Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 13 - : Dying with Eyes Open

Inside a spacious hall, a man in red sat at the forefront. He appeared clean and refined, not at all like the gang leader of a local faction, but rather a graceful gentleman.

However, his right hand was large and thick, with its back covered in black hair stiff as steel needles, giving off a strong oppressive vibe.

Below him, several of the gang's elite members were accompanying him with drinks.

Apart from one old scholar holding a pen, the rest also had exceptionally thick right hands, resembling bear paws.

"The gang leader is over there," a guiding gang member said to Duan Yun.

"Thank you."

As Duan Yun spoke, he covered his face with a mask.

Seeing this, the guiding gang member was surprised and thought to himself, "Has the gang leader's illness become so severe? Even the doctor has to wear a mask, could it be contagious?"

With that thought, he quickly slipped away.

In reality, Duan Yun had already disguised himself before coming here. Now with the mask on and the sky darkening, it was even harder to trace his identity.

Yue Langlang, the gang leader of the Xuanxiong Gang, was drinking and discussing gang affairs with a few high-ranking members.

Yue Langlang had reached his position today not only because his Xuanxiong Palm had achieved the Transformation Realm, but also because he was reflective.

He reflected whether his members worked hard enough, whether they collected enough protection fees, and if not, how to make up for it.

At that moment, a young man walked in, his face covered with a gray cloth mask painted with a crescent moon, giving off a sinister smile.

"Are you the Xuanxiong Gang leader?" the newcomer asked.

Yue Langlang was stunned and asked, "Who are you?"

Without another word, Duan Yun raised his hand and pointed—a jab!

A silvery-white Sword Qi shot out from his fingertip, piercing through the abdomen of Yue Langlang, who was four meters away.

Yue Langlang looked down at the bloody hole in his abdomen, the wine glass fell to the ground, and only then did he let out a wail of agony.

He had been wary at first but hadn't expected his assailant to penetrate him from such a distance.

As the gang leader of the Xuanxiong Gang, having roamed Lishui Town for many years, Yue Langlang had survived several assassination attempts and even mastered catching hidden weapons barehanded.

But this, he couldn't catch.

It was too fast!

And it wasn't even considered a hidden weapon.

Who could kill with a beam of light shot from their fingers?

Several gang members, initially drunk, were jolted awake by their leader's agonizing scream.

Struggling while clutching his wound, Yue Langlang asked in panic, "I have never crossed paths with you, sir. Why do you want to kill me?"

"Your protection fees are unreasonable."

"What???"

Yue Langlang even doubted if there was something wrong with his ears.

With a swish, another Jade Sword Finger shot out.

Yue Langlang dodged fiercely; the Sword Qi meant for his chest hit his shoulder instead, splashing a streak of blood.

"Ah!"

Yue Langlang roared angrily, his right hand's bear paw's black hairs stood on end like steel needles, followed by a pound downward.

Yet, during the pounding motion, his belly got struck by another Sword Qi.

In Duan Yun's eyes, it was because the skill had too long of a start-up.

With a boom, the bear paw crashed down.

The table and the floor shattered, splinters and pebbles shot out like a fierce storm.

With a buzz, Duan Yun drew a cleaver from his medical box and executed a sweeping strike.

The Water Moon Sword Energy, like a crescent moon, cleaved through the incoming debris toward Yue Langlang, who was trying to escape through a window.

Yue Langlang was diving towards the window to break out, but then, he felt a silver-white Sword Qi like a crescent moon coming at him, hurriedly raising his hand to block.

With a snap, his arm was slashed open, creating a deep gash down to the bone, and his diving body was forced to change direction, smashing heavily against the wall and falling to the ground.

At this point, Duan Yun didn't look back and responded with two fingers.

Two rushing "bear children" suddenly clutched their necks and dropped to their knees.

Seeing this, several elite members of the Xuanxiong Gang, with their childlike ferocity quickly fading from their eyes, hurriedly backed away in fear.

