"What gift?" the man who had just spoken demanded harshly. The scar on his face twisted, making him look particularly ferocious.

Lin Xiao glanced at him and said indifferently, "I think you're better off not knowing."

The man was stunned for a moment before letting out a disdainful snort.

"Kid, I don't mind telling you, my name is Li Wensheng, and I'm the chief of the King of Jinling's personal guard. Since you're here to give our King of Jinling a gift, let me offer you some friendly advice: when you're at the King of Jinling's estate, you follow his rules. If you don't come clean about your gift today, then get the hell out of here. Otherwise, fists and feet have no eyes. You wouldn't want to carelessly get yourself killed!"

Lin Xiao just sneered. Without another word, he dragged Ma Datong's corpse from the cart and tossed it on the ground in front of Li Wensheng and his men.

When the guards saw Ma Datong's corpse, their expressions changed dramatically. This was especially true for Li Wensheng, whose eyes filled with a thick murderous intent. He glared fiercely at Lin Xiao and asked in a chilling tone, "Kid, who did this?"

"I did," Lin Xiao replied calmly.

The words exploded in everyone's ears like a clap of thunder. Clearly, none of them had expected this. They never thought the filthy beggar before them would dare to kill the King of Jinling's steward.

Li Wensheng's gaze burned with even more killing intent, as if his stare alone could tear Lin Xiao to shreds. He stared at Lin Xiao for a moment before asking coldly, "Alright, kid. Spit it out. Who really sent you?"

"What? You don't believe I killed Ma Datong?" Lin Xiao retorted with a cold smile.

"You? A filthy beggar, kill Steward Ma, an Earth Level Martial Artist? Tell me who put you up to this, and I might spare your pathetic life!"

"Too bad. I'm the one who killed him."

"Kid, I see it now. You're not here to deliver a gift," Li Wensheng said coldly.

Lin Xiao gave a disdainful laugh. "If I'm not here with a gift, then what do you think I came for?"

"You came here to die!" Li Wensheng enunciated each word.

The menacing glint in his eyes intensified. At his words, the dozen or so burly men standing by instantly surrounded Lin Xiao, their murderous gazes locked onto him. A few of them were already reaching for the bulging weapons at their waists.

Lin Xiao let out another cold laugh, looking at them with utter scorn. "If you don't want to die," he said nonchalantly, "then hurry up and inform your so-called King of Jinling that Lin Xiao has arrived with his gift."

Hearing this, Li Wensheng simply waved his hand and bellowed, "Seize him!"

The burly men swarmed forward like locusts, swinging their cold, gleaming blades at Lin Xiao's head.

"Courting death!" Lin Xiao shouted coldly.

The words had barely left his lips when he moved like lightning, snatching the blade from the foremost attacker. With a backhand slash, he slit the man's throat. A shocking spray of blood erupted.

The man clutched his neck, staggering back a few steps before collapsing with a thud. His eyes, wide as a cow's, stared at the sky with resentment and despair. A moment later, he was dead.

The sight of blood ignited the fury of the remaining men. As if injected with adrenaline, they charged at Lin Xiao, their faces contorted with rage, ready to kill.

Just then, Li Wensheng roared, "All of you, stop!"

The men halted, looking at him in confusion.

"Stand back," Li Wensheng said coldly. "Let me deal with this filthy beggar myself!"

Hearing this, the crowd hurriedly cleared a path. The man closest to Li Wensheng offered him his weapon.

Li Wensheng snorted with contempt. "Do I need a blade to deal with a filthy beggar like him? Are you looking down on me, or are you overestimating him?"

Before he had even finished speaking, Li Wensheng pounced toward Lin Xiao like a vicious wolf, his speed considerable.

Lin Xiao stood his ground, a look of disdain on his face. Just as Li Wensheng closed in, Lin Xiao's palm shot out toward his head.

Li Wensheng had no time to react. The onlookers only saw a blur, followed by a sound like an explosion. The next second, they saw that Li Wensheng's head was gone. All that remained of his burly frame was a headless torso.

Shock. An unprecedented wave of shock washed over them. Li Wensheng was a Profound Level Martial Artist, after all. Yet he'd been killed by a single slap. No, not just killed—his head had been smashed to pieces. This… this was too brutal.

In an instant, their hearts were consumed by terror. These men were the King of Jinling's personal guard. To put it bluntly, not a single one of them didn't have blood on their hands. For them, killing a man was as casual as eating a meal. But they had never witnessed a scene so horrifying, so utterly terrifying.

Only now did they finally believe that Steward Ma had truly been killed by the filthy beggar standing before them. No, he wasn't a filthy beggar. He was a demon from hell.

Although Lin Xiao was still just Lin Xiao, the way these men looked at him had changed completely. In their eyes, he was a demon straight from the depths of hell.

"What are you gawking at? Hurry up and tell your so-called King of Jinling to get on his knees and welcome me at the gate," Lin Xiao said coldly.

To these men, who were already scared out of their wits, his words sounded like a divine reprieve. Without another word, they scrambled and stumbled toward the mansion.

While he waited, Lin Xiao's phone rang. It was a call from Xiao Shixiong, the King of the Southern Town.

Lin Xiao answered.

"Sir, have you gone to Zhou Chengding's place?" Xiao Shixiong asked tentatively.

Lin Xiao asked back, "Who is Zhou Chengding?"

"The so-called King of Jinling!"

"That's right. I'm here."

"What? Did that scum provoke you, Sir?"

Lin Xiao didn't hide anything. "He sent his steward to assassinate me," he said bluntly.

Xiao Shixiong shuddered. His own subordinate had dared to send an assassin after the god he worshipped in his heart. This was something he wouldn't dare to even dream of.

"Sir, I'm already on my way to the Zhou estate!"

"Fine. Come. It's perfect timing to clean up this mess," Lin Xiao said indifferently.

With that, Lin Xiao hung up.

Xiao Shixiong held his phone, feeling torn. He was sorely tempted to call Zhou Chengding and warn him not to court death. But Xiao Shixiong knew full well that doing so would certainly displease Lin Xiao.

At this thought, Xiao Shixiong muttered to himself. Zhou Chengding, oh, Zhou Chengding, you can only pray for your own good fortune now. If you really dared to provoke Lin Xiao, not even the gods themselves could save you!

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