"When——"

  "Hah!"

  The hidden projectile flew out of the sedan chair and pierced through the sword, entering Wang Da Xia's chest without even a single drop of blood splashing out.

  The crowd behind watched as Wang Da Xia suddenly stopped his body about ten steps away from the sedan chair, and then, as if he had been 'sucked' out of his bones, he fell down abruptly.

  The long sword in his hand fell to the ground and bounced once.

  Right after that, Wang Da Xia's body suddenly shook violently. They clearly saw the explosion at his chest from behind his prone body, blood splashing everywhere. Even these martial artists who had experienced many life-and-death situations took a step back, their eyes fixed on Leng Ye with terror.

  "You! You! You actually killed my senior brother! I'm going to kill you to avenge my senior brother!" A young man in the crowd, who looked like he was still in his youth, saw Wang Da Xia fall to the ground with blood flowing out and staining a large area before suddenly regaining consciousness. He drew out the sword from his waist and was about to rush over to fight to the death.

  "Hey!" The people beside him hastily pulled him back, anxious in their hearts. Indeed, he was an impulsive person, didn't they see how frightening this hidden weapon was? If he had gone forward, wouldn't that be sending himself to his death? Even if he didn't care about his own life, what about these innocent people who would be implicated?

  "Leng Jiao Zhu's martial arts are truly extraordinary, it's really making us 'yan' envy!" A man who looked very upright walked out, slightly bowed his head to show respect to Leng Ye, then sighed and looked at the already dead Wang Da Xia on the ground, shaking his head in regret. "Wang Da Xia has always been a chivalrous and righteous person, but he's too impulsive, I suppose he had some misunderstanding with Leng Jiao Zhu, and acted impulsively, it's really a pity!"

  Leng Ye Shen gazed at him with a dull and indifferent expression, his eyes sunken and devoid of light.

  The man's heart was trembling, but he had to continue: "It's just that Wang Da Xia misunderstood Leng Jiao Zhu, we didn't have such thoughts! In my opinion, Leng Jiao Zhu's martial arts are extraordinary, and at a young age, he has achieved so much. I'm afraid it's not even possible for us to learn from him, let alone draw our swords against him."

  Leng Ye heard the words, his lips slightly moved, and his deep eyes made it impossible to discern his meaning: "Are you saying that you admire our sect leader?" His fingers slowly stroked the hem of his clothes, and his handsome face was filled with indifference.

  The man saw Leng Ye and hastily nodded: "That's right! I'm just afraid that Leng Jiaozhu will misunderstand us because of Wang Da Xiake's affairs and won't believe it!" After finishing, seeing Leng Ye had no reaction, he continued, "In another half a month, it will be the Bai Hua Palace's Ghost Festival. It has always been a big day for Bai Hua Palace. Why don't we return to our own sect first and then bring gifts to personally visit Bai Hua Palace to apologize?"

  The gaze of the cold night sank suddenly, looking at the man's eyes with an inexplicable complexity, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew stronger: "I see. Then, you can leave."

  The man who wanted to say more suddenly stiffened his mouth, looking at Leng Ye with a surprised expression. This... is letting them go? Is it that simple? He just flattered him a few times!

  His heart was shocked, but he still nodded repeatedly with joy: "Thank you, Lord Leng! We will leave now!" He said, making a gesture to the people behind him, and the others also bowed their fists in gratitude and turned to leave.

  In the cold night, his eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty excitement. He stretched out one foot and stepped on the ground covered with maple leaves, the orange-red leaves contrasting sharply with his snow-white boots. Standing up, a crimson long robe spread out on the ground, making him look like a flower from the other side of hell.

  In an instant, the wind suddenly rose, blowing up the maple leaves on the ground and the long gown of the cold night. The bright red color rustled in the wind, bringing a breathtaking beauty that made one's heart skip a beat.

  He slowly extended his white right hand, slightly clenched, and with a swift turn of his body, he charged forward with a fierce killing intent towards the crowd whose footsteps were somewhat disordered due to the sudden gust of wind.

  Not a single scream was heard, and the dozens of people in front were frozen in place, then suddenly split from the waist, their upper body falling down violently, blood splashing up several meters high due to the sudden explosion, dyeing the maple trees by the roadside red.

  The fallen wild goose covered its beak with its wings, staring blankly at the bloody scene in front of it, and for a moment even forgot to scream.

  Nan Yi's eyebrows were heavily furrowed, and he sniffed the sudden surge of bloody smell around him. In his heart, a dangerous impression was stamped on Leng Ye.

  Such a man, even if he is a stunning talent, is actually cold-blooded and bloodthirsty. Moreover, with such great influence in the Jianghu, if one day he were to oppose the imperial court, it would be a real headache!

  The chilly night air was filled with the stench of blood, causing his blood to boil over. He loved this feeling of killing, a one-sided slaughter that left others no chance to resist!

  He slightly turned around, his eyes deeply gazing at them, the corners of his mouth slightly moving: "How's everyone enjoying the show?" Actually, he had already known about these people leaning in from a distance when he first arrived. They were just petty and annoying, but they knew their place and didn't 'insert' themselves, so he hadn't bothered with them.

  Now that he's in the mood for killing, even if the family crest on the carriage is exclusively used by royalty, he doesn't care, no matter who it is, anyone he wants to kill won't live to see the next day!

