Legend of Sword King

"They've already gone to hell. Now you can go down and meet them."    

After Cheng Qing finished his sentence, with a flick of his hand, the Heaven Lake Sword flew past his throat.    

After dragging the two corpses to a secluded place, Cheng Qing quietly hid himself in the shadows and followed the edge of the house into the village.    

In the center of the house, there were lights on. In the middle of the house, there was a rather large courtyard. It was obvious that the original owner had come from a rich family.    

From a hundred steps away, Cheng Qing climbed up to the roof of a house. Hiding behind the eaves, he looked out at the yard.    

There were a few people standing guard outside the yard, patrolling the area. A bonfire was burning in the yard, and most of the wolves were surrounding the bonfire, roasting mutton. Laughter and conversation could be heard from time to time.    

Cheng Qing's eyes turned cold. It seemed like this was the place where the wolves were gathered. Light shone from the house, and the shadow of a person was projected on the window. There were people walking about inside, and from time to time, there were sounds of whips lashing and screams of misery. It was the voice of a man.    

Cheng Qing frowned as he looked around. There were two in the courtyard at the third level of the Xumi Stage, but he didn't see the fourth level of the Xumi Stage cultivator. He reckoned that he was in the house.    

Seeing this, Cheng Qing didn't hesitate any longer. He took out the Essence Crossbow and drew a black and silver Origin Energy arrow on the crossbow, carefully placing it on the crossbow.    

Essence energy activated the crossbow array, ready to strike. He turned around and raised his heavy sword, aiming at one of the third level Sumeru Realm martial artists.    

The other party was talking loudly with someone beside him. A cold smile appeared on Cheng Qing's face as he pulled the trigger. In the dull sound of the string moving, all that was left in Cheng Qing's field of vision was to fly out, surrounded by green arrows.    

The night sky became the best cover, and the faint glow of the crossbow arrows created a sharp trail that cut through the quiet night sky.    

As if feeling the strangeness and danger, the Sumeru Stage Third Stage wolfwalker lifted his head to look in Cheng Qing's direction. However, what welcomed him was the incoming crossbow arrows.    

Cheng Qing saw his terrified face and didn't have time to react. He didn't even have time to scream before the Essence filled arrow pierced his chest and shot him to the ground.    

Cheng Qing didn't spare him another glance. He turned and left the rooftop, once again disappearing into the darkness.    

"Batu, how are you?" In an instant, the courtyard was filled with commotion as all the wolfmen dispersed. Another third level Sumeru Realm cultivator hurriedly rushed to the side of the wolfman who had been shot and helped him up.    

However, the other party's pupils had already dilated and he was having difficulty breathing. The Essence Arrow pierced through his chest, leaving behind a terrifying deep hole as blood continued to gush out.    

The third level Xumi Stage wolfwalker let out an earth-shaking howl of rage. He looked towards the direction the crossbow was shot from and saw that there was nothing there. However, five or six wolfwalkers had already surrounded the area.    

"What's the matter, Doucha?" A skinny man walked out from the room. His body emitted a strong pressure and he had a face full of displeasure. He was the leader of this group, a fourth level Xumi Stage Centurion, Warwick.    

When Warwick saw the dead Batu and the crossbow that was stabbed into the ground, his face sank. He opened his mouth and let out a low roar, "Damned Essence Crossbow, damnable Western Lurker! They would pay a price they couldn't afford to pay for their reckless actions! Don't tell me you didn't see the attacker! "