Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

Chapter 1289: Chapter 1282: Death by a Thousand Cuts

“Young Master Mu, then do you know what the consequence would be if I spare him and let him go? I would face endless revenge. Rather than that, it’s better to root him out. Whether I kill him or not, the Church won’t spare me.”

Lu Tianxing looked at Mu Qingchuan, speaking in a calm tone, “Besides, you also saw earlier, he forced Zhiqing to kneel to him. If I hadn’t broken through just now, our end would have been a hundred, a thousand times more miserable than his now.”

“Mu Qingchuan, do you know why Sima Lingyun sent you to New York? It was to tell you that as a man, you should be true to your heart. When you see your woman kneeling for you, and your enemy wants to kill you, in the end, would you let your enemy go just because your enemy’s power is greater than yours? Look at the few people next to you, they are all my brothers who almost lost their lives for me. If I let him go now, how would I face them and my wife?”

Lu Tianxing took a deep breath and said heavily, “This is why I have brothers by my side, and you, as a scion of a noble family, never have a true friend. I can kill my way to the Nine Heavens for my brothers, even if it means a sky stained with blood, I have no regrets, while you cannot. You would never do that because in your heart, the first thing you consider is your own interests, whether what you’re doing is worth it.”

“Even now, what you consider is whether it’s worth offending the forces behind Holder, not the brothers who are willing to give up their lives to shield you so that you can live. Young Master Mu, there’s no denying, you can have everything, and you can hold sway over the world, but I can guarantee that you’ll never have a group of brothers who would give their lives for you, or a woman who loves you.”

Hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Mu Qingchuan instinctively wanted to open his mouth to argue, but not a word came out, because Lu Tianxing was right. When he saw Lu Tianxing about to kill Holder, the first thing he considered was not what Holder had just done, but the forces behind Holder, how much harm killing Holder would bring, and not directly killing Holder.

Lu Tianxing paid no mind to Mu Qingchuan’s uncertain expression, looking at Tan Lang and Po Jun, and others, shouting, “Brothers, what is the creed of the Netherworld Mercenary Corps?”

“Kill my brother, and I will destroy your entire family,” Tan Lang, Po Jun, and Starving Ghost shouted loudly.

“Are you afraid of the Church?”

“Not afraid.”

“Should Holder be killed?”

“Kill.”

The voices of the six resounded loudly in the darkness, filled with an unconcealable killing intent.

Lu Tianxing once again turned his gaze to Mu Qingchuan: “Young Master Mu, did you hear that?”

Hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Mu Qingchuan showed a complex expression, took a deep breath, and said, “Kill him, won’t you be afraid of the Church’s revenge?”

“Hahaha, revenge?”

Before Lu Tianxing could speak, Po Jun burst into laughter and said, “Young Master Mu, what is revenge, is it scary? Since the formation of the Netherworld Mercenary Corps, how many people have we offended? How many people have we blocked? We’ve long lost count. There was a time when someone wanted revenge against us, deploying several regiments and heavy tanks, heavy weapons to encircle and annihilate us. But, in the end, what happened? We are still alive and well, while they have long been reduced to ashes. Revenge is not scary, what’s scary is to let the tiger back to the mountain. What about the Church’s revenge, we can handle it, as long as we’re not dead, we will trample the Vatican one day.”

“Young Master Mu, did you hear that?”

Lu Tianxing spoke once more, “We brothers never fear challenges, and this is the path of a Martial Artist, the martial path is about braving thorns and overcoming obstacles without fear, if you harbor fear, you’ll never make progress in your lifetime, let alone aspire to the invincible realm of Earthly Immortal.”

Hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Mu Qingchuan sighed, saying nothing more. At this point, whether Lu Tianxing spares Holder or not makes no difference, as long as Holder remains the Church’s Saint Heir, the Church’s revenge will never cease, making little difference whether Holder is killed or not.

“Alright, enough idle talk, my most honorable Church Saint Heir, enjoy the grand feast I’ve prepared for you.”

Lu Tianxing no longer paid attention to Mu Qingchuan, his gaze falling on Holder, a bloodthirsty smile curling at the corner of his mouth. In the next instant, the dagger in Lu Tianxing’s hand slashed across Holder’s cheek, causing a piece of flesh and blood to fall to the ground.

“Ah!”

Holder let out an uncontrollable scream of pain, blood immediately covering his cheeks. He wished to resist, but at the moment of resistance, Lu Tianxing’s True Qi suppressed like a mountain, completely sealing his movement, suspending him in mid-air.

“Esteemed Saint Heir, does it feel good? Don’t worry, this is just the beginning, it will be even better soon.”

Lu Tianxing’s voice was gentle, like chatting with an old friend, yet the dagger in his hand moved like a butterfly among flowers, leaving behind trails on Holder’s body.

With each flash of the trail, a piece of flesh, thin as a cicada’s wing, fell from his body.

Holder let out pitiful cries and curses of agony, like the screech of an owl in the night, sending chills down one’s spine. But as time passed, his voice changed from cursing to a heartrending scream, sounding extraordinarily eerie in the darkness.

“Puff.”

“Puff!”

Piece by piece, blood and flesh fell to the ground, Lu Tianxing’s expression remained indifferent, without any change, the blood splattering couldn’t get close to him, blocked by True Qi, it slid to the ground.

Mu Qingchuan’s face turned pale upon witnessing this scene, his stomach churning as if overturned. Although he was also a member of the Yanhuang Group and had killed before, he’d never seen such a bloody scene.

No wonder Sima Lingyun said, when speaking of Lu Tianxing, that with someone like Lu Tianxing, either befriend him or remain a stranger, never make him an enemy, because if you become his enemy, he would make you wish for death.

He finally understood the meaning of those words now.

Tan Lang, Po Jun, and the others showed no change in expression, looking at the screaming Holder with indifference. As mercenaries, dealing with the dead was a common affair, this was child’s play.

Meanwhile, Bai Zhiqing’s face was pale, and like Mu Qingchuan, her stomach churned with a feeling of nausea, but she suppressed her fear, biting her lip, watching Lu Tianxing slice Holder a thousand times.

She clearly understood why Lu Tianxing did this, it was entirely to vent her anger. She couldn’t turn away, she was Lu Tianxing’s wife. Even if ahead lay knives and fire, she had to learn to adapt, to walk this path with Lu Tianxing.