67: Chapter 67 Only One Sword

"Someone from the Heavenly Sword Sect?!"

"You dare to barge into Black Wind Stronghold all by yourself and kill my men? Are you not afraid of death?!"

He truly could not understand how an Outer Sect Disciple who had just reached Qi Refining Stage 7 dared to break into Black Wind Stronghold alone.

Was this person not afraid of death?

Facing Zhou Hu's towering rage, Hu Nan only slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Hu with calmness.

That look held no fear, only confidence, as if Zhou Hu were nothing more than fish on a chopping block in his eyes, incapable of stirring up even the slightest ripple.

A moment later, Hu Nan spoke: "Why should I be afraid? To kill you, I only need one sword."

"What?!"

This sentence exploded in the great hall like a thunderclap.

Zhou Hu's expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

He stared fixedly at Hu Nan, his eyes filled with towering hatred and mockery: "Good! A very arrogant little brat! A Qi Refining Stage 7, and you dare to speak such nonsense, claiming you can kill me in one sword strike? Today, I want to see how you take my dog life with one sword!"

Before his voice had even faded, Zhou Hu could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. Spiritual Qi erupted from beneath his feet, and his figure shot toward Hu Nan like an arrow released from a bowstring.

The black wind sword in his hand was infused with Spiritual Qi, and the sharp black Sword Qi surged several feet. On the blade, a fierce and vicious Aura was fully displayed. The power of a High Grade Magical Artifact was utilized to its limit, carrying an earth-shattering Aura as it bore down directly on Hu Nan's face.

He wanted to kill this arrogant Cultivator with his own hands, tear him into ten thousand pieces, let all his underlings see the consequences of provoking him, Zhou Hu, and wash away the humiliation he had suffered today!

The many underlings on both sides of the great hall also regained their senses at this moment. The look of terror on their faces gradually faded, replaced by thick mockery and disdain.

"Hahaha! Is this brat crazy? He actually dared to say he would kill the Chief with one sword? He truly doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Exactly! The Chief has the cultivation of Qi Refining Stage 7 and is holding a High Grade Magical Artifact sword. Let alone killing the Chief in one sword, even if the Chief stood here without moving, he couldn't harm the Chief in the slightest!"

"I think this kid has stayed in the Heavenly Sword Sect too long and doesn't know his own weight. Today, he will definitely die under the Chief's black wind sword, leaving no bones behind!"

"Just wait and see. It won't take even one Move before this kid has his heart pierced by the Chief's sword, making him pay the price for his arrogance!"

The underlings spoke one after another, their mocking words endless, their eyes filled with contempt.

In their view, although Hu Nan was formidable, he could not possibly be a match for the Chief, Zhou Hu.

Zhou Hu's figure was like an arrow, charging out while holding the black wind sword. The sharp black Sword Qi surged several feet, bearing down on Hu Nan's face. His eyes were filled with towering killing intent, vowing to tear this arrogant person into ten thousand pieces.

Facing the charging Zhou Hu, Hu Nan's expression remained calm and waveless, without the slightest intention of dodging.

His wrist holding the blood-stained longsword moved slightly, and the Spiritual Qi around his body surged suddenly. The power of the [Sword Heart Clarity] trait was instantly activated, and a faint golden Spiritual Qi completely wrapped and intertwined around the blade.

With no superfluous Moves and no earth-shattering buildup, Hu Nan simply swung his sword gently.

The movement was calm and unhurried, appearing plain and unremarkable, yet it contained extreme precision and power.

As the longsword swung, a condensed golden Sword Qi suddenly erupted from the blade, moving as fast as lightning, instantly meeting the charging Zhou Hu.

Zhou Hu's pupils constricted sharply, and the killing intent on his face was instantly replaced by unbelievable shock.

He could clearly feel that the power contained in this golden Sword Qi far exceeded his imagination, even causing fear to arise in his heart. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

The Speed of the golden Sword Qi was too fast, so fast that he could not make any defensive posture at all.

"Puchi—" A crisp sound of a sharp blade entering flesh rang out, drowning out all other noises in the great hall.

The golden Sword Qi penetrated Zhou Hu's Spiritual Qi barrier without any obstruction, bypassed the black wind sword in his hand, and struck him directly in the waist. The force was so strong that it instantly cut him in half at the waist.

Zhou Hu's body was split in two at the waist. His upper body still maintained the charging posture, his eyes unfocused, and rage and shock still lingered on his face. He wanted to say something, but only let out a few weak gasps, unable to even scream.

In the next second, Zhou Hu's upper and lower body fell heavily to the ground, making a dull thud. The Spiritual Qi fluctuations around his body instantly dissipated, and he was completely without breath.

That High Grade black wind sword also slipped from his hand, falling to the ground with a "clatter."

One sword! Just one sword!

Hu Nan stood where he was, not even lifting an eyelid, as if that earth-shattering strike just now had not been unleashed by him at all.

The great hall instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Those underlings who had been mocking and jeering had the smiles on their faces instantly freeze, as if they had been hit by a binding spell. They all widened their eyes, their mouths open wide enough to fit a fist.

Their eyes were filled with unbelievable terror and shock, and the mockery and disdain on their faces were instantly replaced by extreme fear. Their complexions turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

"Ho...how is this possible?!"

"How was the Chief killed just like that!"

The many underlings trembled all over, their voices hoarse with thick fear, almost crying as they shouted. The weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a "clatter," and they could no longer hold onto them.

They never imagined that the invincible-seeming Chief in their eyes would actually be killed in one sword strike by someone.

They finally understood that Hu Nan's remark about "killing in one sword" was never arrogant talk, but the confidence of true strength!

Many low-cultivation underlings were so scared by the scene before them that their legs went weak. With a "thud," they knelt on the ground, trembling all over, teeth chattering, not even having the courage to look up at Hu Nan.

Those underlings with slightly higher cultivation also retreated one after another, their faces full of terror and wariness, their eyes filled with despair.

The Chief was dead; their greatest backer was gone. Now, only by fleeing this place could they have a glimmer of hope for survival.

Seeing some people fleeing, many bandits rushed toward the outside.

Hu Nan stood where he was and did not pursue them.

Because just a moment ago, Qin Changsheng had already sensed a powerful Pressure descending upon Black Wind Stronghold through his Divine Sense.

Hu Nan bent down and first picked up the black wind sword. It felt slightly cool to the touch, and the blade was heavy. Even though it was stained with blood, he could clearly feel the rich Spiritual Qi contained within it.

Hu Nan gently wiped the blood off the blade, and the sword instantly returned to its lustrous sheen, with black Spiritual Qi faintly circulating.

Immediately after, he reached out and took the Storage Pouch from Zhou Hu's waist, discovering that it contained at least over a hundred Spirit Stones.

After obtaining these two treasures, Hu Nan didn't even think about it and directly put them into his Storage Space.

"Boom!" At the very moment Hu Nan put away the black wind sword, a series of screams came from outside the great hall.

Immediately following, one black figure after another flew backward from outside the door like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily onto the bluestone floor with a dull thud.

These people were all the bandits who had just fled.

Their eyes were unfocused, their life force instantly dissipated without a trace, and they didn't even struggle. Clearly, they had been heavily injured by a single strike and died on the spot.

In a mere instant, all those fleeing underlings had fallen inside the great hall, none surviving.

Hu Nan's gaze also turned toward the outside of the great hall.

He saw several black figures slowly walking in from outside at this moment.

The person leading them was none other than Manager Ma Yingjie.