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The setting sun looks like blood, but blood is not the setting sun.

When people are extremely sad, they will be afraid. When they are extremely afraid, they will be angry. When they are extremely angry, they will become a kind of power.

The power of hatred, even death cannot erase this hatred.

But this is not the case.

If Duanmu Huai knew this sentence, he would say that it was just because not enough people died.

Just like now.

The blood-red setting sun shines on the martial arts field, a bright red.

But this is not sunlight, but blood.

Sticky, disgusting, turbid blood.

And corpses.

Corpses that have risked everything.

Duanmu Huai stood there quietly, his body was covered with blood, but none of it was his own. There were corpses under his feet, but they had nothing to do with him.

Because they were all dead.

They were crazy.

Only crazy people would not be afraid of death. They tried everything. They even climbed on Duanmu Huai, hugged his arms, grabbed his legs, and used their teeth, nails, and their own bodies to hinder him, stop him, and kill him.

However, none of this meant anything to Duanmu Huai.

He was like a Terminator robot that had been activated. All he had to do was stand up, swing his fist, lift his foot, and step down.

Then repeat this process until the last moving piece of meat in the square stopped. No one could stop him, not swords, not fists, not feet, not anything, not even Xiao Li Feidao.

Then Duanmu Huai also stopped, as if he was a machine that had finally lost power.

If it continued like this, perhaps this would become the most disturbing legend in the martial arts world, without a doubt.

But unfortunately, there is no if.

Duanmu Huai moved his neck, stretched his waist, and looked at the time.

"One month, five days, and three hours, when will the revenge end? That's all."

However, it might take a few more minutes.

Duanmu Huai raised his legs forward, trampled on the corpses, crossed the square, and then came to the main hall.

There, stood a woman.

A woman without clothes.

A beautiful woman.

"Are you Lin Xian'er?"

Duanmu Huai looked at her, and she looked at him.

The most beautiful woman in the West Wulin, at least that's what everyone calls her, and she once said that she would marry anyone who could kill Duanmu Huai.

She said the same thing when she was the Plum Blossom Thief.

She looked at him with a smile on her face. She would smile when she was afraid, because she knew that no man could refuse her smile, even those who wanted to kill her. Her eyes, her hands, and every part of her body would speak, and even if she just stood there, the man knew what she wanted to say.

She said nothing, because she knew that she didn't need to say anything now. She stood naked in front of Duanmu Huai. She was never shy or timid, because she was confident in herself and no man could refuse her.

Especially when she stood in front of him.

She saw Duanmu Huai looking at her, which made her smile more brilliant, but gradually, her smile began to become stiff, because what she saw in Duanmu Huai's eyes was not the passion and fire she was familiar with, nor the coldness and disregard.

But... doubt.

Doubt?

Yes, doubt.

Then, she heard Duanmu Huai speak.

"The most beautiful woman in the West Wulin, that's it?"

Duanmu Huai was really surprised and confused. He had read the novel and knew that Lin Xian'er was the most beautiful woman in the Wulin. But the book did not describe her appearance, but only said that she was very beautiful and no man could refuse her. Even those who ranked high on the weapon list, those heroes who seemed indifferent to women, knelt under her pomegranate skirt and were willing to give everything for her. Just to win her smile and become her lover. Even those who went to kill her would kneel in front of her and become her slaves after seeing her.

But novels are just words after all, not light novels with illustrations.

So Duanmu Huai has always been curious about how beautiful Lin Xian'er is to be able to fascinate so many heroes.

And after he saw Lin Xian'er, his first thought was... Have the men in the West Wulin never seen women?

Even if the other party stood naked in front of him, Duanmu Huai still felt very surprised.

Lin Xian'er is indeed a beauty, that's true.

But if we talk about the number one beauty, if we talk about the heroes who are willing to die for her, then Duanmu Huai feels a little bit unimaginable.

Or is it simply because of the difference in time?

Duanmu Huai thought about it and felt that this possibility was higher. After all, in the Internet age, there are all kinds of beauties to be seen, whether they have plastic surgery or not, with clothes or without clothes, domestic or foreign. Everyone has seen a lot since childhood, and they are used to it, so they naturally have resistance.

But it's different in this era. Even the heroes who can fly and hide can only access a small area. They may be able to see the beauties here, but it doesn't mean that they can see all the beauties.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai felt a little boring. Originally, when it came to the martial arts world, his only pastime now was to look at those beauties.

But when he saw that Lin Xian'er, who was even fascinated by the top ten masters in the weapon list, was just a beauty of average level, he no longer had any expectations for other legendary martial arts beauties.

It was probably just like Lin Xian'er, all exaggeration, or the subjective feelings of a frog in a well.

Even Lin Xian'er was like this, then it was probably that the beauties in other martial arts circles were just... Oh...

Duanmu Huai sighed silently and turned to leave.

However, his actions ignited Lin Xian'er's anger!

She couldn't believe that he turned around and completely ignored her, treating her like an insignificant thing.

She also heard the words that Duanmu Huai muttered.