"Ah!"

Yue Langlang struggled to stand up, only to be hit by another sword finger at his waist.

"Why?" he couldn't help but ask again.

"I've already told you, your protection fees are unreasonable," Duan Yun repeated.

With a swish, blood splattered.

This time, it was the throat.

Yue Langlang, clothed in red, never understood why he was killed until his death.

"Because of the unreasonable protection fee?"

"Where is the protection fee unreasonable!"

The remaining gang members inside the room had already peed their pants out of fear. Those close to the door tried to escape, only to hear a loud bang as the doorway was blown apart by a blast of Jade Sword Finger Energy, sending splinters flying everywhere.

Everyone was so scared that they lay on the ground, holding their heads, daring not to make any sudden moves.

"Hero, please spare our lives."

"Mighty one, please spare our lives."

"Hero, please spare us!"

Such a scene reminded Duan Yun of a police and robber movie set.

This Xuanxiong Gang is too weak.

Dare to kill people at will and charge such a high protection fee for this sort of trash?

Duan Yun pinched his sword finger and sat down, saying, "It is said that your cultivation technique becomes harder to control your temper the more you practice it."

"No! No!"

One of the elite members of the Xuanxiong Gang denied.

With a swish, his voice abruptly stopped as his forehead was pierced by the Sword Qi.

"Liar," Duan Yun said indifferently.

"It's true, it's true!" the remaining people hurriedly told the truth.

Then again, grunting, one of the elites clutched his pierced neck, eyes wide open, and fell to the ground dead.

"If you can't change, then there's no need for you to live," Duan Yun said again.

"Bastard, I'm going to fight you!"

One of the tyrants, used to bullying and killing, could not bear it and roared as he charged at Duan Yun.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a madman, filled with an imposing aura.

A Sword Qi directly pierced through his throat.

He clutched his neck, his face showing pain and fierceness as he looked at Duan Yun.

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He was so full of hatred!

He used to be the one who bullied and killed others, and nobody dared even to fart in front of him; anyone who did was beaten to death by him.

But now!

He was so full of hatred!

The man clutched his neck and died amidst intense hatred and suffocation.

His eyes were wide open, even in death.

Duan Yun turned to the last person in the room.

"Ah!"

A terrible scream arose as this Xuanxiong Gang member chopped off his own right palm with a knife, painfully saying, "This way, my energy will disperse, and I won't lose my temper anymore!"

"Really!"

Duan Yun lowered his raised finger.

He had noticed earlier that this old scribe's palm was the thinnest here, probably also the least proficient in his cultivation.

Unable to help himself, Duan Yun asked, "Well, tell me, is the protection fee your Xuanxiong Gang charges reasonable?"

"No, not reasonable!"

"Why charge if it's unreasonable?"

"It's the Gang Leader and the County Master who wanted us to collect it! I didn't want to! I was kidnapped by them initially!"

"I used to be a scholar too, I had no choice."

The old scribe spoke with a trembling voice, his body shaking due to extreme pain.

"The County Master too? Evidence," Duan Yun questioned.

"Hero, I am the accountant. The protection fee is split seventy-thirty, the County Magistrate takes seventy percent."

"Really? Take me to see the account books," Duan Yun said.

"Gang Leader! Gang Leader! Damn it, Chen Laoer and the others have been killed by some son of a bitch! They've got several holes in them!"

A burly man with two others rushed in, then stiffened on the spot.

The three saw the Gang Leader, but he was already dead with eyes wide open, his body no less punctured than Chen Laoer's.

The newcomers looked at the room full of corpses, then at the accountant with the severed palm and the masked Duan Yun, stammering, "Is this a bad time for me to arrive?"

"No, you've arrived just at the right time."

As soon as Duan Yun finished speaking, the newcomer's head was penetrated by the Sword Qi.

Duan Yun recognized this person; he was the one who had said "What are you looking at!" during the day.

Such is fate, indescribably marvelous.