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Chapter 32 1 A Sword in Hand

Upon hearing this, the leading Beggars' Sect disciples exchanged glances, their eyes revealing undisguised killing intent.

"Form ranks! Take down this madman!"

At his command, more than twenty people moved swiftly and intricately, their footwork changing as they formed a formation that completely blocked Russell's escape route.

In an instant, countless shadowy sticks swept down from all sides and above, clearly intending to beat Russell to death.

If you're courting death, then don't blame me.

Russell had no more hesitation. He made a clenching motion with his right hand at his side, and a pale gold card, invisible to others, quietly appeared, then vanished into his palm.

[Character Card - Chen Jinnan Equipped]

As the system notification sounded in his mind, Russell felt his internal energy increase by about 20%, which was better than nothing.

Russell didn't take this to heart. To be honest, Chen Jinnan's martial arts skills were just so-so. What he really valued was the Juque sword in Chen Jinnan's hand, which could cut iron like mud, and his understanding of swordsmanship.

"Clang—"

A clear, melodious sword cry resounded through the night sky, and a fine gold longsword appeared out of thin air in Russell's hand. The sword was covered with dragon patterns, and it was none other than the Giant Sword.

With the Giant Sword in hand, Russell immediately began his killing spree. He spun around, the sword light flashing like a bolt of lightning, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

The disciples who had surrounded them had their staffs snapped in half at the waist, but the sword's momentum had not diminished, slicing across their chests and necks, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Russell continued walking without stopping, stepping through the door and only moving forward.

He doesn't have any special sword skills; his main move is a series of up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A.

Anyone who stood in his way or tried to stop him was cut down by his sword.

Under the cover of night, the Beggars' Sect's Stone Buddha City branch seemed to have transformed into a battlefield of carnage, with blood splattering and shouts of battle rising everywhere.

"You little beast, give me back my brother's life!" With a furious shout, a Beggar Clan disciple with bloodshot eyes swung his staff.

Russell didn't even look, he just waved his sword.

"puff!"

As the sword flashed, a hideous head shot into the sky, blood gushing out like a fountain.

The sword energy, like a sharp blade, drew a circle of death around Russell, like a meat grinder where anyone who entered would be mercilessly slaughtered.

Russell pressed forward, wielding his sword with deadly force. Wherever he went, severed limbs and broken arms littered the ground, and blood soaked the bluestone slabs, forming a shocking, blood-red road, the stench of blood thick and unbearable.

The Beggar Clan disciples who had initially launched a fierce attack were now terrified as more and more fell. The remaining members began to cower and retreat, their eyes gradually filled with fear.

When Russell had fought his way through the front yard and arrived at the open space in the very center of the courtyard, there was no one standing behind him.

The remaining thirty-odd people stood at a distance, their hands holding weapons trembling slightly, and no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Russell stopped, turned the Giant Sword upside down, rested the tip on the ground, placed his hands on the end of the hilt, and breathed slightly.

The continuous high-intensity sword fighting had also greatly depleted his internal energy, and his white clothes were inevitably stained with spots of scarlet, like red plum blossoms in the snow.

"Young hero," a hoarse, slightly trembling voice rang out, "I wonder where my Beggars' Sect has offended you, to provoke such a furious reaction that you have slaughtered so many of my disciples?"

Russell looked up and saw an old man in a brocade robe walking out of the main hall.

He looked to be around sixty years old, with a fair complexion and a short beard. If it weren't for the black iron rod in his hand, he would really look like a wealthy old man.

He stared at the corpses strewn across the courtyard and Russell lying alone in a pool of blood, his eyelids twitching wildly and his heart pounding with fear.

This branch headquarters is strategically located, connecting business between Dali and the Song Dynasty. It is a crucial hub highly valued by the gang, and its defenses are among the strongest of all Beggars' Sect branches in the world.

There were no fewer than fifty disciples who had cultivated internal energy to the fourth level, plus other ordinary disciples of the fifth level and below, totaling more than three hundred, yet this kid in front of us managed to kill our way here.

Looking around now, there are fewer than thirty people still standing, and they are all injured and have lost all morale!

Russell, supporting himself on his sword, looked up at the newcomer: "You're the leader?"

Under Russell's gaze, the old man felt a chill run through his body, and goosebumps rose on his skin like broad beans.

He forced himself to remain calm, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Chen Yuebai, and I am honored to be the leader of this branch. Young hero, your martial arts are superb, and I admire you greatly. But I wonder why my Beggars' Sect has attracted such trouble? If any of my disciples have offended you, I am willing to apologize on their behalf and offer generous gifts, hoping to turn hostility into friendship..."

Russell nodded, interrupting him: "Then that's it."

Chen Yuebai was taken aback: "What?"

"I said," Russell slowly pulled the giant sword from the ground, grinning, "you deserve to die."

The moment he finished speaking, Russell suddenly sprang to his feet.

In an instant, he had already rushed in front of Chen Yuebai, and the Giant Sword slashed down high.

Chen Yuebai's pupils shrank suddenly. He felt a blur before his eyes, and a chilling killing intent rushed towards him!

He had only seen such speed a few years ago at the Beggars' Sect Junshan Conference when he saw the sect leader Qiao Feng display his unparalleled lightness skill!

The shadow of death loomed over him. He had no time to think. Years of life-and-death battles had honed his instincts, and he frantically raised his iron staff to parry.

With a clang, the loud sound of metal clashing against metal made the eardrums of those around them ache.

The Giant Sword struck the Black Iron Staff, sending sparks flying. An unimaginable force slammed into Chen Yuebai's arms, causing him excruciating pain. His hands split open, and he could no longer hold on. The staff flew out of his grasp and crashed to the ground.

Chen Yuebai himself was so shocked that he staggered back seven or eight steps before barely managing to steady himself. His blood and qi surged, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, which he forced down. His face turned deathly pale, and his internal energy was in complete disarray.

Before he could catch his breath, Russell lunged at him again and grabbed him by the neck.

In an instant, Chen Yuebai felt his internal energy, which he had painstakingly cultivated for decades, surge wildly and uncontrollably toward Russell's palm like a flood that had been released from its dam. His meridians felt empty and painful, and the strength in his limbs and bones rapidly dissipated.

This feeling...this feeling...

"Dissolving Power Technique!" Chen Yuebai's eyes bulged as she screamed in terror, "You're a disciple of the Starry Constellation Old Monster! You're from the Starry Constellation Sect!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining Beggar Clan disciples around them turned pale, as if they had seen a ghost.

Is the Xingxiu Sect about to start a war with the Beggars' Sect?

"No! You can't kill me!" Chen Yuebai felt his inner strength rapidly draining away, his life slipping away with it. Fear overwhelmed him, and he screamed hoarsely, "I am the Eight-Bag Elder of the Beggars' Sect! If you kill me, Chief Qiao will never let you go! All the Beggars' Sect disciples under heaven will tear you to pieces!"

Russell sneered, "You're kidding me. If Chief Joe finds out about all the shady things you've been up to, see who he won't let off the hook."