"Then we can travel together for a while."

Bu Chou said lightly, "I'm heading to Bai Pingzhou."

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

Bu Chou walked and asked, "I have a question, something I've never understood. Why is it that in some people's eyes, when bad people and demons do something utterly devoid of conscience, it's taken for granted? But when the relatives of the victims take revenge on those people using the same means, it's considered a sin? Demons slaughter innocents, that's seen as normal, but when good people slaughter demons, someone stands out to say it offends the heavens?"

"What kind of logic is this?"

Bu Chou asked angrily. This question had been bothering him for many years.

Bu Chou was straightforward by nature, with a tough style, always believing in the principle of quick and decisive action in the Jianghu, an eye for an eye; blood for blood, a tooth for a tooth, was his creed in life and work.

But because of this, his actions had been criticized countless times. Even across the Guardian Continent, Bu Chou's reputation wasn't very good.

Yet he grew more frustrated: I feel I'm not wrong, so why is it like this?

Yang Luoyu shook his head, unwilling to ponder on this question.

Dong Changfeng said with indifference, "It's simple: if they dared to claim offensive acts of the heavens when demons kill, they'd be killed by the demons. But when good people slaughter demons, they step out to make a show, and good people won't deal with them."

"After all, they didn't step forward to fight demons, but they still want some sense of presence. They do this to brag later in the Jianghu: Bu Chou was savage in killing, but I stopped him. Killing should stop before the head is severed, so Bu Chou listened to me."

"That's the difference. Such people tailor their words to their audience. If you really lose it and see red, they'll behave more humbly than a turtle."

"When demons murder innocents ruthlessly, they say once the demons leave: 'Oh, too cruel.' But when good people capture and slaughter this demon, they'll say to his face: 'Oh, too cruel.' Sometimes they even say: 'If you do as he does, how are you any different from the demon?'"

Dong Changfeng spread his hands: "That's it, Boss Bu, how could you not have realized this? Those people are just scared of death but want fame. Ultimately, they're a bunch of bullies afraid of the strong. They're not necessarily bad, but they're missing something. Because such cruel things haven't happened to them."

Bu Chou said grumblingly, "But it doesn't sit well with me."

Dong Changfeng said softly, "You'll get used to it. After all, there are still many people in this world willing to take action. If push comes to shove, you could learn from the Soul-Extinguishing Axe back then and give such a guy a chop to shut him up."

"Hahaha..."

Bu Chou's frustrations dissipated at Dong Changfeng's words. He shook his head and said, "That won't do. Ninth Brother would skin me alive."

He thought for a bit, exhaled, and said, "Anyway, this is how I am. I'll fight for the Continent all my life; I never expected to leave an eternal name, fighting till the end is enough."

He smiled faintly, "This side of the Guardian also needs a God of Killing. I'd rather be cursed for a lifetime and be a God of Killing that even the Weiwo Zheng Sect fears! Let them know, there's a God of Killing here too who can indiscriminately charge over and slaughter recklessly on their side!"

"So that those guys don't dare to act too wantonly."

"Even though my hands are bloody and my whole body is cloaked in murder, so what."

"In this world, reputations, jeers, well, screw them."

...

Fang Che jauntily arrived at the Guardian Hall.

In these days, he drank and sparred with Young Master Xing every day.

Young Master Xing, seeing that his blade skills were average, even taught him a set of Heaven Supporting Blade Technique. Fang Che regarded it as a treasure.

This blade technique, though not as domineering and fierce as the Hen Tian Blade Technique, was more intricate by no means less so.

Young Master Xing's ancestor was Vice Sect Master No. 1 of the Weiwo Zheng Sect, Feng Du. And Feng Du's nickname was 'Heaven Supporting Hand.'

This Heaven Supporting Blade Technique was exactly Feng Du's exclusive blade technique.

Fang Che felt he struck gold.

The exclusive blade technique of the Vice Sect Master of the Weiwo Zheng Sect, this wasn't just an issue of prestige.

It's something truly worthy of lifelong study.

As soon as he arrived at the Guardian Hall, he received a notification.

"Meeting!"

Guardian Hall Master Song Yidao sat at the top.

"I will now announce something significant, something that concerns the entire reputation of the Guardians."

Song Yidao's voice was heavy and solemn.

Everyone spontaneously straightened their backs.

"We just received news from the Guardian Headquarters, from Dongfang Strategist himself, that there's going to be a selection process. Those selected will represent the Guardians and Guardians to fight."

"The situation is this: the younger generation of talents from the Weiwo Zheng Sect is emerging in large numbers while our Guardian side also has countless geniuses. But who is truly stronger? This requires a comparison!"

"So ultimately, is it the geniuses from the Guardian Continent that take the lead, or is it the geniuses from the Weiwo Zheng Sect that dominate?"

"Therefore, both high-levels decided to host a friendship battle, to decide a winner, not life or death."

As these words came out.

The place immediately became agitated.

A battle that only decides victors, not life or death? Since when have the Weiwo Zheng Sect and Guardians had such good relations?

There's even a... friendship... battle?

Everyone was bewildered.

"This battle was proposed by the Weiwo Zheng Sect's Vice Sect Master Yan Nan, clearly aiming to strike a morale blow to our Guardian Continent. The objective is quite clear."

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