Why do I have so many masters?

Chapter 703: Chapter 23 A Mighty Wind Arises!!! (Combined)_3

“You’ve come to kill me, and that you certainly can,”

The martial artist sneered, his right hand steadying the blade.

Inspired by this, another man clad in a Taoist robe, who appeared to be in his forties, stepped forward with furious eyes and said:

“Wang Anfeng, I bore no grudge against you in the past nor do I have any recent quarrels, but the reason I’m here is because amongst the hundred thousand under your father the general, my old father was killed by your dad. Should I not kill you?”

Wang Anfeng seemed to have no words to say, and he said softly:

“To avenge one’s father is a moral duty of nature and heaven, you should come!”

“Wang Anfeng…”

Somehow, Cao Donglin, who had previously seemed like a leader amongst the people, now appeared as if he did not exist, simply standing aside and watching as each Jianghu person, for real or for pretense, angrily pronounced their own reasons.

Glancing up, he saw the excitement hidden within those Jianghu martial artists who had come from thousands of miles away just for the spectacle, whispering and chattering among themselves non-stop.

Right then, he knew that this matter would soon spread throughout the entirety of Jianghu. What might have been a potentially mixed reputation, was now utterly transformed into an illustrious act of heroism in vengeance for one’s ancestors, a righteous cause, in which he was an indispensable link.

At this thought, a secretive smile formed on Cao Donglin’s lips.

The trend of the times…

Wang Anfeng stood in silence, listening to the shouts of rage one after another. Some were genuinely heartfelt, with every word like blood and tears, while others were only there to lend a fist.

The three hundred Qing Taoqi, who were present just moments ago, now seemed to have vanished, leaving him alone to endure the shouts, the grudge of fathers, of mothers, of kin.

In his mind, the image of that always-smiling scholar appeared somewhat blurred.

It seemed that all he ever saw of him was just a silhouette.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, and looking around, he saw weapons on all sides, angry shouts unending in his ear, momentarily feeling as if the whole world was his enemy.

The situation was fraught with tension, just waiting for the accusations to stop and for the other side to fully seize the moral high ground, which would then turn into a visible bloody conflict, and killing would then merely be an act of heroism.

Bloody conflict…

Wang Anfeng chuckled softly, his laughter growing louder.

Facing such a world of adversaries, a rare, reckless bravado suddenly surged in his heart; he took a step forward, and his Yan Zhi Sword swiftly unsheathed along with its chain mechanism, fiercely shooting out.

This move was quick and fierce, and utterly unexpected, striking through the martial artist who had just been the most vociferous.

The chains wailed as their length reached their limits, operated solely by his robust inner strength. Then with a powerful tug, he pulled the man straight off the cliff and grasped him in his hand.

Suddenly, the surrounding noise came to a halt.

A pair of eyes after pair of eyes looked on with disbelief, at Wang Anfeng, who dared to make a move with a grandmaster present, and compared to the previous clamor, the silence at that moment was terrifyingly akin to death.

Wang Anfeng looked up at the gentle and scholarly Jiangdong hero, who had not made a move up until now, and at the tall swordsman beside him. Though he was never fond of killing, this time he did not hesitate to kill the struggling martial artist with a jolt of his inner strength.

To him, a Seventh Rank Martial Artist was barely a challenge, and then he casually threw the would-be lucky warrior on the ground. He looked around at the suddenly silent siege, and with an elevated hand methodically incapacitated the crowd, loudly proclaiming:

“He came to kill me out of personal pride. Some of you want to kill me for old grievances, some for the righteousness of Jianghu, others to support their friends. I, Wang Anfeng, have never met most of you nor have I interacted with you, but since you seek Wang Tiance’s enemy, then naturally you find him in me!”

“Today, let those who feel wronged seek vengeance! Those who harbor grudges seek retribution! And those who have no grudges but wish to play the hero, come forth! Whatever Wang Tiance did in the past, I, Wang Anfeng will shoulder it all here! This is my word, and it stands today and for all time. Even if one day you come with armies in the thousands to take my head, just come!”

His eyes, like unsheathed swords, swept across those before him. Placing his right hand sword back in the earth and left hand open, he raised an inviting palm as if to invite the Jianghu martial artists to a friendly spar, ready to face hundreds or even thousands of them and said:

“Who today will come to claim Wang Anfeng’s life?”

No one moved.

Wang Anfeng advanced with a smile that seemed as harmless as ever, but then his qi force boiled, resembling a roaring beast, carrying the soaring spirit in his heart as he laughed:

“If you won’t come, then let me do it!”

“If you won’t kill, I’ll start the killing!”

A Fifth Rank Martial Artist, whose blood was nourished by the three thousand-year-old Dragon Blood Ginseng and underpinned by Buddhism’s divine skills to protect the faith, exploded with the momentum borne from countless battles.

Whirlwinds spun backward through heaven and earth.

Wang Anfeng’s hair danced wildly as he lunged forward with a thunderous punch.

“Great winds, rise now!!!”

PS: A double release today… four thousand seven hundred words.