That's it?

It is said that if you want to anger a man, these two words are enough.

In fact, it is the same for women.

"You.........!"

Lin Xian'er finally couldn't help it. She reached out and wanted to grab Duanmu Huai, wanting to let him know that she was not in vain.

However, Duanmu Huai didn't care. He didn't even look back. He just slapped him casually.

"Pah!"

Lin Xian'er stopped where she was. Her head turned around her neck five times before she stopped. Her body was in front and her head was behind. Her expression was full of surprise and anger.

Was she surprised that someone dared to slap her?

Or was she angry that someone didn't take her seriously?

But it didn't matter, because now she had become a corpse.

When Duanmu Huai walked out of the hall, the last ray of sunset light had disappeared below the horizon.

The martial arts field was still red, blood red.

Duanmu Huai stepped on the corpse again and walked through the martial arts field to the gate. There were two more people here at this moment.

A white-haired old man was smoking a dry pipe. The pipe flickered in the darkness.

A girl with braids covered her face with her hands. I don't know if she dared to look at the corpse or Duanmu Huai.

Duanmu Huai stopped and glanced at them.

"To die? Or to collect corpses?"

"Neither."

The old man shook his head.

"Just come to take a look."

"Oh."

Duanmu Huai said nothing more and walked straight forward. He walked past the grandfather and grandson and planned to go down the mountain. There were no living people here except them.

"What do you think?"

Just as Duanmu Huai was about to walk down the stairs, the old man spoke again.

"So many people died, what do you think?"

"……………………"

Hearing the old man's question, Duanmu Huai thought for a moment.

"I just wonder, how can Lin Xian'er be so obsessed with so many people?"

"Hehehe..."

The old man chuckled and did not answer, and Duanmu Huai did not expect to get an answer. He shrugged his shoulders and walked straight down the stairs.

The huge body disappeared in the dark night, blending into the shadow, indistinguishable from each other.

Twelve thousand three hundred and forty-five people.

This is the number of corpses left in the martial arts arena.

The Shaolin monks died, and none of the eight thousand disciples survived. The body of Master Xinhu was found at the bottom of the body. He closed his eyes and looked calm.

Shangguan Jinhong died, and so did the men he brought with him. People found his body on the wall of the martial arts arena. He was embedded in the thick stone wall, and people couldn't even get him out. His expression before he died was so surprised, confused, and surprised, as if he didn't believe he would die.

Long Xiaoyun died, died in a corner, silently, he was crushed to death. When people found him, he was facing away from the martial arts arena, as if he wanted to escape. But the giant Buddha several meters high on the martial arts arena fell on him, leaving only half of his body.

Lin Shiyin died, and her hands were still open before she died. The face of the original beauty was hideous and resentful, and her hands were like claws, trying to grab something tightly. But she didn't grab anything, she just mixed in the crowd and became a corpse.

Li Xunhuan also died. He died beside Lin Shiyin. The flying knife in his hand disappeared without a trace. His eyes were closed tightly, in pain and peace.

In addition, many people died. Some had their heads blown up, some were split in two, some were torn in half, and some were smashed into meat paste.

There were men, women, old and young.

But they were all dead.

No one came to collect the bodies, because the people who could collect their bodies were also dead.

Therefore, the government had to send people to collect the bodies, because there were too many dead people and the deaths were too tragic. The whole body covered the martial arts field of Shaolin Temple, as if it had become a thick meat pad. Those yamen runners who went to collect the bodies vomited, and many of them were even in a trance. Some people went crazy after that.

The once bustling West Shaolin Temple became a dead place after that. No one went there, and no one dared to go there. Those people said that the man was not a human being. He dared to kill people in front of the Buddha statue, and even used the Buddha statue to kill people. It seemed that there was nothing he dared not do in this world, and there was no one he could not kill.

“……………So, after that, he left Xiwulin.”

Mr. Sun tapped his pipe and took a puff of cigarette.

“Grandpa, where did he go?”

“He said he was going to go around. Anyway, no one dared to bother him now…”

Mr. Sun smiled bitterly.

"Of course, no matter who it is, after knowing that he has killed more than 10,000 Jianghu people with his bare hands, they will stay away from him and don't want to provoke him."

"But, maybe someone will try to use him."

The girl with pigtails' eyes lit up.

"He is famous now. All over the world, all the major Wuzhou know his new name... the Immortal Killing God. Maybe someone will try to use him to achieve their own goals."

"If you are a truly smart person, you won't do that."

Old Master Sun shook his head.

"Anyone who uses him will die. Unless they hide forever and never show up again. But... they will never tolerate this ending."

Hiding forever and never showing up again is actually not much different from death.

"He is like a mountain. As long as you avoid him, nothing will happen. But if you insist on touching him, you will only get a bloody head."

"But isn't there a legend about Yugong moving the mountain?"

"It is true."

Hearing his granddaughter's question, Mr. Sun laughed.

"Then the question is...how many of Yugong's descendants did he sacrifice in order to dig open that mountain?"