The Exiled Swordsman

Bugh...

Bugh...

Bugh...

 

"Get up! You useless young man!"

 

"Mercy, uncle teacher! Give me one chance to defend this sect; I've gone through a lot to establish this sect, teacher!"

 

Bugh...

Braggg...

 

"Destroy! Destroy this sect! Don't let them live in peace; if possible, expel that young man from Huanyian City!" The shouts of the entire local community drove them away.

 

"Destroy that martial arts warehouse! Destroy the Zheming sect!" The teacher's uncle shouted so loudly.

 

"Don't...!"

 

Xiang Zhe could only resign himself to seeing the martial arts warehouse that he had worked so hard to build now being destroyed by the local people. They wanted to replace the Zheming Sect with the Beiyuan Sect as the leader of Huanyian City.

 

Xiang Zhe was unable to stop the reckless actions of the people and troops from the Beiyuan sect; they not only dispersed the Zheming sect members, but the entire martial arts warehouse building was now reduced to rubble. It was heartbreaking to see hard work destroyed in the blink of an eye, shattering all of Xiang Zhe's hopes and dreams.

 

"Get this trashy young man out of here! Don't let that strange swordsman stay, because we don't want Huanyian City to be tainted by his presence!" Shouts of expulsion filled Xiang Zhe's ears.

 

His patience had run out, and his anger peaked. Xiang Zhe pulled a sword from under his robe, and in one fell swoop, he slashed three Beiyuan sect members' hands off.

 

Suddenly, the action made them cheer in shock. The entire Beiyuan sect gathered to make a retaliatory attack on Xiang Zhe.

 

"How dare you hurt my members? Have you never experienced a seizure without touch?!" Liangyuan asked, holding back his anger.

 

"You guys saw for yourselves how upright the young man who is the leader of this city is. What will happen if he continues to rule here? Will one by one the people be definitely eliminated by this young king of hearts?"

 

"All this time, we thought that you were a responsible and kind young man. We believed that you were the protector of this city, but what is the truth? We have wrongly entrusted our children to you."

 

"It's only right that the Zheming sect be disbanded and that young man be banished from the city!" The people said:.

 

Suddenly, those who heard this shouted their approval. The push for Xiang Zhe's expulsion grew stronger, making Liangyuan smile with satisfaction.

 

"The truth will definitely come out! Whoever hurts will be hurt; we'll see who wins!" Xiang Zhe casually shrieked while wiping the blood off his sword.

 

"Insolent! Finish him off! Don't let murderers live!"

 

The entire army charged at Xiang Zhe, many relying on their weapons. The sheer number of opponents compared to one person made Xiang Zhe feel a bit difficult to control the situation, but the great thing about his ancestral sword was that it gave off a mysterious energy that made it great.

 

His energy became more and more uncontrollable as time passed, not caring about anyone's life. He wiped out all the troops and people in Huanyian City. There was almost nothing left. His anger is getting blind; he has dark eyes and a dark heart. The pain in his heart made him heartless towards his fellow humans.

 

Sringg...

Sring...

Sraggg....

 

His extraordinary swordplay took all the lives of the townspeople who had gathered to chase him away. Until the last attack ended up hitting Liangyuan, the first attack hit the chest, and the second attack paralyzed the neck, piercing the vein, leaving fresh blood fountaining so heavily that the young man collapsed to the ground in the middle of a swarm of corpses.

 

"My reply to all of you who have destroyed the sect that I worked so hard to build. Building the trust of others and convincing them that I was capable of being a good leader. But in the blink of an eye, you destroyed all of my hard work; you deserve all of this!" He said as he stuck the sword into one of the oldest people in Huanyian City.

 

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Braakkk...

Braakkk...

 

"Aarrgghtt...!"

 

"There's nothing to save; they're so intent on destroying my martial arsenal."

 

Xiang Zhe stared disappointedly at the reflection in the mirror. His face was bruised, and sharp object cuts dotted his face. With a sharp gaze full of hatred, Xiang Zhe's life is really messed up right now.

 

"The martial arts warehouse has been destroyed by the Zheming sect. The dream that was briefly realized is that there is nothing I can hope for in this world but to perish along with my hard work and dreams." Xiang Zhe said as he drove the sixth nail into his right chest.

 

Just as Xiang Zhe was about to drive in the seventh nail, two warriors shouted from outside to fend off Xiang Zhe's hands. Suddenly, it made him instantly fall silent with a blank look.

 

"Uncle teacher, please don't do that!"

 

"If you've only come to organize me, you'd better get out of here right now!" Xiang Zhe said it coldly.

 

The two warriors grabbed both of Xiang Zhe's hands, begging him not to continue the action.

 

"Uncle I beg you to stop; let's continue this fight; we will be loyal servants of Uncle Master Xiang," he said.

 

"Where are you hiding? Why don't you die with them?"

 

"Our uncle-"

 

Sring.

 

The two of them swallowed hard as a sharp sword came out of its place. The sword that had taken the lives of all the residents of Huanyian city.

 

"Build a new sect if you want, but I swear to my death that I will not continue my struggle here. I will still leave this city because it is your wish!" He was firm and cold.

 

"Now that they are gone, we continue this struggle, uncle. No one has the right to disturb us; please do not disband this sect. I will go with you wherever you go," he said pleadingly.

 

Xiang Zhe smiled fiercely. "Why continue this sect? They're gone; who are you going to lead?"

 

"What a waste of time!" Xiang Zhe said as he got up from his seat.

 

Xiang Zhe walked away, leaving the two warriors behind. He also carried the seventh nail that was kept in the red bag. Before walking away, he hid the sword in the container behind his back. He passed by the corpses that were scattered in front of the destroyed martial arts warehouse. He looked intently at the city that had been destroyed along with its inhabitants, the hurt and resentment still burning inside.

 

"This city has perished in my hands. My struggle in this city is over. I will continue my life by traveling. Fight to be free from this curse!" He said.

 

But a few steps away, a swarm of swords suddenly confronted him. The slightest movement, and he would have been impaled by the sharp objects.

 

"A murderer doesn't deserve to go unaccounted for!"

 

"I give up my life for you!"

 

Continued...