  His eyes slightly dimmed, he clearly saw the disdain and bloodlust in Leng Ye's eyes. If he were alone, he wouldn't need to be afraid, but he wasn't. So he could only say: "Of course it's 'precise' and 'colorful', we're just short on time, so let's not waste words with this young master." He then turned his head towards Xia Tianmeng, reached out and grasped her hand, "Don't be afraid." Even if Leng Ye really went mad, he would make sure someone took her away first!

  Xiatian Meng just smiled slightly and comforted him: "I'm not afraid."

  Leng Ye looked at them from afar on a cold night, and when he saw Xia Tian Meng, he subconsciously furrowed his brow, not for any other reason, but because of Xia Tian Meng's attire.

  The white dress is naturally extremely beautiful; otherwise, he wouldn't have let all the 'girls' in the 'Hundred Flowers Palace' wear white clothes.

  He thought that the hundred flowers palace had gathered all the beauties, and there was no one more outstanding than them. But today, after seeing Xia Tian Meng, he felt that there was no woman more suitable for a white dress than her!

  In the summer, Meng Zha noticed his gaze, turned his head to look at him, and on his 'refined' beautiful face was a faint sense of alienation and arrogance, even looking at his gaze with some disdain.

  This was a gaze he had never seen from anyone else's eyes before.

  He is handsome and unparalleled, with a temperament that stands out from the dust. As he holds the position of teaching master, all the gazes he receives are filled with admiration and awe, never has anyone dared to look at him with such disdain! It's as if he didn't have an outstanding appearance or exceptional abilities!

  Leng Ye thought this idea was secretly amusing, no one could look at him like that!

  And what does this young lady who was raised in a boudoir and knows nothing know about it?

  "Don't you want your eyes anymore?" Cold Night's lips curled up slightly, his tone taking on a murderous intent.

  Nan Yi was taken aback, and when he turned his head, he saw Xia Tianmeng's gaze, calm and indifferent. He didn't understand why Leng Ye suddenly went crazy and targeted Mengwa like this.

  In the summer, Meng's gaze at Leng Ye was just a faint raise of her eyebrows. Her lovely face became more vivid due to this action, and in Leng Ye's eyes, it seemed to have a special quality that set her apart from others: "I didn't expect Lord Leng to have such a hobby." She didn't call him Young Master, nor did she pretend not to know what had happened earlier. She simply looked at him directly, pointed out his identity, and even teased him with her words - this was something he had never encountered before!

  The eight young girls kneeling on the ground were shocked in their hearts when they heard Leng Ye and Xia Tian Meng's conversation, who dared to speak to the Master like that? Or after witnessing the Master killing someone with their own eyes?

  On a cool night, he slightly swung his sleeve, and the long water sleeve drew a beautiful arc in the air. His skin was as white as jade, and his red clothes fluttered, carrying with him a beauty that could almost scorch people.

  He stared at Xia Tian Meng with a complex look in his eyes: "Sharp tongue and sharp mouth, the master of this sect can teach you how to speak properly!" Or... never have to speak again!

  Nanjiu didn't understand why Leng Ye would suddenly target Xia Tianmeng, but she was still worried that if Leng Ye really got angry, she wouldn't be able to protect her completely. So she spoke up: "Master Leng shouldn't be the kind of person who quarrels with a little girl, right?" In her heart, she had no confidence at all! When someone like Leng Ye, who could kill without batting an eye, really wanted to kill someone, would they still care whether that person was male or female?

  On a cold night, he glanced at Nanjiu and then looked towards Xia Tianmeng. His eyes involuntarily carried a hint of disdain: "So it's taking your lover out for a stroll, huh!" If the 'girl' who came out with the man wasn't in an improper relationship with him, she must have been from a humble background! Even if Xia Tianmeng didn't seem like a woman of ill repute, that didn't mean she couldn't be pretending to be noble.

  Thinking so, I couldn't help but feel a bit bored. A woman who survives by pleasing men isn't even worth his second glance.

  Although Chen Yu was intimidated by Leng Ye's methods, he couldn't help but retort when he heard him insult his own young mistress: "Our young mistress is the legitimate daughter of the Grand Preceptor's family, how could she be called 'Qie Qie'!" In the Imperial Summer Dynasty, 'Qie Qie' was often used to address courtesans and prostitutes, so it was unbearable to have such a term applied to his own young mistress.

  Leng Ye paused slightly, his eyes flickering: "The eldest daughter of Xia Taishi?"

  Although Chen Yu was skeptical of his reaction, he still nodded calmly: "Of course it's Xia Taishi! Our dynasty doesn't have any other Taishi besides him!" Even if there were other Taifu in the past, they didn't have the qualifications to be promoted to Taishi! This is the emperor's favor towards his own family members!

  The cold night didn't know what it was thinking, but the gaze towards Xia Tian Meng had a hint of unusual 'color'. A slight curve of the 'lips': "The number one beauty in the world, in my opinion, is nothing special. But rumors say she has a gentle 'temperament', looks like that's just fake?" Can a gentle 'girl' use an icy and arrogant gaze to look at others?

  But... it's really quite interesting!

  As a man, Nan Jiu was the first to notice Leng Ye's change. Although he didn't know why, he still couldn't help but block Xia Tian Meng in front of him: "Leng Jiao Zhu, is there anything else?" He suddenly felt a sense of crisis at Leng Ye's appearance, and his heart was inexplicably panicked!

  Could it be that this cold night is also interested in the title of the world's number one beauty?

  The cold night because of Nan Jiu's action, his eyes slightly deepened, but he still lazily raised his chin and smiled: "The leader of this sect naturally has something to do." Before Nan Jiu could ask, he continued, "This sect is mainly hers."