I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Shen Zhi's words instantly made the He family's young master's expression change suddenly.

His face turned from pale to blue and he staggered back a few steps.

Then his legs seemed to be weakened, his knees went limp, and he fell to the ground.

He pleaded to Shen Zhi with a trembling voice and in tears.

"Senior, I was blind and did not recognize the great man that day. I offended you. I beg you to show mercy and let me go as if it were a fart."

After saying that, he kowtowed several times.

His forehead hit the ground heavily, and blood gushed out instantly, soaking the ground with bright red blood.

Shen Zhi looked at the young master of the He family in front of him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and said lightly.

"Don't worry, I'm not a heartless person. I'll give you the chance."

The He family's young master was delighted when he heard this, thinking that he had escaped a disaster.

Then he kowtowed again and again, expressing his gratitude non-stop.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, thank you for your mercy!"

However, just when he thought he had escaped danger, Shen Zhi's next words made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"I told you, as long as you can take three of my blows, I will let you go."

Shen Zhi's voice was cold.

He slowly mobilized the strong internal energy in his body and condensed it on the long sword in his hand.

The blade instantly emitted a dazzling light, as if an invisible force was surging within it, and an invisible pressure spread.

When the young master of the He family saw this scene, the fear in his heart surged like a tide.

He recalled the horrifying scene of Shen Yi killing the Blood Wing Wolf with a single blow, and couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

Although he is also a martial artist at the Xiantian realm, he lives a life of luxury on a daily basis and does not even have the courage to face monsters, let alone take three sword strikes from a master like Shen Zhi?

The force of the sword released by Shen Zhi alone was enough to make him breathless.

At this moment, the young master of the He family seemed to be pushed to the brink of despair, his heart filled with despair and fear.

"The first knife!"

Shen Zhi didn't give him any chance to prepare, he just raised his hand and slashed with the first blow.

Following Shen Zhi's low shout, the sword light was like the dawn, instantly illuminating the dark night sky.

The knife force swept over like a violent storm and huge waves. Even though the He family's young master wanted to dodge, he found that his whole body was stiff and he couldn't move even a step.

Seeing the cold blade getting closer and closer, the fear in his heart almost reached its limit, but he was helpless.

In the end, he could only watch the deadly knife light slashing towards him.

Pfft——!

With a dull sound, the left arm of the young master of the He family was cut off by the knife.

The intense pain came like a tide, engulfing him in an instant.

"Second knife!"

Shen Zhi's expression was just like the young master of the He family's grin at that time.

Another muffled sound echoed in the night sky.

The right arm of the young master of the He family was also cut off at the root by the knife. Blood spurted out and dyed the surrounding ground red.

He let out a shrill scream and his body shook violently.

The pain was like a mad beast tearing at his nerves, almost making him lose consciousness.

The young master of the He family's eyes widened, filled with fear and despair, tears and cold sweat mixed together and slid down his cheeks.

At this time, the young master of the He family struggled to get up in pain.

His face was as pale as paper and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

He cried out loudly and ran as far away as he could, trying to escape from this terrible nightmare.

Shen Zhi stared at the tragic scene indifferently, his expression becoming more and more ferocious, like a bloodthirsty demon.

He slowly raised the long knife in his hand, ready to strike the fatal third blow.

"The third knife!"

Shen Zhi's voice was cold and resolute, without a trace of mercy.

This knife seemed to be chopped casually, without the majestic momentum of the previous two knives, but it was even more frightening.

The invisible sword energy drew a strange trajectory in the air, as if even the space was cut apart by this sword.

The next moment, a shocking line of blood suddenly appeared on the forehead of the young master of the He family.

At that moment, his body seemed to be cut by an invisible sword, split in half.

Blood and viscera spurted out, staining the surrounding ground red.

The scene was chilling, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.

Shen Zhi, however, didn't care about it at all and just retracted his sword indifferently.

Then he turned his gaze to Liu Daoyuan, with a sinister smile on his face.

Liu Daoyuan was frightened by this smile and his face turned pale in an instant.

He came to Liu Chuanyan trembling all over, tightly grasping his father's sleeve, his eyes full of fear and despair.

"Dad, please save me, I don't want to die!"

Liu Daoyuan's voice was filled with tears and his body couldn't stop shaking.

Faced with his son's cry for help, Liu Chuanyan remained silent.

His heart was filled with helplessness and pain.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to save his own flesh and blood, it’s just that Shen Zhi’s strength is too horrifying.

He killed two big monsters by himself. Such strength is enough to make any force feel fearful, let alone a small Yong'an City, even in Luyang Prefecture.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, this kind of person will surely make a name for himself in the world and become a hero in the future.

Watching Shen Zhi approaching step by step, Liu Daoyuan was completely on the verge of collapse.

The fear in his heart surged like a tide, drowning him in the abyss of despair.

He slapped his mouth frantically and knelt down to beg for mercy from Shen Xizhi.

"Senior, I am willing to cut off my arms and abandon my cultivation, as long as you spare my life!"

Liu Daoyuan's miserable cries echoed in the night sky, forming a sharp contrast with the silence of the people around him.

But Shen Zhi sneered and gently placed the knife against Liu Daoyuan's heart.

"Slap my face. You can't stop until I tell you to."

Shen Zhi's voice was cold and resolute, without a trace of emotion.

At this time, Liu Daoyuan was already shrouded in the fear of death, and he seemed a little unconscious.

He kept slapping himself, blood spurting out of his mouth.

His cheeks also swelled up quickly, looking as ugly as a pig's head.

Shen Zhi watched this scene coldly, his heart calm.

He turned his gaze to the others, and his figure suddenly disappeared, followed by a series of muffled sounds.

Those who had unscrupulously humiliated Shen Zhi at the Yue Mansion banquet were now covering their necks, making "ho ho" sounds of fear and despair.

Their faces turned pale in an instant, their vitality quickly faded, and their eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness.

After a long and desperate struggle, they finally stopped breathing and their bodies collapsed to the ground.

Blood gushed out from the wounds, forming small streams that flowed into the Baishui River, dyeing the water scarlet red.

Shen Zhi came to Liu Daoyuan who had completely collapsed, ready to end all the grudges.

He looked at Liu Daoyuan coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"In my next life, I want to be a pariah and experience the feeling of being slaughtered by others."

Shen Zhi's voice was cold.

He raised the long knife in his hand and chopped it down without mercy.

The knife flashed, and Liu Daoyuan's body was instantly split in half, with blood splattering everywhere.

The eyes filled with despair and unwillingness gradually lost their color and finally disappeared completely.