Chapter 175 - 114: One Man, One Sword, Massacring Hidden Sword Manor

The sound of the Shadow-Stealing Sword being unsheathed was crisp and clear.

Moonlight glinted off the blade, reflecting a cold, white light.

Zhang Su channeled his Yin Yang Mixture Strength into the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, all while wielding the Shadow-Stealing Sword.

The strike was as fast as lightning, reaching Ouyang Chuan’s back in an instant.

The blade’s edge split the air with a sharp whistle, faintly accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

Ouyang Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.

He spun around abruptly, his longsword sweeping horizontally.

It was a move he had practiced thousands of times in his youth—a wide, powerful slash designed specifically to counter enemies attacking from behind.

With his Realm as a Huajin Martial Artist, he should have been able to block at least a few moves.

Unfortunately, it had been too long since he had last fought anyone.

Far too long.

So long that his Swordsmanship had grown rusty.

In this one sweep, he used too much force. His Sword Momentum was too wide, leaving his center completely exposed.

And Zhang Su’s blade slipped right through the opening in his form.

His own attack had missed completely.

Ouyang Chuan’s pupils dilated.

He saw the blade of the Shadow-Stealing Sword flash before his eyes, followed by a cold sensation on his neck.

SHHNK.

The Shadow-Stealing Sword slid lightly across Ouyang Chuan’s neck.

Instantly, blood gushed forth.

Ouyang Chuan’s eyes went wide.

One move.

Just one move.

He, too, was a Huajin Martial Artist, yet he couldn’t even block a single move.

"You..."

Ouyang Chuan stared intently at Zhang Su.

His eyes were filled with resentment, fear, and regret.

Only those who had truly fought Zhang Su could know how terrifying he was.

The spectators could never comprehend the feeling of facing that sword strike head-on.

’It was too fast.’

’So fast that you could see it coming but couldn’t dodge.’

’So fast that you knew you had to block, but your body couldn’t keep up.’

Ouyang Chuan suddenly thought of Ouyang Pu.

’Did Ouyang Pu see the same flash of a blade when he died?’

In his final moments, Ouyang Chuan was filled with regret.

’I shouldn’t have protected Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui.’

’Two outsiders... it wasn’t worth it.’

’I shouldn’t have let Ouyang Pu fight Zhang Su.’

’Ouyang Pu was the Clan Elders’ pride and joy, the future of Hidden Sword Manor.’

’And I definitely shouldn’t have sent the Clan Elder to ambush Zhang Su.’

’Leading to today’s disaster.’

’If I hadn’t done those things, Ouyang Pu wouldn’t have died, the Clan Elder would still be alive, and Hidden Sword Manor would still be standing strong.’

’None of this would have happened.’

But alas, there’s no medicine for regret in this world.

No amount of regret could change anything now.

THUD.

Ouyang Chuan fell to the ground, his last breath gone.

"Manor Master!"

"How dare you! Who dares to assassinate the Manor Master?"

"Manor Master..."

Just then, Martial Artists from Hidden Sword Manor arrived.

They poured in from all directions, swords in hand. Some had their clothes in disarray, others had disheveled hair—they had clearly been roused from their sleep.

When they saw Ouyang Chuan lying in a pool of blood, every one of them was filled with shock and fury.

But when Zhang Su turned to face them, they were all startled.

In the moonlight, his young face was revealed to the crowd.

Zhang Su?

The Zhang Su who had withstood three punches from the Clan Elder?

But Zhang Su had already left. Why had he returned to Hidden Sword Manor and even killed the Manor Master, Ouyang Chuan?

Someone subconsciously took half a step back.

Zhang Su’s icy gaze swept over the Martial Artists of Hidden Sword Manor.

It had taken him several days to return to Hidden Sword Manor, but that was because he needed to recover his Inner Strength.

After all, he had previously used the Extreme Sword Form, which had completely drained his Inner Strength and required a few days to restore.

He had traveled slowly from the gorge to Hidden Sword Manor, recovering his Inner Strength along the way.

After a few days, his Inner Strength was fully restored.

Returning to Hidden Sword Manor this time, Zhang Su had only one goal: to kill!

To end this feud in the most Jianghu way possible!

"Father..."

Ouyang Jing had also arrived.

He had heard the shouts and ran out of his courtyard without even putting on his shoes, his bare feet slapping against the cold stone slabs.

When he saw Ouyang Chuan lying in a pool of his own blood, his eyes turned red.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling upon Zhang Su.

His eyes were filled with hatred.

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH.

In the next moment, figure after figure appeared around Zhang Su, completely surrounding him.

One, two, three...

Dozens of Huajin Martial Artists in total!

They had rushed over from every corner of the manor, each holding a sword.

These men were the foundation Hidden Sword Manor had built over several hundred years.

Ouyang Chuan had not been wrong; Hidden Sword Manor truly did have dozens of Huajin Martial Artists.

More than half of them were gathered here now.

"Zhang Su, you actually dared to kill the Manor Master? You won’t be leaving Hidden Sword Manor today!"

A white-haired old man shouted sternly.

"I don’t care who you are, you’re going to die!"

Another middle-aged Martial Artist pointed his sword directly at Zhang Su.

"We’ve already sent for the Clan Elder! You won’t escape today, even if you grow wings!"

At the mention of the Clan Elder, a hint of confidence crept into some of their voices.

These Huajin Martial Artists did not yet know that Ouyang Yin was already dead.

They thought the Clan Elder was still in the manor, believing that as long as he arrived, Zhang Su’s death was certain.

Zhang Su did not explain, nor did he need to.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

Ouyang Jing gave the order.

Instantly, the dozens of Huajin Martial Artists moved.

This was no friendly spar.

This was a Jianghu skirmish, where anything goes!

Some attacked from the front, some circled around for a sneak attack from the side, and others leaped onto the rooftops to strike from above.

Swords flashed, their cold gleams dotting the air as dozens of longswords stabbed at Zhang Su from different directions.

The Martial Arts styles of these Huajin Martial Artists were all different.

Some used the orthodox Swordsmanship of Hidden Sword Manor—methodical and steady.

Others used unorthodox Swordsmanship styles from the Jianghu—tricky, bizarre, and aimed exclusively at vital points.