Above the Great Dao
Chapter 204 - 111: Killing People Like Mowing Grass, Blood Seen but Not the Knife_2

Chapter 204: Chapter 111: Killing People Like Mowing Grass, Blood Seen but Not the Knife_2

At the same time, the crowd seemed to become much denser, as several figures inconspicuously inched closer to Chen Shi.

"Kites! Watch out for my kite!"

A group of children, gleeful as could be, ran toward them, dragging kites they planned to launch into the skies above the bustling market.

At that moment, several strands of thread nearly invisible to the naked eye snaked through the crowd like slender serpents, signifying the use of another kind of spell.

In addition, several wooden puppets, only three to four inches tall but moving stiffly and with remarkable speed, weaved their way beneath the feet of the pedestrians, wielding tiny swords and knives with a fierce mien as they advanced toward Chen Shi.

Black Pot started running, weaving through the crowd.

An unseen blade of Sword Qi struck from behind at Chen Shi, who bent his waist just in time, narrowly avoiding the attack, and snatched the half-eaten candied haw from a passing little girl, consuming the last piece.

Seeing her attack miss, the assassin, fearful of killing other passersby, hastily halted the Sword Qi. Just as she prepared to strike at Chen Shi, now bent over, the bamboo stick from the candied haw unexpectedly pierced her chest.

Chen Shi pulled out the bamboo stick, thrusting it from the left temple into and out of the right, then dashed away into the crowd.

The assassin’s eyes widened, her vision blurred, the crowd blurring before her as her body wobbled, longing to fall.

Several puppet dolls on the ground drew their swords and stabbed at Chen Shi’s feet, missing repeatedly yet doggedly pursuing him with relentless stabs.

"Waaaah—" The little girl who had her candied haw stolen began to cry, pointing at Chen Shi’s retreating figure to her mother.

"Big brother stole my candied haw!"

At a street corner, an old man smiled merrily, performing a puppet show atop a stall with his hands each gripping a board wrapped in various threads, while some children squatted in front of the stall, fixated on the moving puppets.

The old man, upon noticing Chen Shi approaching, had his expression change subtly. His fingers spread apart, and ten strands of thread flew into the air, directing the puppets at the front of the stall which immediately turned around, their expressions becoming menacing as they drew their knives and swords, stepped on the foreheads of the children below, and lunged toward Chen Shi.

Behind Chen Shi, the horde of small puppets caught up in a furious pursuit.

Chen Shi strode forward, his right thumb pressing on his little finger and ring finger, while his index and middle fingers stood straight up. With Sword technique in hand, he gave a slight tremor and a small temple appeared behind his head as if struck by lightning. From within the temple, a thread of Sword Qi thin as a hair flew out.

"Whoosh—"

The Sword Qi severed the threads one by one, causing the puppets to fall to the ground, and then it pierced through the old man’s forehead.

The old man tilted back, unable to control his body, he leaned against the wall.

That wall trembled slightly and then exploded on the other side with a bang, leaving a large hole from which blood gushed.

The puppets all collapsed, motionless.

"What a pointless show. If you’d spent this much effort on practicing controlling and using your sword, you would have killed me already!" said Chen Shi quietly.

But the old man never heard those words.

Chen Shi squeezed into the crowd, flicking his fingers lightly, releasing an invisible sword Qi that cut the string of a kite being run with by a child; the kite went out of control and soared into the sky. Yet, controlled by Chen Shi’s True Qi, the kite string whooshed through the chest of a man chasing the child.

The man, wearing a smile resembling that of the child’s father, had almost reached Chen Shi’s side when the thread pierced his heart, causing the hidden Sword Qi in his sleeve to disperse as he exclaimed in astonishment, "Stabbing Sword Style can be used like this?"

Chen Shi kept one hand behind his back, contorting his fingers into a Sword technique, gently swaying them. The kite string, as if drawn by an invisible silver needle, wove rapidly in and out around his heart, quickly forming a tight cage.

"You try to control your heartbeat. If your heart beats too hard once, the threads will dice it into pieces."

Chen Shi pointed the Sword technique backward, and the threads flew out. Ahead, the child who had lost his kite turned round just in time, the threads wrapping around his neck again and again.

"Meridian Evil Slayer Sword, Cloud Sword Formation?"

The child stood still, stunned, as the invisible threads at Chen Shi’s feet, also transformed into Sword Qi, arrived with lethal precision.

