Chapter 77 – When the Sword Demon Rages, Blood Flows Like a River? Then Don't Blame Me for Pulling Out the Roots!

“The Grassland Sword Saint is dead?!”

Qin Yang was momentarily stunned, somewhat surprised.

Just yesterday he had praised the old man for his good temperament, and now he had been angered to death in the blink of an eye?

This was truly a massive breakdown.

However, in the end, he had brought it upon himself. With such an obsessive personality, a single thought could turn him demonic. He loved courting death for no reason, and if truly provoked, he was capable of murder and arson.

His death could be considered a resolution.

“Serves him right, Old Qin! That old bastard died a fitting death!”

Xia He scrolled through his phone, grinning from ear to ear. “The whole internet is discussing this now. There are actually people sympathizing with such a beast—clearly, they’ve never experienced their Treasure Land being destroyed!”

“Quite absurd.”

Qin Yang responded briefly, pulling out his own phone to check.

Online news was everywhere, dominating the top search trends with the Grassland Sword Saint’s obituary. The comments below were divided, each side holding its own opinion.

The reactions were intense.

“Respect for the deceased. It’s such a pity for a Sword Saint of his generation to fall like this—a great loss to the Sword Dao World.”

“What’s there to pity? No matter how skilled he was in Sword Dao, would he have passed it on to you?”

“Exactly! Just count how many dojos’ Sword Hearts he and his disciple shattered on their challenge spree. He totally deserved it!”

“He loved provoking others for no reason, and now he’s suffered the backlash. Serves him right, hahaha!”

“We’re all adults here; everyone must take responsibility for their actions.”

After skimming through the comments—some sighing, others mocking or gloating—Qin Yang found nothing of substance.

He immediately exited the comments section and clicked on a live stream from the scene.

The screen soon showed footage from the Jianghai Hotel.

In front of the opulent entrance, the crowd was noisy. Reporters had swarmed in, blocking the entire street, their cameras clustered like a forest of lenses.

Huyan Jian, dressed in black mourning attire, remained silent. Holding Yuwen Xuan’s body, he bowed his head and walked out of the hotel.

Silence. Stillness.

A terrifying killing intent permeated the air, and the temperature at the scene plummeted.

In an instant.

The boisterous crowd fell dead silent.

With each step he took, the crowd blocking his path parted slightly, no one daring to stand in his way.

“Ding! Detected that the Sword Demon holds immense hatred toward the host, vowing to fight to the death!”

“When the Blood Demon rages, rivers of blood will flow!”

“Host, immediately dispatch the Empress disciple to eliminate the Sword Demon!”

A series of urgent system prompts rang out.

“?”

Hearing this, a question mark slowly appeared above Qin Yang’s head. “This guy triggered another system prompt?”

Incredible.

He actually got a second system prompt!

After confirming he hadn’t misheard, Qin Yang was overjoyed.

More rewards were always welcome.

It seemed Huyan Jian would clash with him again in the future, hence triggering this second system warning.

Thinking this.

Qin Yang lowered his head to look at his phone, focusing on Huyan Jian on the screen. Combined with the recent death of the Grassland Sword Saint, he immediately understood.

This brat clearly wanted to avenge his master!

Defeat the old one, and the young one comes…

Talk about reversing the natural order.

Wait…

Qin Yang frowned, suddenly feeling this plot was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Sneakily developing, growing stronger, then launching a surprise attack years later.

Hiss~

Qin Yang drew a sharp breath, suddenly remembering.

What “Don’t bully the young and poor!””What’s next in the plot, could it be…”

“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river?”

Qin Yang rolled his eyes, glanced at Huyan Jian, and thought to himself, “Do you think your surname is Xiao?”

“You enjoy enduring hardships to accomplish great feats, like the Yue Army conquering Wu, don’t you?”

“You like to develop and grow with me, right?”

Teaching a fish to swim!

“Fine, since you want to play it this way, I’ll give you a forced growth spurt.”

Qin Yang let out a sinister chuckle, looking at Huyan Jian on the screen, and instantly came up with a mature idea.

“What are you thinking about, Old Qin? Why that malicious smile?”

At that moment, Xia He put down his phone, saw the grin on Qin Yang’s face, and shuddered. “You’re smiling like a full-blown villain.”

“Nothing, just remembered something happy.”

Qin Yang checked the time; there was still a while before getting off work, but he was already itching to go.

“Are you free after work, Old Qin?”

Xia He didn’t pay it much mind and said cheerfully, “It’s been a long time since we went to Platinum Ocean. I’m in a good mood today—we have to celebrate properly!”

“Not free.”

Qin Yang waved his hand dismissively. “Going home after work, no time. Next time for sure.”

The classic trifecta of excuses.

Xia He: “……”

……

……

Time flew by.

Midnight.

At the Jianghai Hotel, a Lincoln limousine was parked by the roadside, its door swung open, and Huyan Jian stepped out, holding a cinerary urn.

A chilly air drifted through the streets.

“Master, tomorrow I will take you back to the Grassland.”

Huyan Jian murmured softly, stroking the exquisitely crafted gilded cinerary urn as he slowly made his way into the hotel.

Originally, the funeral home procedures were cumbersome, requiring appointments, paperwork, signatures, and when Huyan Jian arrived, there were still two people ahead of him in line.

Logically speaking.

It should have taken a while longer.

But since the Grassland Sword Saint had died within the city, the higher-ups in Jianghai City, out of humanitarian considerations, decided to give Huyan Jian special treatment and expedited the process for him.

Even so, it still took until midnight to finish.

Huyan Jian, holding the cinerary urn, entered the hotel elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

A slogan on the elevator wall reading “Welcome to Jianghai” caught Huyan Jian’s eye, instantly igniting his rage.

“When I return to Jianghai, everyone in this city will pay with their lives for my master!”

Huyan Jian swore bitterly, looking like a madman. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he hurried to Room One, placed the cinerary urn on the bed, and began packing his belongings.

He didn’t want to stay a moment longer in this sorrowful place.

The sooner he left, the better.

The Star Martial Police Department had already inquired and, upon learning he was leaving tomorrow, were practically eager to escort this little plague away themselves.

After all, both master and disciple were like ticking time bombs.

Sending him away early was the only way to ensure the safety of Jianghai’s citizens!

A short while later.

Huyan Jian finished packing, picked up his bundle, and went to the cinerary urn to lift it, ready to turn and leave.

“I will return to avenge you.”

Holding the urn, he silently vowed as he approached the door.

But just then.

A cold, eerie wind blew in from the window.

Huh, strange…

Huyan Jian froze in place for a moment.

Was the window open?

Since when?

No!In an instant, a chilling sensation surged from the depths of Huyan Jian’s heart. His sense of crisis exploded, startling him so badly that he whipped his head around to look.

“Not good!”

Whoosh!

A cold, sharp sword gleam swept past, gentle as a breeze yet unstoppable!

With no room to retreat, it pierced straight through his skull. A crimson line spread and expanded, ending his life on the spot.

Thud!

Under the moonlight, the Cinerary Urn crashed to the ground.

(End of Chapter)