Everyone was stunned by Wen Qinghe's fist filled with monstrous hatred.
As martial artists of the Zezhou Prefecture, they naturally knew Wen Qinghe's strength. However, the Wen Qinghe before them was clearly abnormal. He was like a completely different person from the Wen Qinghe they knew.
After sending Wu Qingyun flying with a punch, Wen Qinghe didn't stop. Instead, his eyes were suffused with a blood-red radiance as he walked towards Wu Qingyun.
There was only one word in his heart right now, and that was hatred!
Only by using Wu Qingyun's blood could he wash away his hatred!
When the surrounding martial artists saw this scene, they immediately roared, "Wen Qinghe, are you crazy? If you dare to kill Wu Qingyun, the Gentle Wind Sword Sect will not rest until your Wen Clan is dead! Do you want to bring disaster to your Wen Clan? Quickly stop! "
However, the current Wen Qinghe was already blinded by hatred. Apart from Wu Qingyun, he couldn't see anyone else.
When the other martial artists saw that the situation wasn't good, they looked at each other and attacked Wen Qinghe together.
These people were originally Wu Qingyun's good friends. Furthermore, the forces behind them were also on good terms with the Gentle Wind Sword Sect. Of course, they couldn't just watch Wu Qingyun die here.
When everyone attacked together, Wen Qinghe shouted angrily, "Scram!"
He struck out with his palm. The powerful palm force directly sent the group of people flying. Extreme Hatred Palm, hatred as deep as the sea!
Among these warriors, the weakest was at the Qi Hai realm, and some of them were at the Spiritual Aperture realm. But even with so many of them working together, they couldn't even take one hit from Wen Qinghe. This was too terrifying.
Everyone looked at each other. The Wen Qinghe today was truly too strange. That monstrous hatred fist and deep hatred palm were not the Wen Clan's inherited martial techniques. In fact, they had never even heard of them.
However, it was such a simple fist and palm that were incomparably strange. They made Wen Qinghe, whose strength was similar to theirs, become so terrifying.
The few martial artists didn't say anything else and immediately turned to leave.
Although they were Wu Qingyun's good friends, it didn't mean that they would give up their lives for Wu Qingyun.
With Wen Qinghe's current state, they couldn't fight against him at all. It was better for them to report to the sects behind them first. If Wu Qingyun could survive this period of time, it would be his good fortune. If he couldn't, then they could only apologize.
Seeing Wen Qinghe approaching step by step, Wu Qingyun's eyes revealed a look of terror. Ignoring his injuries, he circulated all the vital energy in his body and turned to run.
Wen Qinghe punched out with an expressionless face. The violent wind from the punch penetrated a distance of several feet and directly penetrated Wu Qingyun's body, causing her to be unable to stand up.
Although Wen Qinghe had only cultivated the Extreme Hatred Fist and Extreme Hatred Palm for a few days, his state of mind was too compatible with the true martial intent of the Extreme Hatred Fist and Extreme Hatred Palm, causing Wen Qinghe to feel as if he had been cultivating it for many years.
Most of the meridians in Wu Qingyun's body had been shattered by Wen Qinghe's punch, and she could no longer stand up.
He looked at Wen Qinghe, who was approaching step by step, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wen Qinghe, are you crazy? Do you know what will happen if you kill me? At that time, my Gentle Wind Sword Sect will definitely not rest until your Wen family is dead!
Both of you are second-rate forces, but whether it is personal strength or connections, your Wen family cannot compare to my Gentle Wind Sword Sect. If you kill me, you will be harming your entire Wen family! "
Wen Qinghe didn't seem to hear Wu Qingyun's words. He walked straight over and directly punched out. Immediately, the sound of bones breaking rang out, and blood splattered. Under this powerful force, Wu Qingyun instantly lost all signs of life.
However, Wen Qinghe didn't seem to see it, and still repeatedly punched out, looking extremely terrifying. Only when Wu Qingyun no longer looked like a human, and half of his body was splattered with blood, did Wen Qinghe stop.
The blood red color in his eyes also slowly faded, but his body seemed to be drained of all strength. He swayed a few times, and barely didn't fall.
Su Xin unhurriedly walked to his side and asked, "How is it? How do you feel? "
Wen Qinghe looked at his blood-stained hands and said in a daze, "I don't know."
The enemy who had bullied him since he was young and snatched away the woman he loved was dead, but strangely, he didn't feel the slightest bit of excitement in his heart. Instead, he felt a deep sense of bewilderment.
Wen Qinghe couldn't help but ask, "Senior, what should I do now?"
"What should you do? Of course run. Are you still going to stay here and wait for the Gentle Wind Sword Sect to come find you for revenge? "
Hearing Su Xin say this, Wen Qinghe finally reacted and hurriedly ran out the door. However, he had only run two steps when he turned around and asked, "Then what about you, Senior?"
Su Xin revealed an enigmatic smile and said, "Don't tell me you think that group of trash can catch me? Moreover, if we are fated, we will still meet again. "
Wen Qinghe thought about it and agreed. With Senior's strength, he indeed didn't need to fear the Gentle Wind Sword Sect, so he immediately turned around and ran.
Su Xin stood where he was for a while, then also turned around and left. His figure was like the wind, leaving no trace behind.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, a clamor came from the street. A group of Gentle Wind Sword Sect martial artists pushed through the crowd and quickly made their way over.
