Unrestricted Dao Lord

Danger!

Many people’s hearts jumped when they saw Qiu Qianjun’s strike.

Qiu Qianjun was truly sinister.

As onlookers, they saw everything clearly.

Zhang Su was single-handedly fighting nine Inner Force Martial Artists and was even managing to suppress them.

But the moment Zhang Su’s Inner Strength seemed to falter and a slight opening appeared, Qiu Qianjun had struck decisively.

This strike had been long in the making—it was fast, precise, and ruthless!

It seemed he had been waiting for this very moment.

Facing Qiu Qianjun’s terrifying strike, Zhang Su’s eyes narrowed slightly.

’Finally... he’s here!’

Zhang Su wasn’t flustered at all; it was as if he had anticipated this.

He had long since noticed Qiu Qianjun waiting on the sidelines for an opportunity, searching for a flaw in his defense.

’Since Qiu Qianjun is so determined to find an opening, I’ll just give him one!’

Just now, Zhang Su’s appearance of being unable to sustain his Inner Strength was, in fact, an act.

’I’m cultivating Three Supreme Divine Skills simultaneously. How could my Inner Strength be anything but profound?’

Of course, he wouldn’t fail to hold out for such a short time.

Seeing Qiu Qianjun charge in with his blade, Zhang Su—who moments ago had looked exhausted, his Inner Strength seemingly failing—suddenly thrust his sword backhanded, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

The Cold Frost Sword transformed into a dazzling flash of light, from which the sound of wind and thunder emanated.

Zhang Su actually met speed with speed, launching a direct attack on Qiu Qianjun.

’You deliberately showed an opening to lure me in?’

Qiu Qianjun’s heart tightened.

He understood immediately, but it was too late.

Zhang Su’s sword was aimed squarely at Qiu Qianjun, and its speed was so great that Qiu Qianjun had no way to dodge.

"If you want me dead, you’re coming with me!"

Qiu Qianjun let out a low roar, his expression growing more ferocious.

Zhang Su’s terrifying sword thrust had put Qiu Qianjun in a crisis, but it only served to unleash his savage nature.

It was too late to withdraw his blade now.

Qiu Qianjun actually let go, instantly releasing the hilt and letting the blade fall to the ground.

His right hand, however, shot out and grabbed at Zhang Su’s Cold Frost Sword.

SQUELCH.

The sharp Cold Frost Sword instantly sliced open his palm.

In an instant, Qiu Qianjun’s palm was dripping with blood.

Despite the excruciating pain, Qiu Qianjun didn’t make a sound. Instead, he lunged forward and thrust his left palm at Zhang Su.

Because they were so close, Zhang Su couldn’t dodge either.

Qiu Qianjun was known in the Jianghu as the Blood Slaughterer precisely because he excelled at Palm Techniques, having achieved Mastery with his Great Stone-Smashing Palm.

Combined with his rather insidious Yin Evil Force, even famous Inner Force masters in the Jianghu had suffered greatly when trading palms with him.

Qiu Qianjun was now going for broke, trading an injury for a life. He was willing to sacrifice a hand to kill Zhang Su with his Great Stone-Smashing Palm.

’Palm Technique? I know that too!’

A sharp glint flashed in Zhang Su’s eyes.

He had practiced so many Martial Techniques; of course Palm Technique was among them.

Similarly, Zhang Su also struck out with his left palm.

They were about to clash head-on, palm against palm.

A flicker of joy appeared in Qiu Qianjun’s heart.

’A palm strike?’

’I’m not afraid of that!’

In fact, he was hoping Zhang Su would clash with him head-on, palm to palm.

After all, he was an Inner Force Martial Artist, capable of unleashing formidable Inner Force.

’Inner Force against Outer Force—the advantage is mine!’

Zhang Su was just an Outer Force Martial Artist. What could he possibly use to fight against his Inner Force?

Therefore, if Zhang Su met his palm strike, he was sure to die!

In an instant, their palms met.

Zhang Su could even see the look of delight in Qiu Qianjun’s eyes.

He, of course, understood why Qiu Qianjun was so pleased.

’But who said I only have Outer Force?’

’I have Inner Force, too!’

He was practicing the Pure Yang Nine Combinations Divine Skill, cultivating three Divine Techniques at once, and had already reached the Small Trifusion Realm.

With Three Forces Unite, he could also produce Inner Force.

The moment Zhang Su’s palm touched Qiu Qianjun’s, a needle-like Inner Force erupted from both of them.

Qiu Qianjun’s Yin Evil Force was Extreme Yin and pliable, insidious and vicious.

Zhang Su’s Little Three Yang Power was Extreme Yang and unyielding, violent beyond compare.

The two types of Inner Force were like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

"Aaaargh..."

The next moment, Qiu Qianjun let out a bloodcurdling scream.

