwei Mountain and is the boundary mountain between Changhe County and Yunsong County, which was demarcated a hundred years ago.

The cliff is hundreds of feet high, straight up and down, with no gentle slopes and no vegetation.

Only a sliver of sunlight streamed down from the crack at the top, illuminating the entire stone wall like a drawn sword.

The cliff face is made of a strange material, a dark blue "bone-eroding rock" that is harder than refined iron, yet can seep out fine water droplets at certain times.

Water droplets flow down the wall and gather into a "tear streak" halfway up the mountain. It never dries up and is known in the martial arts world as "Soul-Severing Dew" because it can even corrode gold and iron, so no one can climb on it.

At the bottom of the cliff is a deep abyss, where clouds and mist never dissipate.

Occasionally, someone falls off a cliff, and their belongings are found floating in the lower reaches of the Qingyi River, thirty miles away. But strangely, no remains have ever been seen.

After pacing back and forth at the edge of the Broken Soul Cliff for a long time, Song Xiangxiang ultimately did not have the courage to go down and investigate.

She herself dared not go down, but she could order the guards to do so.

In her eyes, guards were slaves, and slaves should die for their masters.

"Go down and see what's going on down there."

Song Xiangxiang turned her head and spoke to the ten guards in an icy tone.

"Whoever goes down first, I'll reward him with five thousand taels of silver!"

Now that things have come to this point...

The guards looked at each other blankly, none of them responding to her words.

Although five thousand taels of silver was an astronomical figure for them.

But no matter how astronomical the amount, it's not as important as a life.

What's the use of giving a lot of money if you don't have the life to take it?

Everyone's just trying to make a living; nobody really wants to die for nothing.

"You've rebelled! You've rebelled!"

Seeing that the guards remained unmoved, Song Xiangxiang flew into a rage and slapped the people in the front row.

The four guards at the front of the line had red, swollen, and burning cheeks from the slaps, but they just gritted their teeth and endured it, keeping their heads down and not daring to say a word.

"You bastards, I think you really don't want to live anymore!"

Song Xiangxiang went a little crazy and screamed hysterically.

"Damn it! He deserves to die!"

"A dog that disobeys its owner should be killed!"

Song Xiangxiang flew into a rage and drew her steel knife to slash at the guards.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three flashes of sword light appeared.

The six guards were instantly killed.

These were merely guards at the Blood Refining Realm, utterly powerless against Song Xiangxiang.

Seeing that things were not going well, one of the guards turned and ran.

Before he had run five steps, a steel blade flew through the air from behind.

"Pfft!"

Without missing a beat, the steel knife struck him squarely in the back.

The blade pierced from his back to his chest, and a stream of crimson blood flowed out like a trickle of water.

With a thud, the guard fell to the ground, lifeless.

Song Xiangxiang picked up the steel knife and pointed it at a guard.

"I'll count to three. If you don't come down, you'll end up like them!"

The guards who were pointed at were terrified and immediately obeyed.

His strength was only at the Great Perfection of Blood Refinement; even if he bravely resisted, he would not escape death.

Why not go down to the bottom of Broken Soul Cliff? Perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope.

The perpetrators below the cliff, however terrifying, remain unknown, while Song Xiangxiang, the perpetrator, has already begun her killing spree.

People always have a tendency to take chances.

This is especially true in times of crisis.

For the surviving guards, even living one more moment is a blessing.

But Song Xiangxiang did not give them that chance.

She hesitated for only a second before killing the guard.

"Sizzle!"

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"

Blood splattered onto the guard beside him, and he was so frightened that he quickly ran to the edge of the Broken Soul Cliff and jumped off without hesitation.

In the instant his body leaned forward, he instinctively grabbed the cliff face.

As his fingertips touched the bone-corroding rock, the bone-corroding power of the Soul-Severing Dew instantly burned through his nails, and the unbearable pain forced him to let go.

"ah--"

Leaving behind his final cry, the guard plunged off the cliff in despair.

More than thirty breaths later, there was still no sound from the bottom of the valley.

Only the howling wind, and the maddening absolute silence that followed.

The silence was unusually heavy, pressing down on one's chest, as if the entire Broken Soul Cliff was collapsing inward, compressing all sound, all matter, and all existence into a silent tomb.

At this moment, only Chen Yu and Song Xiangxiang remained on Broken Soul Cliff.

After a long silence, Song Xiangxiang turned the knife towards Chen Yu.

"You, jump down and see what's going on!"

Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Chen Yu, like a gambler who had lost everything.

Chen Yu simply stared at her silently, without moving.

"Damn piece of trash! You dare defy me too?"

Song Xiangxiang's eyes were filled with murderous intent as she approached step by step, holding a steel knife.

Chen Yu slowly drew the butcher knife from his waist and held it horizontally in front of him.

When Song Xiangxiang saw that he still dared to draw his knife and point it at her, she became even more furious.

"You dog-like thing, you dare to bare your teeth at your owner? I'll skin you alive!"

"Ugh!"

Song Xiangxiang roared and lunged at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu remained calm and suddenly swung his sword at her.

"Whoosh!"

The butcher's knife drew a perfect arc in the air.

The arc swept past Song Xiangxiang's right shoulder, severing her right arm in one fell swoop.

"Aaaaaah!"

"My right hand!"

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"I'll kill you, you dog slave!"

Song Xiangxiang picked up the steel knife that had fallen to the ground with her left hand and continued to pounce on Chen Yu.

Chen Yu continued to swing his sword.

There was another "whoosh" sound.

Song Xiangxiang's left arm was also severed.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

After losing both arms, Song Xiangxiang finally regained some of her senses.

Her voice changed from cold-blooded to terrified.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you so strong?"

In her panic, Song Xiangxiang turned and tried to escape.

She didn't understand why Chen Yu could hit her so easily.

She was also at the Skin Refining Realm, but she couldn't even last three moves before both of her arms were crippled.

Could it be that Chen Yu is truly a martial arts prodigy, one in a million, who has reached the perfect level of skin refining without any secret medicine?

Song Xiangxiang couldn't believe that such a prodigy was born a slave.

In her eyes, slaves were just slaves, mere playthings to be killed at will.

But in the blink of an eye, the balance of power had shifted.

Now it was Chen Yu's turn to hold the knife and approach her step by step.

As dusk settled and the setting sun bleed-red, it painted Chen Yu's figure a deep crimson.

A murderous aura permeated the crimson landscape.

"Please, spare me! I'll give you anything you want!"

As Song Xiangxiang tried to escape, she pleaded desperately, her voice trembling with fear.

Chen Yu didn't answer, but simply raised his knife lightly and then slashed at her fiercely.