From the child’s mouth came a deep, adult voice, hoarse with a cold laugh, "You’ve gotten creative with your Meridian Evil Slayer Sword, but it’s still the lowest tier of magic! Let’s see whose sword is faster!"

He urged his sword silk forward, when suddenly his neck constricted, and his head flew off.

"No! Don’t!"

The man had just begun to speak when his heart suddenly split apart, he coughed up blood, and fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Murder! Murder!"

Panic spread through the crowd as the body of a prostitute also collapsed, inciting even greater chaos. People rushed in all directions, pushing and shoving in a terrifying frenzy.

Chen Shi walked on, nimbly sidestepping to avoid the throng. Suddenly, he clenched his fist, thrusting his thumb into the temple of a man approaching from the left, took a few more steps, then crouched down and delivered a punch to the groin of a woman in front of him, dodged a stabbing dagger from behind, twisted his waist, turned around, and with a knife-like strike, he chopped at the neck of his attacker, breaking the neck bones with a sickening crunch!

Ahead loomed a giant, thirteen feet tall and bathed in golden light, who lumbered forward with heavy steps, shouting as he came at Chen Shi with increasing speed, growing bigger and more formidable!

One Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman after another exploded on the giant’s body, the golden light creating a protective barrier, boosting the man’s strength to the extreme, powerful enough to move mountains!

"Boom!"

The giant collided with Chen Shi, only to be hurled backward, flying more than thirty feet before crashing onto the roof of a house, snapping his spine with a crack, hanging lifelessly from the rooftop.

Chen Shi walked out of the long street. At the street corner, a vendor selling candied hawthorn fruit looked around anxiously into the street, clueless as to what had just happened.

"How much for the candied hawthorn?"

"Five coins a stick."

The hawthorn vendor glanced nervously back into the street and whispered, "There’s been a murder! Murder! Young man, has someone been killed inside?"

"A murder happened. Give me a stick."

Chen Shi paid five coins.

The vendor plucked a stick of candied hawthorn from the straw and handed it to Chen Shi, still peering around anxiously and muttering, "Murder in broad daylight, such brutality. Could it be the bullies from the County Magistrate’s house at it again... Young man, why aren’t you running? Why so calm?"

Chen Shi took the candied hawthorn and handed it to a woman rushing by.

Clutching a little girl in her arms, the woman grabbed the hawthorn with a tearful smile, "Mommy! The big brother gave me another stick of candied hawthorn. He’s such a good person!"

Chen Shi then tossed half a Silver to the hawthorn vendor, saying, "I’ll take all your candied hawthorn. And give me that straw stick, too."

The vendor, startled but overjoyed, took the Silver, thanking Chen Shi profusely.

Chen Shi, carrying the hawthorn stick on his shoulder and biting into one, caught up to the woman.

The little girl in the woman’s arms, happily munching on a candied hawthorn, frowned upon seeing the stick full of candied hawthorn on Chen Shi’s shoulder, her mouth turned down in disapproval.

Chen Shi teasingly tempted her until the girl nearly cried, then took off several different flavored candied hawthorns from the stick and gave them to her, laughing heartily as he left the city carrying Black Pot.

"Yan Family, still too timid to act themselves, only daring to hire second-rate assassins. With such assassins, how could they possibly test my true strength?"

Not far away, Yan Qing and Yan Shuo, with ashen faces, watched Chen Shi leave the city without intervening.

Their goal had been to create a dangerous situation. If Chen Shi’s grandfather were still alive, seeing Chen Shi in peril, he would surely have intervened. If the grandfather were deceased, then they would have taken the opportunity to kill Chen Shi in the chaos of the market.

However, to their dismay, every single assassin they had deployed on the street had been killed by Chen Shi, not one spared!

Even more horrifying was that Chen Shi hadn’t injured a single innocent bystander!

His precision and ruthlessness in striking were not those of an ordinary eleven or twelve-year-old child!

These seasoned assassins, some of the best in Xin Xiang Province, might not have been high-ranking, but even higher-ranked cultivators could fall to them, yet faced with Chen Shi, they had all perished in a single encounter!

"Has he been honing his killing skills in the underworld all these years?" Yan Qing touched his swollen face, grinding his teeth in anger.

— End of month, seeking monthly tickets!

This content is taken from (f)reewe(b)novel.𝗰𝗼𝐦