Chapter 382: Sword Flashes, and All the Candidates and Scholars Are Dead

A roar instantly spread over the entire Chengnan River. Ci Song looked up and saw a "meat mountain" appearing on the riverside.

"Ah? How did Wei Ling become like this?"

Ci Song was slightly stunned. He had memories of Wei Ling in his mind. Although Wei Ling in his memory was fat, it was also the obesity of a normal person. He was definitely not as fat as he is now. This guy was actually fat like a ball.

At this time, there was no extra fat on Wei Ling's body. The whole person was like a ball, and it seemed that he might explode at any time.

"Ci Song, if you don't come out, I will kill you at General Ci's mansion tomorrow and wipe out your entire family!"

Wei Ling stood by the river and shouted angrily.

"Wei Ling, I don't know if you really have a problem with your brain, or if your Wei Mansion is really as invincible as you think."

Ci Song looked at Wei Ling, who was like a meatball on the riverside, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

"Ci Song, Xu Shaocong, good, very good."

Wei Ling saw Ci Song and Xu Shaocong standing at the bow, with a ferocious expression on his face, and roared: "Today I will let you know that I, Wei Ling, am not someone you can mess with at will!"

"Oh? Then tell me, why can't we mess with you, Wei Ling?" Ci Song raised his eyebrows and asked coldly.

"Hmph, you don't need to know, Ci Song, do you really think it's the same as before? Today's literati are no longer rare, and my Wei Mansion is full of literary masters. Today, even if I kill you, what does it matter?"

As Wei Ling said, he turned around and looked at the black-clothed people behind him, and shouted: "What are you still doing? Hurry up and take down the two people on the boat!"

"Yes!"

The black-clothed people heard the words and rushed towards the flower boat.

"Haha, these shrimp soldiers and crab generals dare to be presumptuous in front of me?"

Ci Song sneered, raised his left hand, and waved it gently. An invisible air wave instantly spread out and rushed towards the black-clothed men who rushed over.

"Plop, plop." Several figures fell into the water one after another, splashing water.

"How is it possible?"

Wei Ling saw this scene and showed an incredible expression on his face. The worst of these black-clothed men were all Juren cultivation. The strength of each person was not too weak, but now they fell into the water under Ci Song's air wave.

"No, Wei Ling, you have been bragging about how powerful your Wei Mansion is. How can you send a group of people at the Juren level to catch me? Six people with the Jinshi cultivation died in my hands. This group of rabble is not my opponent at all."

Ci Song looked at Wei Ling with a disdainful expression on his face.

"You, don't be so proud, today I will let you know what it means to be better than others!"

Wei Ling was mocked by Ci Song, and an angry expression appeared on his face. He turned around and looked at the black-clothed people behind him, and shouted: "Why are you still standing there? Come on, whoever can take down those two people will be rewarded by my Wei Mansion!"

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, the black-clothed people rushed towards the flower boat again.

"Hmph, since you want to see what it means to be better than others, I will fulfill your wish today!"

Ci Song sneered, then stepped on the ground and came to the shore in an instant. Seeing this, the black-clothed people surrounded Ci Song directly.

"A group of ants dare to fight with me?"

Ci Song looked at the black-clothed people who surrounded him, with a disdainful expression on his face, and then his talent flashed out, condensing countless sword lights around Ci Song, and flew towards the black-clothed people who surrounded him.

"Ah!"

"No, retreat!"

They stared at the dazzling sword light flying towards them, and suddenly shouted in fear. They didn't expect that the sword light released by Ci Song could contain so many. The sword light was like a meteor that cut through the darkness, so fast that people couldn't react. In just a moment, dozens of men in black fell in a pool of blood. Their bodies were cut by the sharp sword energy, as if they were fragile paper.

"Kill!"

Seeing this, the remaining men in black suddenly went crazy. They knew they were not Ci Song's opponents, but Ci Song was just a Juren. In their cognition, the talent of a Juren was not enough to support Ci Song to release such a powerful sword light.

"Humph, you are looking for death!"

Seeing these men in black dared to rush towards him, Ci Song couldn't help showing a disdainful expression on his face. He raised his right hand and waved it gently, and a larger and more dazzling sword light condensed instantly. The sword light roared like a giant dragon and rushed towards the black-clad people. Wherever it went, the black-clad people fell down one after another. No one could escape the sword light.

"Hide quickly--!"

The black-clad people felt the terrifying aura emanating from the sword light and were terrified. They wanted to dodge, but there were so many of them that they collided with each other during their movements and could not move quickly at all. But the sword light was like a sickle of death, instantly killing dozens of black-clad people and taking their lives away as easily as harvesting wheat ears.

"How is this possible...?"

Wei Ling stood in the distance and witnessed all this happening. He showed an unbelievable expression on his face and was filled with fear. He did not expect that Ci Song's strength was so terrifying that he killed nearly a hundred black-clad people in just a moment.

At this moment, the riverside was already full of corpses, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Wherever the sword light passed, there were broken limbs and dripping blood everywhere. The blood slowly flowed along the ground into the river south of the city, dyeing the clear river water red.

"No, it's impossible. How can a scholar like you who has passed the imperial examination have such a strong strength?" Wei Ling looked at Ci Song with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Among the people Wei Ling brought, there were 20 Jinshi and more than 70 Juren. Such a scale was enough to match the scale of any Confucian lecture hall, but they were like chickens and dogs, and not even one of them could resist the sword light of Ci Song.

"What about Juren?" Ci Song heard this and showed a mocking expression on his face, "A group of Jinshi and Juren who are over 50 years old, if they can survive a move under my hands, it would be an insult to me."

After saying that, Ci Song stepped on his feet and disappeared instantly. When he appeared again, he had come to Wei Ling.

"Not good!"

Wei Ling felt the terrifying aura emanating from Ci Song and was shocked. He didn't expect Ci Song's speed to be so fast and come to him in an instant.

He wanted to retreat, but it was too late. Ci Song had already arrived in front of him, and then he saw Ci Song using his talent to strangle his neck.

"You, what do you want to do? I am from the Wei Mansion. If you dare to attack me, the Wei Mansion will never let you go!" Wei Ling felt the cold touch on his neck and was terrified.

"Oh, really? I'm really scared, but you really should lose some weight. I almost couldn't lift you."

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