His palm was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, and his entire left arm hung limply at his side.

Clearly, Zhang Su’s Little Three Yang Power was superior!

Zhang Su was not surprised.

How could the Inner Force cultivated by a mere Jianghu Martial Artist possibly compare to the Little Three Yang Power of the Small Trifusion, the Three Forces Unite from the Pure Yang Nine Combinations Divine Skill?

This clash decided not only who was superior, but also who would live and who would die!

Without a moment’s pause, Zhang Su drew the Cold Frost Sword with his right hand, closed the distance, and lightly slashed it across Qiu Qianjun’s throat.

SQUELCH.

Qiu Qianjun’s eyes widened in an instant.

A deep, bloody gash appeared on his throat.

It was useless, even though he desperately clutched his throat with his right hand.

He could only watch helplessly as blood gushed out.

With a THUD, his body collapsed to the ground.

Qiu Qianjun was dead!

"Boss..."

Seeing Qiu Qianjun die, the remaining nine men were filled with grief and rage.

But before they could even react, Zhang Su was already charging toward them, sword in hand.

Instantly, the air was once again filled with a sky full of sword-shadows, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

Although these nine men were also Inner Force Martial Artists.

They were not Qiu Qianjun.

Their strength was not as great.

Zhang Su didn’t even need to use Inner Force to deal with them.

On top of that, Qiu Qianjun’s death had sent them into a momentary daze.

And so, for Zhang Su, the rest of the battle was practically a harvest.

SWISH SWISH SWISH.

With each swing of Zhang Su’s Cold Frost Sword.

All nine Inner Force Martial Artists had their throats slit by Zhang Su’s sword!

Not a single one escaped!

But it wasn’t over yet.

In a hidden corner of the old mansion, three figures could be seen faintly, their eyes filled with terror.

’Our ten brothers... they’re all dead?’

’How much time has passed?’

’Three breaths? Or five?’

’Ten Inner Force Martial Artists ganging up on one Outer Force Martial Artist, and they were the ones who got killed?’

Even their boss, the "Blood Slaughterer" Qiu Qianjun, was dead.

They had hidden themselves with the intention of stopping Zhang Su from escaping.

In their boss Qiu Qianjun’s original plan, ten brothers would have been more than enough.

If, by some chance, Zhang Su tried to flee, they were to step in and stop him.

But now it seemed their boss was wrong. All of them were wrong.

Forget just ten brothers attacking; even if all thirteen of the Blood Slaughter Thirteen Riders had attacked together, the result would likely have been the same.

They would all die!

They had lost all will to fight and wanted to flee the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion.

But Zhang Su’s senses were sharp.

If they hadn’t moved, it would have been difficult for Zhang Su to notice them.

But the moment they did, he detected them.

And so, Zhang Su executed a Body Technique and swiftly gave chase.

WHOOSH.

A flash of sword light, and a bloody line appeared on each of the three men’s necks.

The three men were dead!

Zhang Su killed the three Inner Force Martial Artists as easily as slaughtering chickens—cleanly, efficiently, and without a hint of hesitation.

SNAP.

Zhang Su glanced at the thirteen corpses on the ground, then sheathed his sword.

At that moment, everyone fell silent.

This was the Blood Slaughter Thirteen Riders, every one of them an Inner Force master.

When the thirteen of them joined forces, they were said to be invincible among Inner Force Martial Artists!

And yet, they were dead.

All of them, dead at Zhang Su’s hand.

With just one man and one sword, in less than ten breaths, Zhang Su had annihilated the entire Blood Slaughter Thirteen Riders!

What kind of power was this?

The key was, Zhang Su was supposedly just an Outer Force Martial Artist!

The gazes of the young Martial Artists like Li Wushi and Li Xiaoman were filled with excitement as they looked at Zhang Su.

That Treasure Sword.

Those white robes.

When he struck, his sword light was like lightning, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

Zhang Su fulfilled all their fantasies of a Jianghu master!

Meanwhile, the old veterans of the Jianghu like Sun Lie, Master Tie, and Hero Wen were all silent.

On the surface, they appeared calm, but inside, their minds were reeling as if struck by a tidal wave.

Although they had long heard that when Major Sect Disciples entered the Jianghu, they were often invincible within their own Realm.

But hearing about it was nothing like seeing it for themselves.

No amount of rumors could compare to witnessing it with their own eyes.

And now, they had witnessed it firsthand.

Zhang Su fighting one against ten, slaying the Blood Slaughter Thirteen Riders—it was more shocking than any rumor!

"Second Brother..."

Just then, Zhang Chen came to Zhang Su’s side.

"Someone just recognized these thirteen thugs. They said they only entered the city a few days ago and went straight to the Wei Family."

"The Wei Family..."

Zhang Su’s eyes narrowed slightly.

At this moment, his killing intent was so thick it felt tangible!