The Gentle Wind Sword Sect's Sect Master, Wu Yuanting, had a gloomy expression on his face. The martial artists who had been drinking with Wu Qingyun earlier carefully led him up to the brothel.
Pushing open the door, there was no one inside, only the wall that Wen Qinghe had destroyed … and Wu Qingyun's lifeless body lying on the ground.
The young martial artists looked at each other. They hadn't expected that Wen Qinghe would be so ruthless. Not only did he kill Wu Qingyun, he didn't even leave a complete corpse for him.
As the saying goes, a leopard emerges from a wilted man. Wen Qinghe was usually very honest and cowardly, but they hadn't expected him to be so terrifying when he became ruthless. He was even more ruthless than those from the demonic path.
Looking at the lifeless body on the ground, Wu Yuanting clenched his teeth and spat out coldly, "Wen Clan! I won't rest until all of you are dead! "
The young martial artists shuddered and quietly took a few steps away from Wu Yuanting.
Meanwhile, in the Wen Clan, Wen Mingyu was pacing back and forth in the living room, feeling a little stifled. He didn't know why, but he felt a little uneasy today.
At this moment, an old steward of the Wen Clan suddenly pushed open the door and came in, shouting, "Patriarch, bad news! Young Master killed Gentle Wind Sword Sect's Wu Qingyun! "
Wen Mingyu was immediately shocked. "What did you say? That's impossible! Do you think I don't know what kind of strength Qinghe has? How could he possibly kill Wu Qingyun? "
The old steward said anxiously, "It's true! The news has already spread all over the streets of the Zezhou Prefecture. Several martial artists from the other factions of the Zezhou Prefecture are there as well. They saw it with their own eyes. "
At this moment, Wen Qinghe happened to return to the Wen Clan. Wen Mingyu's heart sank when he saw the fresh blood all over him.
As expected, Wen Qinghe said in a low voice, "Father, I killed Wu Qingyun."
Wen Mingyu had a look of disbelief as he said, "You killed Wu Qingyun? With your strength, it's very difficult to kill Wu Qingyun even with a sneak attack. Could it be that you used poison? "
If Wen Qinghe really killed Wu Qingyun with poison, this would be a huge problem.
Righteous Path sects were extremely contemptuous of those martial artists who used poison to attack in the dark. Among all the factions in the world, probably only the Sichuan Central Tang Sect used poison openly.
But the problem was that the Tang Sect's disciples had always been eccentric and unsociable. They did not mind outsiders' views at all.
But their Wen Clan was different. If Wen Qinghe really killed Wu Qingyun with poison, their Wen Clan would not be able to establish a foothold in the Jiangnan Path.
Wen Qinghe shook his head and said, "I didn't use poison. I used my own strength to kill him."
Wen Mingyu berated, "You're still unwilling to tell the truth until now? You can kill Wu Qingyun head-on with your strength? "
Wen Qinghe said aggrievedly, "It's true. The senior who saved me in the arena last time taught me two martial arts techniques. I used these two martial arts techniques to kill Wu Qingyun."
As he spoke, Wen Qinghe directly used the Extreme Hatred Fist in front of Wen Mingyu to show him. The power made Wen Mingyu feel shocked.
"Sigh!"
Wen Mingyu heaved a deep sigh.
He was not a fledgling like Wen Qinghe. Of course, he knew that there was no free lunch in this world.
This martial arts technique was much stronger than his Wen Clan's Great Coiling Hand. The other party had given it to Wen Qinghe so easily. Wen Mingyu would not believe that there was no ulterior motive behind it.
However, it was too late to know now. Wu Qingyun was already dead. Even if he knew, what could he do?
Wen Mingyu knew what Wu Yuanting was thinking now. He definitely wanted the Wen Clan to die with his son.
Wu Qingyun was Wu Yuanting's only son and the successor he had been nurturing for more than a decade.
The Wen Clan was different from the Gentle Wind Sword Sect. The Wen Clan only had Wen Mingyu's bloodline. It could be said that as long as there was no Primordial Soul Realm expert in the Wen Clan's side branch, Wen Qinghe was destined to be the Wen Clan's head in the future.
The Gentle Wind Sword Sect was a sect, so it had extremely strict requirements for the sect leader.
Wu Yuanting wanted two generations of the Wu Clan to become the sect leader of the Gentle Wind Sword Sect. That was why he had put in so much effort to nurture Wu Qingyun. In the end, he was killed by Wen Qinghe. One could imagine the fury in his heart.
Wen Mingyu made a prompt decision. He said to Wen Qinghe, "Qinghe, pack your things. You will immediately leave Jiangnan Path with the Chief Housekeeper."
Wen Qinghe said unhappily, "Why?"
Wen Mingyu sighed and said, "With Wu Qingyun's death, the Gentle Wind Sword Sect will definitely fight with the Wen Clan to the death. However, I can't hand you over, so you have to leave. The further, the better."
"Then what about the Wen Clan?" Only now did Wen Qinghe recall the threats that Wu Qingyun had said to him back then.
With Wu Qingyun's death, the Gentle Wind Sword Sect would definitely fight with the Wen Clan to the death.
However, back then, he had already been blinded by hatred and could not listen to anything.
Moreover, even if he could listen, with Wen Qinghe's shrewdness, he would not be able to imagine the difference between the Wen Clan and the Gentle Wind Sword Sect. He would definitely kill them if he needed to.
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